This is my first Hetalia fic ever ^-^ enjoy~

It was a sunny day in Barcelona for two Italian brothers to be walking around town to find ingredients for the dinner they planned for their lovers who were awaiting them at home. Feliciano and Lovino were walking around the city calmly since they rarely spent any quality time together. Lovino looked back at Feliciano and remembered the day he announced he was moving in with Ludwig.

~flashback~
"D-don't do that! T-tomato bastard!" He yelled at Antonio as he put him down in front of his front door.
"Pero, mi tomate, I just can't help treating you like royalty. Besides, you are really cute when you pout after I carry you" Lovino thought his heart was melting everytime Antonio would tell him things like these even after he had just insulted him.

"W-whatever, just leave. I need scold Feliciano for leaving me yesterday to spend the whole day with that potato bastard" It wasn't that Germany was bad for his brother, at times Romano was even glad that Italy found someone besides himself to protect him, but he would always be his little fratello. Romano's thoughts were interrupted by Antonio's laugh. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"At nothing, mi amor. I just think you should reconsider my offer, that way you would never be left alone when Germany takes your brother out" Antonio said while giving him his best puppy eyes. Antonio had asked Romano to move in with him, but Romano thought Italy would have a tough time with him moving out.

After more screaming, only from Romano, and some more love comments, mostly from Spain, Spain drove away and Romano was able to enter his and Italy's home. The house seemed cleaner than usual and as Romano approached the kitchen he saw that Italy had made pasta with tomatoes as a side dish, something he would only do on special occasions.

"What is that idiot trying to pull this time?" Romano asked himself as he walked into the living room to find his brother putting some of his cd's into a box. "So what does the box and the tomatoes on the pasta mean? Feliciano was not aware that his brother had entered the house and much less that he was standing right in back of him.

"Ve! Fratello! You scared me. I didn't hear you come in and-" Italy suddenly got really nervous. "And… well the dinner and the box were something that I wanted to talk to you about…." Lovino knew two things at this point, one was that whatever his younger sibling had to say and serious, and the second was that he was not going to enjoy it.

"Damn it, just say, Feliciano. It can't be that ba-" "GermanyaskedmetomoveinwithhimandIsaidyes". Romano was in shock. He did not know how to respond. Anything that came to mind might hurt his beloved brother, but at the same time he really did not like Germany at the moment.

"You idiot! How can you say yes? Tell me, what are you going to do when you guys fight? He lives pretty far away! Are you going to take a plane all the way to Spain to visit me or what? Italy had tears on his eyes but they suddenly went wide as he realized what his brother had said. "But, Fratello, why Antonio's house?" Romano had not noticed he let that slipped and he mentally cursed himself. "Well he just asked me to move in with him, but I was worried to leave you alone, but if you are leaving with that potato bastard, there is no way I'm staying here alone".

~end of flashback~

After some hours, the Vargas brothers had everything they needed and were heading back home. Lovino was wondering what his Antonio did the whole day without him, "Tch, probably drank with that potato demon".

"Lovi, do you think Doitsu would have preferred the other sausage we saw? Maybe I should go back and get another one or-" Lovino cut him off as he hated the idea of Feliciano worrying so much about the German "If he doesn't like it them he can eat his OWN sausage for dinner and there is no way I will go back there for that idiot". Lovino began to walk faster as he did not want to see the sadness he was sure would be in his brother's eyes.

By the time the Italians reached Spain's house, they were both exhausted and they still had to cook the special pasta they wanted their lovers to taste. When they entered the house they were not surprised to find opened wine bottles and German beers on the kitchen counter, but they were very shocked to see American beer and kept on walking instead of leaving the ingredients on the table. As they got closer to the kitchen, they could hear America talking to Spain and Germany.

"Come on dude! It's just a hamburger and some fries. You know I make the best fast food in the world!" America shouted at two confused nations.

"Ja, ve know, America, but ve are vaiting for Feliciano and Romano for dinner" Lovino had to hold Italy back from running to Germany after hearing that because he had a bad feeling about the three drunken nations in front of them.
"So what? Come on, what are you going to eat? Pasta? Like always?" Lovino looked down at the grocery bag he was carrying and the first noticeable item was indeed pasta.

"Well, you know, Lovino and Feliciano make amazing pasta. So it's not that bad" Even though Antonio tried to sound convincing he couldn't deny that he missed eating Spanish food and Romano noticed. Romano could not stop himself from becoming angry. "And I always eat German food while I'm at work so pasta wont bother me" Germany confessed.

At this point Feliciano had tears on his eyes and Lovino was red from anger. He tried to calm his younger brother to see if their lovers would actually give up the dinner they had planned for them.

"How about you eat some of these babies while they come, a new taste must be much better than that food those Italians cook every day." Lovino was about to step in and attack America when suddenly Spain spoke "Yeah I guess that would be fine, plus I would like a new taste". Lovino thought he couldn't get any angrier but then Germany spoke "Plus, pasta does become a bit tasteless after having it served to you every day.

Germany and Spain were reaching for the burgers when they heard something drop. When they looked up they saw a crying Italy and a very angry Romano with grocery bags at their feet. When the guilty men tried standing up to reach for their lovers, Romano grabbed Italy's hand and ran out of the house. Spain and Germany thought they could reach them, but then Italy remembered the had keys for Ludwig's car and gave them to Romano. Since the two brothers were used to running away, reaching the car before the other two was not a hard task and they drove far away from the two people that had broken their hearts.

As the other two tried to catch their breaths after the car drove off, Spain glanced at Germany who had guilt written all over his face. "Hey, you are not alone, amigo. We both messed up." Germany looked up at Spain and sighed. "Ja, I guess. I just wonder why it affected them so much."

When they walked in and picked out the groceries they found out why. In the bags there was lots of pasta, potatoes, tomatoes, sausages, churros and a cake. The cake was a bit blurred because of the drop, but it still was understandable. It had four face drawings; Germany, Spain, Italy and Romano were drawn in each corner of the squared cake. On the center of the cake a message was written with red frosting and candy hearts "Happy anniversary of living together".

The world froze and stomachs dropped to the floor. Spain and Germany looked at eachother and they both knew.
"Scheisse!" "Mierda!"

"Mein car has a chip installed so we could know where they are at" Germany said trying to desperately come up with a solution to fix the terrible deed him and Spain had done. "But, I think it would take more than finding them in order to be forgiven" Spain said extremely worried. "Whatever it takes to have my Feliciano back" Spain took a deep breath and said "I will not let go of Lovino"

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So there goes my first chapter. Please review, I want to hear from the lovely Gerita and Spamano fans 3
Also, I'm sorry about if I messed up with the Italian or the German, I only speak English and Spanish fluently.