Romano sighed as it was another boring world meeting day.

America ran up, and barely caught up to the Italian, "Do you want to hang out?"

Alfred looked hopeful, and handed Romano three or four roses and a present.

"Why?" He blinked up at him.

"I really like you a lot." Alfred exclaimed.

"What about my brother?" Romano asked him.

"Oh, he's not as captivating as you." Alfred blushed at the admittance.

"How about no?" Romano muttered.

Romano had never been a huge fan of America anyway, and hadn't even realised that America had noticed his presence at all during these bothersome world meetings that never seemed to solve anything.

Feliciano ran up with seemingly endless energy as he seemed to be in a panicked rush as if he was scared that what he wanted could not happen if he didn't go as fast as possible on his legs.

"Fratello, I have a new pasta recipe that I'd really like for you to try." He was panting from all of the running that he did to get here in front of his brother.

"I thought that you'd rather have the Potato Bastard try your cooking." Romano sighed; usually he came second best in Feliciano's eyes compared to the German that he hung around.

"No, he doesn't have a good taste for things like this, and he is usually just being kind." Feliciano smiled hopefully at his brother.

Belgium caught up to them around this point, and smiled at Lovino, "Do you want to go out?"

She seemed the most bold about this with her wording and with the fact that she wore a sexy, black dress just to ask him this in.

Romano muttered, "I have plans."

Emma pouted at that, and wondered what kind of plans kept him away from his childhood crush when she was asking him out.

Germany made his appearance soon enough with a blush; he handed Romano a small box containing a tomato necklace as a gift and waited nervously for what Romano would do or say,

He glared at the object and with out opening it, gave it to his brother.

France seemed to sense the awkward tension, and arrived to steer the Italian away from the others to kiss him.

Romano pushed back away from him, and secretly wondered if the world had finally gone completely nuts.

He was actually relieved when Spain shown up, and they could leave this stinking place.

Spain smiled with an arm around Romano, and he lightly kissed his lips; he was not shoved away.

His boyfriend nestled up to him in a rare moment of affection.