Hello! I'm the writer (obviously:D). I hope you like this fanfic. WARNING: YAOI. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ. Spamano. Brife mention of Gerita. Very short.
The Gift
Romano slowly turned redder and redder with anger, sadness, and humiliation. But what had he expected? Of course that stupid dense Spaniard had forgotten his birthday. Well, techniquly it wasn't his birthday. It was his and Veneziano's "unification" date. But still. It was important to him.
"What did you think was gonna happen?" he asked himself. He sighed and leaned against the wall. Naturally that potato bastard had remembered. He'd taken Veneziano out on a date.
"I hate you so much Spain," he whispered, feeling the hot tears spill down his cheeks. He stomped up the stairs and into his room. He grabbed the tomato shaped pillow Veneziano had given him (he'd given him a pasta shaped one). Laying on the bed, he glanced at the clock. 11:45 pm. He pressed his face to the plushie pillow, and with tears still coming, dosed off.
He was woken a few minutes later by a crash from down stairs. Jolting strait up, he snatched the gun from its place beneath his pillow. He crept to the door and started down. On the way, he thought he heard a familiar voice.
"Spain," he growled. He considered taking the gun and shooting the moron, but decided against it. He entered the living room and flipped on the light. Spain jerked and spun to see him.
"Romano," he said happily.
"You bastard, why are you here?" Romano demanded.
"It's your birthday isn't it?" Spain asked in confusion. Romano stood frozen for a second. He had never felt this much happiness. Just knowing Spain knew his birthday made him happy, but he couldn't figure out why.
"Y-yeah," Romano managed. "But only for a couple more minutes."
"That's all I need for what I want to say." Spain came forward slowly, and placed his hand under Romano's chin, bringing his face up.
"What ar-?" Romano began, but was cut off when Spain came forward and pressed their lips together. For the second time that night, Romano's face heated up. He threw his arms around Spain's neck, bringing him closer and deepening the kiss. Only the need for air broke them apart.
"I love you Lovino. Te amo," Spain breathed against his hair.
"T-ti amo. Idiota bastardo Antonio."
Hope you enjoyed. I just got this netbook for my b-day. (March 3) Romano is easily my fave character, so I wrote him a b-day story. He got Spain. What more could you possibly want? Please comment on how it was, but be nice. I'm sensitive about my writing:)