How to Ditch Your Date
Part 1

A/N: Yeah, this is note semi-important so you should probably read it or something.

THIS BE A COLLAB FIC. 'Twas written with titlelee1093. Fun times. It's not AU, though for some reason Spain has apparently never hung out with Belgium before. I suppose that could be accurate if they never had some sort of casual date…

What titlelee1093 wrote is in italics, what I wrote is…well…not. Our grammar is most likely far from perfect because I didn't bother to double-check it, but it's nothing that will cause seizures. I think.

Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

Spain was working in his large garden full of tomatoes, 'cause, let's face it: Tomatoes are just plain freaking amazing in every way possible. Dirt and sweat covered his face. Spain grabbed a piece of cloth from his shirt pocket and dabbed his forehead. "There," he said aloud. "I'm done tending the garden today." Spain took off his shirt soaked with sweat and went inside his home. When he got inside, he put his tools in his gardening basket. His doorbell went off, 'Must be Romano! Yay!' he thought. He walked to the door and opened it and said, "Romano! Good to see..."

But it wasn't Romano, it was a girl. Her long brown hair was blowing in the wind. Her green eye showed kindness. It was Hungary. "Oh, sorry Hungary. I wasn't thinking you would come to my house."

Hungary shook it off, "It's no big deal. Plus, I didn't call to tell you I was coming anyway. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. May I come in?"

"Oh...yes! Sorry to be rude and all," Spain apologized. Spain moved out of the way. "Please come in." Hungary walked into Spain's home. His home was warm and welcoming.

"Thank you," Hungary thanked. "Are you okay? You're all...sweaty."

"Yeah, I was working out in my garden. I was actually gonna go take a shower if you don't mind."

Hungary told him, "Oh! Not at all! Please go right ahead." Spain started walking up his stairs but then stopped. He looked down to see Hungary looking at a painting Italy made when he was younger, posted on his wall.

"Hey Hungary?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Spain walked down stairs and was right in front of Hungary. His face about half a foot away from hers. He moved his hands onto her body. Hungary started freaking out. "Relax, Hungary," Spain said. "It's alright, I'm not going to molest you." Spain had one of his hands on her pockets, he went into her pocket and found a camera. "Just to be safe. I don't want all the countries to see what I look like when I'm taking a shower." Then Spain walked back upstairs and left Hungary aghast.

"And then we…so the whole time…and Japan was…"

Italy rattled on in what he thought was a conversation with Romano, when in fact the elder twin was ignoring him as best he could. They sat eating lunch at the kitchen table, consisting of pasta, wine, tomatoes, and more pasta. It was amazing how much those small Italians could fit inside their stomachs. Romano picked up bits and pieces of what Italy was saying, but he was truly starting to pick up a headache and hoping his brother wouldn't notice.

"So me and Germany had sex the whole night long!"

Romano choked on the pasta he had previously been trying to concentrate on and slammed his hands on the table. The silverware rattled, but Romano honestly didn't have enough strength to move the table all that much. "You did what?"

"Just kidding! You looked like you weren't paying attention and it was really bugging me, so I said something I knew would make you listen! Is something on your mind, fratello?" Italy asked. His wide brown eyes looked so innocent, but Romano knew better. His brother was a scheming little manipulator when he wanted to be. Or maybe Romano was just jealous.

"No, nothing's on my mind! I'm hungry and I'm tired and I don't want to hear about your stupid friends," Romano groaned. "By the way, just for getting that thought into my head, I'm going to kill that bastard."

"Don't hurt Germany! He didn't do anything! He's a really nice guy, even though he does have those weird books and magazines and there was that one that involved dogs…" Italy immediately shut up when he saw the skin-piercing glare Romano was giving him.

Deciding to ignore the northern Italian again, Romano's mind drifted back to…

"Ve, fratello, when was the last time you visited Spain?"

Italy patted his brother's back softly after he began choking again.

"W-what does it matter to you? I saw him…um…at the last world conference…" Romano trailed off. That had been about a month ago.

"Romano, you should visit him. All you do when you're at home is sit around and sulk. He's called a few times too, when you were out getting groceries," Italy explained.

Romano blinked in confusion. "He did?"

"Oops!" Italy said, covering his mouth. "I forgot to tell you!"

Standing up quickly, Romano stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs muttering "Idiot!" under his breath.

Italy ran after him frantically. "Wait, Romano! I'm sorry! Did I make you mad? I didn't mean to!" he called up from the bottom step. At least that shows he's thinking about him, Italy thought, smiling to himself.

Meanwhile, Romano was standing in front of his bed staring at his cell phone and continued doing so for a good five minutes. Should I call him? I don't want him to get some idea in his head that I need him or something…

A flush spread across his face. Where did that come from?

"Screw it," Romano muttered, scrolling through his phone book and selecting Spain's name. He would call him, before he chickened out as he usually did. "I'm bored and it won't be long before that potato bastard comes over to piss me off again anyway," he reasoned.

"Sí?" a warm, melodic voice answered after the first ring. He sounded a little out of breath.

Romano paused. Why had he called him? He didn't know what to say. And why was the bastard sounding so tired?

"Spain, what the hell are you doing? I decide to call you and you're…"

"Romano, hi! I'm so happy you called! I just finished taking a shower!"

Romano decided not to connect the words Spain and shower in his head. "Yeah, yeah. Are you busy?"

