Spain was in the terrace making roses as usual, when Romano stepped in.
„Hey, bastardo, what are you doing?!" he asked with great anger in his voice and with his face all red.
"Eh… I-I-I'm working…?" Spain asked back, feeling guilty for some reason but wasn't sure he should.
"Yes, I can see!" Romano hissed and crossed his arms. "But why?"
"W-why?" he blinked surprised. "Because I have to!"
"Not today, you idiot! You really are an idiot! I hate you, dammit!" he screamed and turning on his heels he stormed back to the house.
"Roma, wait!" the Spaniard ran after him. "Roma!" he finally found him in the kitchen, crying quietly. "What did I do…?"
"B-bastard…" the boy stuttered sobbing and tried to hide his tears by turning away. "Y-you really d-don't know… H-how c-could you f-forget it?"
"Roma, please, don't cry…" Spain stepped behind him and hugged him. He still didn't have a clue about what he had forgotten…
"D-don't say that! I… I cry when I want!" Romano shouted but didn't push him away. "Don't hug me, I'm angry, dammit!"
"Roma, I'm sorry, I don't know what I forgot, but I'm sorry…" he whispered and pulled him closer burying his face to the boy's shoulder.
"That's why you forgot it, idiot!" Romano rolled his eyes and looked at the opposite direction of where Spain was.
"But could you tell me? I can't apologize properly like this…"
"Our anniversary! Today is our first anniversary!" Romano shouted and tore himself out of the Spaniard's arms.
"Oh… oh…" Spain blinked. Now, yeah, he remembered, they had agreed to have a nice lunch together, then hang out whole afternoon and, well, have a fantastic, passionate and romantic night together. But his boss gave him so much work last day with so short deadline, he completely forgot everything else. Oh, mio dios, how will he apologize for this…?
"I guess you remember now… At least how you look at me with that pathetic face…" Romano mumbled but couldn't resist to smile a little.
"Well, yeah, I… I know now, I'm really sorry!" he looked at him with an apologetic smile.
"Whatever. Bastardo…" he rolled his eyes. "But now you leave that stupid work where it is and come with me. You are mine" he looked at him strict and Spain knew he mustn't say no – not that he wanted to though.