"What do you mean, I'm not your first love?!" Romano scowled at Spain fiercely.
"I'm sorry, Roma-toma, but it's true," Spain admitted. "I loved England."
"You... You would choose the tea bastard over me?" Romano choked, and not from rage. "Stronzo..."
"Lovi, that's not it-" Spain began.
"It must be, because you fucking did it!" Romano's voice cracked as he turned to leave.
"Roma-toma..."
"And don't call me that, dammit!" Tears welled up in his eyes unbidden. No! He wasn't going to cry. Romano stormed out of Spain's house, slamming the door for good measure. Now out of Spain's sight, he sank against the side of the house and began to sob.
Gradually he became aware of a comforting arm across his shoulders and he looked up to see none other than Spain sitting next to him.
"Roma, you've got it all wrong." As Romano opened his mouth to protest, Spain rushed on, "I didn't choose him over you. I chose you over him, and I would never choose anyone over you. Te amo, Lovino."
Romano's tears wouldn't cease, but now they were tears of a different sort. "Ti amo... Bastardo."
A/N: I wrote this drabbly thing a while back and I just found it again and I decided to post it since I've been kind of neglecting Hetalia lately. Heh. This was actually requested by someone on Google+ and we became friends because of it. And then it turned out that we have the same birthday, which was interesting. ANYWAY, I'll stop rambling now. Hope you enjoyed~