"Actually, Hungary is over! I'm not sure why she's here yet, but I have to go now! I don't want to keep her waiting. I'll talk to you later, Lovi! Bye!"

Romano stared at the disconnected phone in confusion. Antonio had hung up on him. Hungary was at his house. He attempted with little success to keep down the awful, heavy feeling in his stomach.

Spain closed his phone and quickly put on some clothes. He walked downstairs drying his hair with a towel. He looked up to see Hungary looking at the painting still. "You seem very interested in that one painting, should I ask why?" Spain asked.

Hungary looked up at Spain startled but smiled and said, "I basically raised Italy with my Austria. Don't I have the right to look at my 'child's' work?"

Spain let out a small laugh. "Of course you can, I wasn't going to stop you."

Hungary looked up at Spain and said, "I actually have a few questions for you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, do you mind if we sit down? I really don't want to be on my feet all day."

"Not at all." Spain and Hungary walked to the sofas and sat down. "What's on your mind?"

Hungary started fidgeting with her apron, "When I was looking at the painting that Italy did and I was wondering why you don't have one made by Lovi, I mean, you did look over him when he was younger after all."

Spain started pondering on the question, "Hmmm...oh yeah! He never really made one. He was too busy being mad at people."

"Would you like it if he did make you one?"

Spain started getting a huge grin on his face, "Of course I would like a painting from my Lovi!"

"Another thing that strikes my curiosity is..." Elizabeta started.

"You know, curiosity killed the cat." Spain interrupted. "Maybe there are some things you shouldn't know."

Hungary got closer to Spain, her face inches from his. He could smell her perfume of daisies and roses. Her breath was warm. "But Spain, satisfaction brought it back."

Spain looked at Elizabeta with a blank look but then started to laugh, "That's a new one! I haven't heard that one before."

Hungary had chuckled a little and went back to her question, "Earlier when you searched me for my camera, it surprised me that you would actually do that. Usually you wouldn't care. What made change all of the sudden?"

"I realized something."

"What did you realize?"

"If that happened to the person I care for, no offense, I would want to hit you in the face."

Hungary did start to get angry though, "You would hit me in face? Fine, bring it on then!"

Spain started to laugh more, "I'm not gonna hurt you Elizabeta. I only said I would only feel like hitting you."

"Fine..."

"It's just that, I'm pretty sure, if they felt the same way for me as I did for them, they would only want themself to see what I looked like and no one else."

A long pause filled the room. The second hand on the clock was the only thing that filled the room. "Have you ever meet Belgium before?"

Romano wished whoever was making noise outside his door would kindly shut the fuck up. He groaned, attempting to sit up and rub the sleep out of his eyes. The voices came closer; one was high-pitched and childish, the other was low and deep.

"…still won't come out of his room! I don't know what happened, he's been in there for hours!" Romano guessed this was Italy speaking.

"Leave him alone, Italia. I'm sure he's fine," the other voice, who Romano guessed was Germany, said. Gritting his teeth, he stood up from his bed, speed-walked across his room, and slammed the door open—right in the younger Italian's face.

"Owww! That hurt!" Italy whined, backing into the German standing behind him.

"Why did you bring that asshole here?" Romano demanded. Instead of answering, Italy continued to whimper and hold his nose in his hands. Tears streamed down his red face and a single drop of blood escaped his palm.

"O-oh no! Germany, I'm bleeding! It hurts, it hurts! What should I do?" Italy asked, turning back and forth and generally making the blood flow worse. Ludwig clasped his hands on Italy's shoulders and spun him around to face him.

He stared deeply into the smaller man's eyes and spoke softly. "Stop crying. Let me see…move your hand. It's not that bad. Just tilt your head up and wait here, I'll get you a tissue." Germany turned away towards the bathroom and walked off, leaving the two Italians to stand outside of Lovino's bedroom. Romano glared after the German but didn't say anything; he was helping his brother, after all. He swallowed and felt a stabbing pain in his throat when he did so. Even though they were the same age, Germany had such a maternal attitude towards Italy. It reminded Romano of when he was under Spain's care, and he'd get yelled at and hugged at the same time…

"Ve, fratello! See, Germany is so thoughtful! I invited him to stay over for the week!" Italy said, smiling behind his blood-drenched hand.

That was it. Romano was going to visit Spain tomorrow, whether he had company or not.

After Hungary left his house and a nice long night of good old sleep, Spain started his day by getting ready for his "date". Spain decided to go for a blazer and dark worn out jeans, a nice white collar shirt and a gray shirt underneath. He checked himself in the mirror and he actually thought he was pretty hot. He opened his phone and decided to try and call Lovi again. After a few rings a person with a high pitched voice answered the phone. "Ciao!"

"Italy, hola. Is Romano available right now?"

"Um...let me check." After a few minutes of voices in the background, Spain heard Italy pick up the phone and told him, "No actually. He left a note, said he was gonna be out for a few days. He'll call to say he's safe. Sorry Spain."

"Oh, it's okay. I can try on his cell phone. Thanks Italy!"

"No problema, I'll tell him you called though. BYE BYE!"

"Bye." Spain hung up the phone and cursed under his breath. 'Where could he be?' he asked himself.

He dialed Romano's cell. It started to ring, once, twice, three times, four...he wasn't picking up. Spain started getting frustrated and hung up. And quickly dialed a text saying, 'Where r u?' and sent it, hoping he would hear from Romano before his "date" arrived.

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