Leo-san: Um, well, here's another oneshot. I've made a lot of oneshots lately, haven't I? But this is chapter is going to revolve around Berlin and Madrid. Pairings will be hinted or fully out there. If you don't like Yaoi, I suggest you leave. Also, this chapter contains a bit of angst. Sorry, I don't really like angst but it works for this chap.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I only own Berlin, not Madrid since he belongs to Kikilu Banner.

-====Fireworks====-

Berlin was having a nice stroll through the town. She was in a surprisingly good mood today. She was also humming My Song That is Written by Me, For Me, a song her brother Prussia wrote.

The only reason she's in such a good mood was because Madrid had asked her to watch the fireworks with him later on that night. The good thing was, he told her yesterday morning.

Right now it was only 10:35 AM. The other girls of the gang, (The gang having The London Twins, Moscow, Paris, Madrid, Romeo, Washington D.C., Beijing and Tokyo) squealed in delight for Berlin, who gave a weak glare towards their direction.

Berlin sighed, remembering what happened yesterday. Berlin had walked around a corner and saw 'Madrid' flirting with another girl.

Her heart dropped and she saw 'Madrid' wrap an arm around the other girl and kiss her cheeks.

It was like Palermo all over again! She felt tears go down her cheeks, she turned and walked away, crying.

The girl that was with 'Madrid' walked off, giggling. 'Madrid' turned around and saw Berlin walk away, he had a smirk on his face. He took off the reddish brown wig and green contacts. It was Palermo! And he was back for revenge.

"Its all going according to plan," Palermo chuckled, he walked off, following Berlin.

~Meanwhile with Berlin and the girls~

"Mein gott!" Berlin yelled frustrated, she threw a pillow at the wall.

Hungary and the girls just glanced at each other. They had a feeling Palermo had did this. Dressing up as Madrid, but Berlin wouldn't listen to them.

Berlin kept cursing in her native tongue, "Ich hasse diese dumme Spanier! (I hate that stupid Spaniard) Es ist wie Palermo noch einmal, verdammt! (Its like Palermo all over again, dammit)"

Hungary understood what Berlin had said, while the others looked confused at what the german girl had said.

Berlin panted and slumped to the ground, her face stained with tears, her eyes red and puffy.

Rome had bursted into the room, out of breath.

"Berlin? Are you alright?" The italia asked worriedly, running over to Berlin's hunched form.

"N-No! I hate that stupid Spaniard! I don't want to see his face tonight!" Berlin wailed.

Rome cringed but rubbed the Berlin's back. The others had exited the room, leaving the two alone.

~With the real Madrid~

Madrid was having trouble digesting the news.

Apparently some girls walked up to him, saying that they were taking out to eat tonight when he never even spoke to those girls before!

But the others, minus Rome and Berlin, had told Madrid that Palermo dressed as him and Berlin saw Palermo kissing another girl dressed as Madrid.

This made the Spaniard boy furious. Was Palermo trying to sabatoge his date with Berlin?

Madrid muttered and walked off, more like stomped off, to find Berlin and tell her what truly happned.

He wanted to spend a night alone with Berlin without any trouble, but Palermo just had to ruin it!

"Maldita Palermo! (Damn Palermo)" Madrid finally arrived at Berlin's house and saw Berlin alone on the front porch.

Madrid appraoched Berlin and she snapped her head towards his direction and glared. Madrid flinched, but he then said, "Berlin, mi nina, mi amor. (My girl, my love) That wasn't me, but it was Palermo. You can understand that, si?" Berlin slowly nodded and ran to hug the Spaniard.

This surprised Madrid but he hugged the german girl back.

"Now, shall we go watch the fireworks?" "Ja, we shall."

And with that, the two watched the fireworks on a secluded hill, the fireworks busrting into many colors and shapes. Many, in which had hearts.

Now with Spain and Romano, lets, er say, they had a fun night. A very fun night indeed.

Germany and Italy were just sitting on a bench together and watching the fireworks. Italy holding Germany's hand.

Right as the last firework was about to explode, Madrid took Berlin's face and kissed her. A sweet kiss yet simple kiss. The night had ended well, and Palermo had got beaten to a pulp yet again.

-====Such a sappy ending I think...====-

Leo-san: This was pretty short I guess. It only took up two full pages. Anyways, review please! Und auf Wiedersehen! (And goodbye!) Well, for now anyways.