Miss Stealer: Oh wow, it's been so long T-T I've missed this place so much…School had completely ripped my babies away from me! I have missed you all! Thank you for all your reviews on the last stories, they helped me get through this awful time! Anyways, I've written here a lovely Spamano for you glorious little perverts! I've been in a Spamano rut recently and then on my way to my friend's house I heard a song sent from Pangaea! So, this fic is based off of Michael Buble's Sway (One Canadian that deserves some notoriety haha Thanks Canada ^w^). Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters, the song this is based on, and Lucky Charms cereal (so good…) *sadness*….

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Spain awoke to the glorious smell of tomato basil omelets. Cracking his eyes open, he looked out his large bedroom window and smiled. What a beautiful day to have a birthday! He jumped out of bed excitedly, not bothering to put a shirt on, and bounded downstairs to say good morning to his little Romano. He slowed down when he got to the kitchen door, silently peeking over the threshold. He smiled softly. There stood Romano, standing in front of the stove cooking Spain's favorite breakfast with his signature scowl painted on his face. Slowly, he crept up behind Romano, getting so close he could hear the small Italian tune he was humming before jumping him.

"Good morning, Romanito!" he yelled gleefully, clutching his little Italian around the waist.

"Cazzo, Spain! Get the hell off me, bastardo!" Romano tried to pry Spain's arms off of his midsection while swearing at the annoying Spaniard in Italian, blushing all the while.

"Aww, you look like a cute little tomato, Roma!" Spain pinched Romano's cheek like you would a little kid, but Romano smacked his hand away.

"Damnit Spain, stop it! Stop touching me!" he pushed a laughing Spain away and went back to his now burnt omelet, breathing a heavy sigh. "Idiota, look what you made me do! Now you can have it since you made me burn it!"

Romano stomped over to an already fixed plate and started to eat the perfect omelet while Spain looked to the charred, black…thing…left for him to eat. 'It looks like England's cooking…' Spain shuddered at the thought and decided to fix himself a bowl of cereal instead. Normally he would've eaten the burned meal because Romano made it, but the thought of Britain's disasters made him unsure if it would kill him or not.

Slightly bummed about the start of one of his happiest days of the year, the others being Christmas and Romano's birthday, he took his bowl and sat in front of Romano.

"So, Romano, what are you doing on this hermoso day?"

"The same shit I normally do, tomato bastard." Romano replied snippily, not noticing the slight downwards tilt to Spain's bright smile.

"Oh… Well, I was going to see mis amigos France and Prussia! They're going to take me somewhere special today!" Spain looked at Romano with a newer, even brighter smile than before, only to see him not the least bit interested in what he was saying. He sighed and looked down at his now soggy cereal sadly. So for, not even a grumpy 'happy birthday' from Romano… It depressed Spain a bit. 'Maybe he forgot…Or- or maybe he's waiting to give me a big surprise later! Yeah, that must be it!' With that in mind, he happily went back to his breakfast, confident in his thoughts.

They continued to eat in silence; Spain thinking all about what Romano would do to surprise him. When they finished, Romano stuck his plate in the sink and immediately left, not bothering to look in Spain's direction. Spain sighed with a small smile at his little Roma's actions. He couldn't help it; he just thought everything Romano did was cute! 'Of course, if it were Romano, he's probably say everything I do is messy and not the way it's supposed to be… And he'd say it with a cute little frown, his lips formed into a pout…just begging to be ki-'

"Oi, bastardo, your boss called! He wants you to call him back!"

"Oh, bien, gracias, Roma!" he turned his head and was greeted with a phone in his face.

"Here." Romano held the phone closer to Spain, gesturing him to take it.

"Ah, Roma, my hands are a little busy at the moment, si? Unless you want to hold it to my ear for boss?" Spain chuckled when Romano started to turn a deep shade of red. It made him look even more adorable in Spain's eyes.

"Tch, fine then, do it yourself!" he slammed the phone on the counter and stormed off into the other room.

"Si supieras, mi poco de tomate. Si supieras ..."

~*** Yay for time skips! (=ヮ=)૭ ***~

As the day progressed, Spain continued to receive multiple calls and cards, even some small presents, from the other countries. (He got something from Britain, but was pretty sure it was cursed, so he put it in the back of his closet with a mental note to get rid of it properly later) However, not once did he receive anything remotely close to that from Romano. Spain's confidence in his earlier assumption was starting to wither. What if Romano completely forgot it was Spain's birthday? Was Romano just ignoring him for doing something wrong? Did Spain make him angry in some way? Somehow, instead of feeling angry at Romano, he was starting to become angry at himself. 'I guess it really is my fault Roma isn't talking to me today…somehow. Maybe I can try to cheer him up and make him forgive me for…for whatever it is that I did!...I think…'

Spain only had about three hours before France and Prussia showed up for their 'badenture' (Bad + Adventure) so he decided to try his best at cheering Romano up. He tried picking tomatoes with Roma in his huge garden, but that only resulted in his pet bull trampling poor Romano. He tried making homemade pizza with him, but ended up getting sauce all over Romano's favorite Armani shirt. He even tried to be nice and invited Romano to come with him and his friends that night, but he just got a slap in the face and a good view of Roma's ass walking out the door.

