Romano's eyes nearly bulged out of this head as he began to re-read the letter. He couldn't BELIEVE just what the hell he was reading. In italics, the letter read this:

Spain and Romano,You are here-by cordially invited to a world ballroom dance hosted by the United Nations. This occasion was settled by your employers in order to have the countries associate very well with one another. This will be a formal dance, so proper attire is required. The date will be exactly two weeks from today, on July 14, 7 o'clock pm sharp, in Paris, France. We hope to see you there soon.

- The United Nations.

"Are they fucking SERIOUS?" the southern Italian was baffled. A dance? Hosted by their bosses? And they wanted everyone to get ALONG? Close to impossible. However, there was one thing that worried Lovino even more than the party itself - ... He couldn't dance.

Spain stood behind him and chuckled lightly. He was very excited to go to the dance, for he was amazing at it.

"Oh Romano, aren't you excited! It will be amazing. Now you can show me those dancing skills you were talking about." Spain said with a wink. He was literally jumping up and down grabbing Romano's hands and spinning around in circles. 'How cute, Lovino is scared to dance' he thought. "I'm sure it will be so much fun!"

He let go on Romano's hands and went to go see what he could wear. Sometimes he was really obsessed about what to wear and how he looked.

Romano's arms hung by his side, and he let the invitation flow gently down to the floor. 'I can't fucking dance...' he remembered. '...I CAN'T FUCKING DANCE!' He ran over to the wall and began violently slamming his head into the wall. "Dammit, tu stronzo!" the brunette growled. He'd have to dance with some pretty girl, he'd step on their foot, and South Italy's name would be forever shamed for making a fool of himself. He had dos fines, two weeks, to learn... "Fuck my life."

"Mr. kiss kiss bang! Vamos a bailar!" Spain sang going through his closet. "What am I going to wear?" He wondered tapping his foot. An idea popped into his head and he ran down the stairs. He saw Romano standing there, with the dance invite on the floor, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Oh Romano. What are you going to wear?" Spain asked. When he got no answer he knew his idea was perfect. "If you have nothing to wear…then lets go shopping together for a tux!"

A glare was sent his way but his smile never wavered. He was prepared for the worst and best time ever.

"Stupid cheeky tomato bastard, I don't want to go shopping with you." Romano crossed his arms stubbornly and looked the other way. "I can't even imagine you in a mall, or a public place for that matter. All you would do is try to molest the young children, claiming 'Oh, but it's el dia de los ninos~!' or some other stupid bull like that." He rolled his actually did have formal suits, for world meetings and such, but not a tux. Normally, nations didn't through weddings during a merging of the two, and no one ever died, so there were no funerals. What would be the point of buying a tux? Oh, yeah, a fucking fiesta.

Spain stood and pouted. 'How could Romano not want to go shopping with me' he thought.

"Well fine. If your going to be an ass about it then I don't want to go with you anyway!" Spain yelled, a lone tear slipping from his eye. He slowly walked away and to his bedroom again, flopping down on the bed. It wasn't that he was sad, more disappointed than anything. He had hoped they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship, but he guessed not.

"Why cant he love me?" He thought out loud. "Am I not good enough? Or maybe I'm too ugly, yeah that must be it!"

He smiled again and thought about what Romano had said. Maybe he was a tomato bastard and had never been in public with Romano before…but he actually felt offended that Romano thought he would touch little children in that way. He of course only wanted to touch Romano that way! Laughing at his own joke his eyes drifted a little, but before he could fall asleep he heard a loud bang come from downstairs.

"Che cazzo?" Romano exclaimed. There was now a stone in the kitchen, and a hole in the kitchen window. 'Oh dios mio,' the Italian feared, 'The mafia? Not now.. not when Antonio's home..!'He ran into the kitchen glared at the stone, and took out his gun - pointing it at the window. "Bastardos! Mostrati!" he demanded. Of course that wasn't a problem."Jesus Christ, drop the friggen gun. It's just me," a cocky yet sleazy voice called. Romano took a better look and realized it was Prussia. Romano just sent a death glare to the albino. "Was it really necessary to break my fucking window just because you wanted to see Spain?"

Spain shot up in bed and jumped over the railing down the stairs.

"Romano! Are you alright? France isn't trying to kidnap you again is he?" he yelled. Getting no answer he almost hyper ventilated. What if France stole Romano and he's hurting him? What if Turkey was beating him up? These thoughts raced through his mind as he searched through the house for his friend. Seeing Romano standing these with huge eyes he strangely looked him up and down. Then he ran to him and made sure he had no cuts or bruises on his body. He would kill the person who hurt him.

