Hey there... umm I feel awkward since this is my first Spamano fanfic. Since I promised myself that I would make a fanfic after I read all the complete stories about them, here it is then. I didn't know that I even had the guts to make a multi-chaptered story as a first story. Please, read it and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: And of course, the sad truth that I do not and never will own Hetalia even if I wanted to at the cost of my life.

"Belgium and Spain... they're going out behind your back"

Damn it. I shouldn't have agreed to talk to the mask-bastard. I knew better then to talk the man who wanted to take me away from Spain. But NO, the asshole just had to force me.

Spain...

God knows how much I love the tomato bastard. Not that I'd tell the fucker. Even though I'd shove, kick, and punch him away, he still managed to capture my heart. Now that I thought about it, that phrase sounded so fucking cheesy. Ugh, Goosebumps are appearing on my skin.

Well, he managed to realize his feelings, after like one century, and waddaya know! We've been living under the same roof for three shitty years. And when I say shitty, it's pretty much insane. Take my place and you'll have to endure the kisses disturbing your sleep, hugs that squeezes the fucking air out of you, and the random stupid nicknames he calls you.

Everything was going well, until now...

I sent a sharp glare at the Turk standing across the room. He noticed my glare and smirked. How dare he?

I sharpened my glare even more but he seems unfazed. Instead of cowering away – not like I expected him to do that – he shook his head as if pointing somewhere. I hesitated for a while but looked anyway.

Fuck him.

There, among a group of people, were Belgium and Spain. I saw what shitty Turkey was pointing at. Spain's arm was around Belgium's waist and he seemed to be pulling her closer. I didn't really see what was wrong dammit. It was pretty normal for me to see the bastard holding someone else.

Close...

Tight...

"Romano~" Spain exclaimed, walking towards me.

"What do you want now?" I replied with a scowl.

"You looked lonely Roma I just had to hug you~" He glomped me, and like I said earlier, squeezed the fucking air out of me.

"Get off of me you creep!" I pushed him away but he was just too strong. Curse him. He rubbed his cheek onto my cheek and oh no...

I felt the heat rising to my cheeks and before I could even lift my arms to cover my fa-

"Aw Roma, you look like a tomato" he rubbed he cheeks harder.

I don't know why but I think Lady Fate is angry with me. Why must the whole fucking universe curse me with color-sensitive cheeks?

"Stop calling me with that stupid nickname and I'm not a fucking tomato!" I shouted but before I can even punch him again, a hand pinched my cheeks and pulled my face away from Spain's cheeks.

What's with people today and not letting me do what I was going to do?

"Romano! You're so cute as always" a girly voice hugged me.

"Belgium..." I laughed uneasily. "Beautiful as always indeed"

"Yeah, uh-huh" she said in a tone implying that she wasn't going to believe it.

"Look at you Roma, all dressed up in a dress shirt and black slacks" she said observing me.

"Look who's talking, you're in the same situation as I am" I smirked at her.

She was wearing a red cocktail dress with red stilettos and a red ribbon on her hair.

She laughed uneasily at my last sentence. "Gotta dress up for Austria's ball"

I was about to make a compliment on how she looked when I saw my little brother arrive with the potato bastard. "If you'll excuse me" I smiled at Belgium sweetly and scowled at Spain. Steam was coming out of my ears and nose as I approached Italy. I pulled him away from macho potato and said, "What the hell are you doing coming here with this bastard?" I pointed to the macho potato beside him.

"Bu-but Fratello I asked him out" he said shrinking a little.

"What?" I sent out a shriek and a manly one at that. "It's bad enough that you're with him and now YOU were the one who asked him out?" I glared at Germany. The potato bastard looked at me like I was some crazy nut head. "Come on, Italy. Let's not provoke your brother even more" he said as he pulled Italy away. "Ve~ bye big brother" my stupid brother said as he waved his stupid hand.

"Don't you fucking dare walk away from me!" I said as I stomped to them.

"Romano, it's good to see that you decided to come here" Austria said while shaking my hand, again stopping me with what I was going to do. "Yeah, yeah I had no choice" I said as I scowled at him. "You had no choice? What made you come then? I must certainly thank them"

My cheeks instantly reddened as I recalled what Spain did to make me. "I-I-I..." I stuttered as I remembered him kissing me gently and slightly touching my legs – against my will of course! - and grinding his umm... you know that already.

"No-none of your fucking business!" I bellowed at him.

At the sight of my red cheeks, the aristocratic nation pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "I see, Spain really has a way with words don't you think? Or rather, a way with actions?" he fucking smirked at me and then walked off! Oh, the fucker's seriously gonna get it. But then, I was stopped by a scene I saw in the garden fountain.