So now, here was Spain, sulking on the couch while drinking his favorite wine. He didn't bother to get up when the doorbell rang, knowing exactly who it was and that they could get in themselves.

"Ah, mon ami, you 'ave already started drinking? Couldn't wait for us to come and start ze party?" France leaned over the back of the couch and took the almost empty bottle of wine from his friends' hand.

"Dude, what's got your panties in a bunch? And breaking into the reserve before we even got here? Totally unawesome, arschloch!" Spain looked up and watched his two friends bicker between themselves. 'If Roma were here, he'd tell them to stop yelling or get out of his house…'

France turned his attention back to Spain when he heard his friend sigh sadly. Then he looked around curiously and immediately figured out what was wrong with him.

"Ah, come, Spain. Let frère France fix your mood, oui?" he and Prussia helped him off of the couch, where he swayed a bit before being able to stand by himself.

"Man, you look like you need a drink! Well, I guess, more to drink! Kesesesesese!" Prussia put his arm around Spain's shoulders and started to lead him to the front door, France following closely behind. They all climbed into France's red convertible and headed to one of the group's most frequented bars.

"Yo, Demetri, get us some hard stuff!" Prussia yelled to the bartender as soon as they entered the crowded bar. Demetri set to work on their drinks as they sat a limp Spain down on a barstool. Their drinks were set in front of them and Spain immediately started to down his.

"Woah, woah, woah! Slow down, dude! What is with you? You're totally being unawesome here, Spain!" Prussia tried to take the glass from Spain's hand, but he just held the glass tighter.

"Prussia, our friend 'ere is upset, and if I am correct, it 'as to do with votre amour, Romano, oui?" Spain buried his head in his arms and gave a weak nod. Prussia sighed.

"Seriously, dude, I don't know what you see in that unawesome Italian. He's so loud and gets upset easily, not like my cute little Canada. Why don't you try for someone more awesome?" France smacked Prussia upside the head and Spain mumbled something into his arms, but they both struggled to hear him.

"Que?"

"Was?"

"I said," Spain lifted his head a bit, "I couldn't even if I tried. My Roma is the only one for me!" he downed another much needed drink Demetri gave him and started to tear up. "Even if he does get upset easily or hits me for saying something stupid or yells all the time or anything else, I still love him, mi amigos! I love him more than tomatoes, I love him more than churros, I love him more than anything! But- but he doesn't even care! Today, he didn't say happy birthday, or give me a card, or a present; I think he just hates me! I tried to make him happy today and all I did was make him leave! I don't know what to do! Today is supposed to be a happy day for me but it's- it's not without my Romaaa!"

Spain and Prussia both looked at each other with side eyes. They had seen Spain upset about Romano before, but not to this extent. This time it was serious. They only had one option at this point, and that was to get Spain to forget his sorrows for the time being. With alcohol, of course.

~*** More time skipping, yay! (=ヮ=)૭ ***~

"Hehe, adiós mis *hic* amigos, hasta luego!" Spain shouted a little too loudly as he stood in front of his door when Prussia and France dropped him off. He was more than drunk at the moment, he was plastered. He stumbled into the house with a lazy smile on his face and clumsily started to walk towards his bedroom. On his way, he stopped in the living room and saw Romano sleeping on the couch, the TV still on and playing an Italian soap opera.

"Ahh, Roma~." Spain knelt next to Romano's face, drinking in the sight of his usual hotheaded tomato looking so calm and peaceful. "It's okay y-you didn' wish me happy bir-*hic*-thday. I s'ill love you~." He lent down and placed a small, sloppy kiss on Romano's forehead then tried to walk to his room again, knocking over a side table in the process.

He plopped down onto his messy bed, not bothering to change or take off his shoes. The alcohol was only starting to wear off, but he could still feel a slight pang in his chest when he thought back on the day. 'It seems Roma really did forget my birthday…'

"Happy Birthday to me…" he mumbled before slipping into a fitful slumber.

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Okay, so I decided to make this at least a two-shot. I'm feeling terribly sick tonight and I have school in the morning, I couldn't pump anymore outta me T.T I'll be sure to update tomorrow, if not, in a few days. Don't worry, I WILL FINISHH! Next chapter's gonna be focused on Romano and his troubles ^_^

Oh and, 'badenture' is a word my brother and his friend made up once when they decided to go to the store at one in the morning. Needless to say, that didn't go very well, hence the new word xD Anyway, hope you all enjoyed it so far! Keep calm and Lemon on!

~Miss Stealer

Cazzo- Fuck Hermoso- Beautiful

Si supieras, mi poco de tomate. Si supieras ...- If only you knew, my little tomato. It only you knew…

Votre Amour- Your Love

Adiós mis amigos, hasta luego- Goodbye, my friends, see you tomorrow