SpAus Fanfiction for the 100 Day challenge set by Kimchi71399. It gets much more complex later on.

Antonio couldn't believe that after all the years, his country finally got to host a World Meeting. He wouldn't wait to see him. They really hadn't seen each other in a while or at least since the Austrian War of Succession. Antonio really hadn't had the time or energy to think of his ex-husband. Romano had always been a handful. A handful he was always grateful for, but a handful none the less. He kept him bust to say the least.

Or at least he had been in the past.

Since Romano had grown up and moved out into a new place with Italy, his house felt empty. He didn't have Belgium anymore, or Luxembourg, or even Netherlands. No colonies, no henchmen, just Antonio left alone in his big quite house with his tomatoes. He always got excited for those World Meetings. Sure, nine times out of ten they ended up in a brawl but he got to see his former henchmen again. And, almost more importantly at the time, he got to see his ex-husband again.

Antonio sat down at his seat at the World Meeting. He normally sat down next to Lovino and Feliciano, right in the middle. He normally kept Romano from attacking Italy, but he felt his little Romano had grown up a bit and could control himself at one meeting. He hoped. Antonio had instead requested a seat next to Hungary and Austria. He was so excited to see that Mr. Germany had complied… and placed him right in between the two. Gracias a Dios *, they weren't there yet.

This seating arrangement begged for disaster. Not to misunderstand his feelings, of course. Roderich loved Hungary, or Elizabeta as she was called, but there would be too much attention for it to work out properly.

"Uhh, Germany," Antonio said after realizing how much of a disaster this could be. "Is it too late to change spots?"

"Spain, you specifically requested a spot next to Hungary and Austria. I assumed you wanted to be in the middle. Not to mention that the meeting starts in less than thirty minutes and changing seats would be impossible at such a late time. Speaking of the meeting, why are you here so early?" The Germans eyes scanned Antonio's body for any sign of emotion.

"You see Mr. Germany, I had some business to take care of with Austria, and I was hoping for us to be," Antonio gulped. "Alone? It's not like I dislike Hungary or anything! I just don't want her to be overprotective of her ex-husband!"

"I see well-"

"Or nose bleed all over the floor when I try to reestablish relations with him." His eyes blinked up shyly at the German in front of him.

Germany seemed taken aback by that statement. That's why he hadn't been as interested in Romano lately. Well, Antonio hadn't seemed interested in Lovino since the 'Incident'. He was going after Roderich. Germany blinked for a moment. "Oh, well…Ro-Austria does manage to come early, sometimes. He always stays late to complain to me though, or so it seems since the establishment of the EU. If you can't manage to talk to him during the meeting, and I doubt you would want to because Hungary would bleed all over the floor, find me afterwards."

"Si! Si! Thank you Germany!" Antonio felt ecstatic. He ran out of the room skipping. "I don't have to worry about talking to Roderich during the meeting! Or Elizabeta hitting me over the head a frying pan! Or being bled on when I tell her what I'm trying to do!" Antonio thought blissfully. He managed to skip into something. It wasn't a wall; it was too fleshy to be a wall. And whoever it was fell down. "Uh, Excuse me, amigo**, I was just-,"

"I know Anton. Just don't let it happen again," Austria said fixing his glasses and blushing as red as a tomato.

"Roderich! Just the country I wanted to see!" Antonio said excitedly. He felt like he should be jumping up and down but realized that his would seem childish, and since he hadn't gotten up yet, would seem very inappropriate to Austria.

Or maybe the little master would like it. It didn't matter at the moment, and Antonio got up and helped Roderich up too.

"I'm sorry Anton, I need to talk to Ludwig about something," Roderich replied. He promptly dusted himself off and began walking away.

"Wait wait! Mi amigo, stay a moment! You're talking to Ludwig now?"

"Ja."

"Are you going to complain to him after the meeting?"

"Ja- wait how did you know I did that?"

"Not important. But can we talk after the meeting then? Before you talk to Ludwig?"

"I don't see why not Anton. But it better be pretty damn important," Roderich huffed despite looking very concerned. He hoped Spain wasn't going to ask him about bailing his country out. He had already gone to Ludwig about it and—

"One more thing amigo," Antonio added. He put his right hand out. "You don't even know my full name. I've always been Spain or Anton to you."

"That doesn't mean I don't know your full name."

"Just shake it." His eyes took on that psychotic gleam that promised pain if he didn't.

"Jawohl***!" Roderich complied hesitantly. His ex-husband was acting crazier than usual. Maybe that other Italy brother had finally turned him down. Only for good this time. The one he gave him all those years ago around the time of their marriage.

"Antonio Fernández Carriedo," Antonio said happily shaking Roderich's hand.

"Roderich Edelstein, Anton we've already been married before! You know my full name and I know yours! The hell is going on here!"

"See you at the meeting!" Antonio raced back to the meeting room, and Roderich already felt the headache forming. He felt Elizabeta's hand on his shoulder. She smiled kindly at him. "That Spainard of yours still wants you after all these centuries," she said looking down the hall, her smile turning into a gloat.

"Maybe in your fan fiction! There's no way in this entire world that I would let that-that-Dummkopf**** ever court me again!"

"You like him too~! You only call people 'dummkopf's when you like them~," Elizabeta said in a sing song voice.

"You heard him saying he wanted to talk to me after the meeting, didn't you?"

Elizabeta's nose started to bleed and she nodded.

"Du machst das Leben zur Hölle manchmal."*****

Elizabeta nodded again, taking out a handkerchief wiping away the blood.

Thank God*

Friend**

Yes in a more formal/sarcastic sense***

Idiot****

You make life a living hell sometimes*****