"You LIED to me Spain. You said we were going to make Salsa!" whined Romano with a scowl, his eyebrows twitching in fury.
"I said we were going to do Salsa, Romanito." Said Spain patiently, smiling and pressing a button on a boombox. Latin music filled the room and Romano held his head in agony.
"Your music is shit just like you, lyin bastard." He growled, still bitter about there being no salsa.
"Alright, we'll see Romano." said Spain. Grudgingly, Romano held out his hand, looking away. With an eager grin, Spain took Romano, quickly spinning him and pulling him into his embrace as though he were a human yo-yo.
"What the he-" started Romano before Spain silenced him with a smooch on the cheek. Spain pulled back and Romano was speechless for a bit, staring at Spain, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink.
Then Romano smacked him.