A/N: Ok so this is basically a one-shot I thought of while bored. The pairing is Spamano and they are one of my OTPs for the Hetalia world. I tried to keep this an in character as possible so sorry if it didn't turn out that way. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I wish I did but I don't.
Romano glared at Spain as the man grinned at him.
"What do you want idiota?" This only caused Spain's grin to widen.
"I just want to spend the day with my Lovi." Romano shook his head and glared.
"No and stop calling me that." Spain pouted at him.
"Por favor Lovi..." The Italian's resolve slowly crumbled as the other continued to pout at him. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
"Fine. But we're doing what I want." Grabbing Romano's hand Spain grinned ear to ear.
"Yay! Let's go!" Romano barely had time to grab a jacket off the coat rack beside the door before he found himself being dragged out of the house.
"Stop smiling like an idiot."
"But you're so cute!" Spain said as he looked at Romano's choice of location. They were at a small beach, a small private beach.
"Shut up." Spain wrapped Romano in a hug.
"Did my Lovi want to spend alone time with me?" Romano's face lit up red as he tried to push Spain off him.
"I just didn't want to deal with a bunch of other people, now get off me bastardo!"
"But it's fun to hug you! It makes you turn all red like a tomato. You're mi tomate." Of course this caused Romano to turn an even brighter red. Spain finally released him and grabbed Romano's hand, bringing him over to the water.
"Stop doing that!" Romano commanded while straightening out his jacket. His efforts were in vain however because the second he looked up he was met with a face full of the cold water.
"Got you!"
"..." Spain's grin fell as Romano slowly scooped up some of the water and proceeded to dump it straight on the other's head. After recovering from the shock he grinned once again.
This started a water war between the two, which came to an abrupt end when Spain tripped over seaweed and landed on top of Romano. And that wasn't even the worst part. As he landed Spain's lips accidentally landed on Romano's. Both nations stayed like that for a few moments feeling completely shocked before Spain jumped off Romano, whose face was bright red once again. He scrambled up and glared daggers at Spain.
"C-che cosa diavolo era quello bastardo!?"
"Lovi I don't understand you when you speak Italian."
"What the hell was that you bastard!?" Spain smirked at him.
"A kiss. An accidental kiss."
"So che idiota! È in programma questo non è vero!"
"Italian again." Romano stormed over to Spain.
"How did you plan this?" He hissed. Spain's smirk fell and a look of sadness came over his face.
"Did you not like it?" This caused Romano's rage to stop.
"I-you...it's just...shut up."
"I wasn't talking."
"Just shut up!" Spain grinned and tousled Romano's hair.
"Ok. You're still mi tomate though."