I saw the two of them together again. Spain was laughing while Belgium playfully punched him. He never laughed like that when he was with me...

Unfortunately, tomato bastard saw me and waved his hand enthusiastically. Then, Belgium followed what he was doing. I flashed the bastard my trademark scowl and stomped away. And when I was just walking across the center of the room, Austria made an announcement.

"Everyone, it is now time for ballroom dancing" he said. Then, Hungary whispered something to him. "Okay folks, the first dance for the night is Viennese dance!" he sounded so excited and on cue, music started to fill the circular room.

I kind of panicked, considering that I was at the fucking center of the room, and walked briskly to the side of it. Pray tell, I don't want to fucking dance and embarrass the shit out of me. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my waist and spun me around quickly. "What the fuck?" I said as I came face to face with Spain.

"Dance with me Roma!" he smiled at me cheerfully. The same smile he flashes me every day. "Let go of me! I don't wanna fucking dance" I said as I wriggled away from him. "Oh? But I do" he said as he caressed my sides out of nowhere. I felt my face heat up for the third time this evening but surprisingly, the bastard didn't exclaim something like, "You face looks like a tomato" shit.

I was about to yell at him for the entire idiotic bastard he is when he suddenly spun me around like a topspin. Not only did he spin me around where I was, he also did it as we circled the room. "Look at you Roma! You spin gracefully" he said, flashing me his goofy toothed grin. "'Gracefully' my ass! I'm gonna be sick"

The Viennese dance was a fucking force to be reckoned with. It required the dancers to stupidly spin around and around until they barf into oblivion. "Silly Roma, you won't barf. You're a great dancer!" Spain said as he spun me around even faster. "Slow down idiot!" I said as I clung to him tighter. Anymore faster and I was going to fucking fly across the room from the momentum he was putting into the spin.

Now that I think about it, the bastard is purposely spinning me around faster. Che, just because I was clinging to him tighter... manipulative bastard.

After many nauseous spins, the dance changed. We also had to change partners. I was just fucking horrified at my next partner. I saw his trademark beard, golden hair that makes you wanna puke, and the rose he always had with him.

Fucking France.

Now, I have to be careful not to say the word 'fuck' or else he'll do it to me.

"Ohonhonhon, what do we have here? Little Roma coming at me" he said as he spread his ass arms open. "Dream on jerk, I'm done dancing!" I said as I walked away. Unfortunately, he caught my arm and pulled me forcefully towards him. I squirmed a bit but I wouldn't let the asshole hear it. "Let go of me bastard!" I punched his arms.

"A little feisty there Romano..." he said as he forcefully led me to the dance floor. I gave up when he succeeded in bringing me to the center. "No funny motives, ya hear me?" I said as I glared at him. France raised his arms like he was surrendering. "Alright, alright mon petite Romano" he said, snaking his arms around my waist again.

Good thing the dance wasn't a passionate one or else I'll fucking puke all over the floor.

My focus wasn't on the molester in front of me. I was looking for Spain. I saw him on the opposite side dancing with Austria. As expected, Hungary was nearby capturing pictures. That girl really has to stop her obsession over... what did Japan call it? Yaoi?

I don't even know what Yaoi fucking means. All I know is that it's all about boys loving boys. "Longing for Spain my little Romano?" the pervert said as he smiled at me and it sent me the fucking chills. "I am not!" I said as I looked away.

I had no reason whatsoever to be jealous of Spain and Austria. Whatever happened between them was none of my fucking business. I noticed that France was looking at me with pity. "What's that look for dammit" I eyed him suspiciously.

"It's nothing mon cher" he said as he looked at me still smiling.

And after hours and hours of fucking dancing, the ball came to its end.

A loud thump suddenly echoed through the ball room. Belgium passed out due to low alcohol tolerance. I expected the Netherlands to come rushing in and carry her away like a princess but no tall, blonde male came into my sight.

And guess who had to step in...

Tomato bastard.

I was about to go with him to Belgium's house when he said, "Roma, I'll take Belgium home" before kissing me full on the lips. "You go ahead, alright?" he said as he cupped my face. My face was burning and my cheeks were pink. All I could do was nod in approval.

I watched the car leave with Spain and Belgium inside while I was left standing at Austria's doorsteps waiting for my ride to home.

Finished.

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Sincerely,

A very crazed Spamano fangirl

P.S.

Constructive criticism will be appreciated too. Was Romano cussing too much or is he supposed to swear a lot more? Oh, and I made Spain here less cuddly because I have a reason and you probably already know it.