Rating: K+ for fluff.

Disclaimer: I have never nor ever will claim that I owned Hetalia. As much as I wish that were true, it is not. Oh Well, c'est la vie.


"Spagna! Spagna! Open the door you bastard!" Romano yells through the door as he pounds on the wooden frame. Romano is about to keep screeching at the door when it is suddenly opened by a large Spaniard who bursts through to tackle him. "Lovi!~ You came!" Romano finds himself knocked to the ground by the overbearing other Nation, and spends a moment to enjoy the embrace before he protests; "Get off of me you idiot!" Spain chuckles at him quietly with a large, lopsided grin on his face, then obliges, removing himself from the small Italian. He reaches out a hand to help Romano up, and the Italian takes it before humphing again in anger at having been knocked down in the first place. Spain uses his leverage on Romano to pull the Italian close. He whispers in his ear tenderly; "Soy tan feliz que usted está aqui." He squeezes the paralyzed Italian into a hug as he adds, "Te amo, Lovi." Romano blushes as he mentally translates the Spanish and the meaning filters through. Spain smells like tomatoes and sunshine, despite the fact that Romano can't even begin to understand how someone could smell like sunshine. "Ti amo anche, idiota." He says back quietly. Romano feels Spain freeze up against him as Spain no doubt translates the Italian. "Lovi…" Spain says, his voice full of wonder. Romano braces himself for the worst; and is surprised to suddenly find the Spaniard's lips against his own. Odd. Spain tastes like sunshine, too.


Translations: "Soy tan feliz que usted está aqui." I'm glad you came.
"Te amo." I love you.
"Ti amo anche, idiota." I love you also, idiot.

Author's Note: I hope my translations weren't too awful; neither Spanish nor Italian are my first language. I don't know any Italian at all, and I only know enough Spanish not to be totally lost in a converstaion with someone who actually speaks it. Please review!