"Nothing is wrong with you? Are you alright? France didn't hurt you right?" He threw question after question at the man. His hands roamed over the Italians body until he could feel a shiver run through his body, then he pulled away slightly and rested his hands on his cheeks, forcing Romano to look him in the eye.

An embarrassed tint of red came to Romano's cheeks at he stared into Spain's bright green eyes and felt the warm, wandering hands travel across his body. He was too flustered to respond without a stutter, "I-I-I'm fine, damn it! And I doubt France is even with Prus-"He was cut off by a heavily-french-accented laugh coming from outside. "Monsieur Spain? Where aaarrrreeeee youuu~?" A bolt of lightning shot down the Italian's spine and froze him in his spot. Oh, dear god, the fucking molester was here...

A gasp came from Spain. 'Why is France here? And did you say Prussia?" He asked whipping himself around, dropping his hands from Romano's face. He went to open the door when it slammed open and France was standing there twirling a rose in his hands. He noticed Romano tense behind him and he grabbed his hand. "France. What would you like?"

France smiled and walked slowly in taking in the surroundings. "Nice place. Is it yours Romano?" He asked slyly, making conversation with the Italian. Spain glared and stood in front of Romano.

"He doesn't want to speak to you!" Spain yelled wrapping himself around Romano and smiling.

Romano stiffened in Spain's embrace, feeling the strong muscles and the Spaniard's body heat practically radiating off him. Damn it, why did he have to be so... DAMN IT. Romano found himself trying to wriggle out of Spain's , as much as Romano hated him with a burning passion, he wasn't a child anymore - he had to talk to France. "Yes. It's mine. But don't touch anything with your disgusting slimy fingers, tu bastardo."France simply laughed merrily, "Oh, tu es trop mignon, Romano~" and continued exploring. Romano didn't know enough French to know if that was a compliment or insult.

Spain still held tightly to the Italian but decided that he was close enough that if France tried anything he could stop him. So he let Romano go and stood beside him. France ran his fingers lightly over a painting of Romano and Spain, looking at the cheerful face of Spain and the annoyed face of Romano. It actually made him laugh. He knew Spain liked Romano, but at this rate nothing was ever going to happen between them.

"So, Spain, Prussia and I need to speak to you. Alone." He said his eyes glancing to see how the Italian reacted. Spain stood his ground but nodded and made his way toward the French man.

"But…Romano." Spain said looking sad to leave the Italian. France snorted and took the Spanish mans arm.

"Don't worry. Nobody will touch him." Prussia assured him. They made their way towards the bedroom and once Prussia was inside they slammed the door. Which left Romano to stand alone outside the room, wondering what they needed to speak to Spain about.

Romano stood there for a second until he heard the door lock. then he just rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, prepared to go to work. "Tch. Stupid Bad Touch Bastards."He made his way into the kitchen, and felt shivers go down his spine from a cool breeze that floated inside. He needed to get that fixed. Romano picked up the phone, dialed a number, and scheduled a renovator to fiz that in the morning. For now, he needed to pick up the brunette Italian bent down and began to pick up the big shards of broken glass, and he was doing relatively well. It became quiet, and he couldn't hear the three friends talking in the other room. Suddenly a bird chirped outside the window, and Romano lost his concentration, causing himself to accidentally cut himself on the glass. "Ah, fuck.." he hissed, blood dripping down his palm and wrist, a bit on the floor too.

Spain stood across from Prussia and France. France sat on the bed, legs crossed still holding the rose, and Prussia sat in a chair.

"What do you need to speak to me about? Please hurry up, I must get back to Romano," Spain said pacing back and forth. He had noticed lately that he could spend less and less time away form Romano.

"Well, we heard that Romano was having a secret relationship with North Italy and we felt it was important you know." France said bluntly. Prussia rolled his eyes at France's blunt attitude but there wasn't much he could do about it.

A loud gasp came from Spain as he fell to the floor. He couldn't believe the news.

"How did you find this out?" He asked trying to regain his breath.

"Germany told us." Prussia said. Now who was the blunt one?

"Well….maybe he's lying. Yes of course that's it he must be lying! Romano would never date him! They're brothers silly." Spain said laughing, feeling much better. The faces of France and Prussia stayed the same though.

"Alright, believe what you shall but you should probably talk to him about it. We'll take our leave now." Prussia said before dragging France out the door. Once they were out the door all three saw Romano bleeding on the floor. But France and Prussia decided it best to let Spain handle it and left with no goodbye. Spain quickly rushed over to Romano and started freaking out. What would he do if Romano died?