Romano sat on the meeting room's couch, crossing his arms and legs, pouting moodily like a child. Even though Spain was sitting right next to him, and he was almost in Spain's lap, the other brunette was talking to other countries. He was almost completely ignoring the small Italian, and it was pissing him off! The only sign his green-eyed boyfriend showed of knowing that he was there was that he had a hand resting on the Italian's thigh.

Humming in a low tone, Spain tilted his head, nodding a few times at France, as he was one of the countries he was conversing with. He didn't even notice, or think, he was ignoring Romano. He was paying lots of attention to him! Sure, occasional glances in his direction didn't really count as attention, but the Italian was turned away the whole time and he never noticed.

As soon as the other countries left, Romano completely turned away from Spain, his arms still crossed. "I hate when you talk with other countries," he growled.

Raising an eyebrow at Romano, Spain smiled and stopped his humming. "They only want to know my opinion on things. It's not like I'd ever leave you, Romano… I kind of can't, seeing how you live with me."

The smaller brunette pouted more at Spain's smile. "But you stop paying attention to me…"

Lowering his eyelids, Spain tilted his head. Continuing to smile, he quieted his voice, trying to suck up to the Italian but being very subtle about it. "I am very sorry, mi amor…"

Blushing, Romano turned to Spain, attempting to glare. "Don't try and suck up…! You always talk Spanish when you do it," he muttered, pulling off a half-decent glare. "I've got you figured out, Spain. You try and apologize and make me not mad my slipping in your Spanish, and-" he continued for a while, and the Spaniard decided to take charge.

Holding Romano's face in his hands, he kissed the miffed young Italian. In response, he got a shove to the chest, and a tomato-colored blush on Romano's cheeks.

Blinking slowly, Spain tilted his head further. "I don't realize when I talk Spanish, mi armor… lo siento…" he apologized.

Giggling quietly and over his anger, Romano moved to sit in Spain's lap. "You do it a lot and it sounds pretty, and I always fall for it. It's no fair."

Smiling warmly, Spain nodded. "It is an attractive language, no? I like the Italian you sometimes speak, too, Romano…"

Romano gave the fellow brunette a soft smile back. "Thank you," he murmured with a slight dip of his head.

Spain wrapped an arm around Romano's neck slowly, kissing his temple. "But you are more beautiful than any language…"

The small Italian man blushed bright red all across his cheeks once again, wrapping his arms around Spain's chest. "I've told you before to not say stuff like that…"

Sliding his hands around Romano's waist, Spain now moved his lips to the other's, kissing him lovingly. "The Spanish are known for speaking their thoughts on romance, mi amor…"

Romano kissed him back just as lovingly, blushing even darker than before. "I know…" he said. "But it flusters me."

The taller brunette leisurely ran his nails up and down Romano's sides, smiling as usual. Cutely, he rubbed his nose against the Italian's, chuckling quietly. "Get used to it."

Rubbing his nose back against Spain's, Romano smiled cutely. Tilting his head, he quietly giggled. "I hate you," he muttered, his voice obviously playful.

Grinning, Spain kissed the corner of Romano's lips, nodding slowly. "Mhmm. I love you, too."