Summary:After a party America did, Romano wakes up naked, and hungover besides Spain. As the spaniard confesses his feelings, Romano denies, due to the crush Belgium has for Spain. But, Spain wasn't going to give up, until finally Romano accepts. Only problem is that they have to keep it a secret. Though, what will happen when Belgium finally decides to ask Spain out. M for smut/language
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Hetalia.
Our Secret.
Prologue.
Third Point Of View.
Romano leaned into his chair, trying to make himself comfy. He knew that every time there was a World Meeting, it would last all day. It would be less if everyone could just stop fucking fighting. Which never happens.
The meeting started half an hour ago and China was already about to pounce at England and beat his ass. Good thing Germany stopped himself from going on. Letting Taiwan take China outside to calm down.
Romano rolled his eyes before grabbing his water bottle, from the long table that was surrounded by nations, in front of him. He looked around as he saw all the countries begin to talk to one another. As Romano took a sip, he saw Spain laughing with France from the corner of his eye.
It's been a while since he talked to that stupid Spaniard. Romano didn't mind, after living with him since he was child. Anyone would be happy to finally leave that tomato bastard.
"Antonio's so hot~" Romano turned his head to see Belgium's hands cupping her face. Looking at Spain with dreamy eyes. The Italian rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Go and say that to his face." Romano mumbled as he placed his bottle back onto the table. Watching Belgium gasp at him.
"No! I'm scared- And don't you dare do it!" Before Romano could say anything, across from Belgium he saw Spain look at him. Giving him a smile. The Italian wanted to flip him off and call him something. Instead he just crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back into the chair. Waiting for the two Asians to come back so they can finish this damn meeting.
Finally after five hours of immense torture, it was finally time to go home. Romano waited for Italy to stop talking to the stupid potato bastard, before heading to his car. Belgium left a while ago with his older brother, Netherlands. Same with the other nations.
As Romano was waiting outside in the hallways of the building. He didn't notice someone walking behind him, until they put a hand on his shoulder.
"Chigi!" He turned only to be see Spain's stupid face in front of him.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want, dumbass." The spaniard chuckled.
"I just wanted to say hola!~" Spain said before hugging Romano. Which didn't last long before he pried Spain off of him.
"Don't you fucking touch me!" With that he left Spain. Grabbing his younger brothers hand and dragging Italy with him to his car.
Spain frowned as Germany looked at him before leaving. Ever since Romano left him a few years back, he has missed him so much. When he chose to become independent, it hurt Spain's heart. But it wasn't his decision, it was Romano's. He didn't disagree and chose to let him go. Congratulating the Italian, instead of telling him to stay.
When Romano left, Spain felt empty. He missed having his Italian living with him. Helping him pick out tomatoes. Sometimes help out with the cleaning. Sometimes. But mostly because he wasn't going to see the only person he had fallen in love for, every morning, day and night.
Even now, they don't even talk at all. And when both of them do, it only lasts for a few minutes before Romano leaves him. The spaniard sighed and walked outside, going towards his car and turning it on. As he drove back home.
•••
"Ve~ Lovino, why did you drag me away?" Italy asked as they parked into their driveway.
"Cause that tomato bastard was bothering me." Romano mumbled as he stepped out, heading towards the door and opening it. To reveal a clean living room.
"But fratello, Spain must have wanted to have a conversation. You haven't talked a lot to him since you left... He must be sad about that." Italy says before closing the door behind him and making his way to the kitchen. Romano didn't know what to say. Was his brother taking Spain's side?
That dumbass didn't care that he left. He just let him go. He wasn't sad when he was talking to his two stupid friends instead of him. Romano walked upstairs to his room. Hearing his younger brother say he was making pasta.
As he took a shower, he then changed into a pair of sweatpants and a loose green shirt. Laying on his bed, watching television. After an hour his brother was calling him to eat.
When he steps outside he sees his brother already eating. Romano sits on the chair in front of him and soon does the same. They are in complete silence before Romano's phone started to ring.
Feliciano looked at his brother and just told him to answer it. He saw the call was from America, he groaned and answered.
"Yo dude! What are you doing?" America's loud cheery voice said.
"What do you want you stupid Americano." Romano answers back, moving the spaghetti around his plate with his fork.
"Is that America?" Italy's voice was heard in the background.
"Oh! Italy's there to, Awesome! Now I don't have to call him. Can you put it on speaker. Please bro!" Romano cursed under his breathe as he pressed his speaker button.
"Ciao Alfred!" Feliciano spoke into the phone.
"Hey! What was I going to say... Oh yeah, I am having a party on Saturday at my house- You know, to celebrate the first day of summer! I was wondering if you'd two would like to come." Lovino looked at Feliciano who was giving him the puppy eyes.
Romano shook his head as he tried to not let Italy get what he wanted. But just then he snatched the phone and runs towards the bathroom. Locking the door when he got there. Romano running behind him and banging the door. Telling his brother to open up. Waiting, Italy finally opened it.
"Ve~ Mi dispiace. I just really wanted to go. Besides Germany's going too!" Italy slowly hands his brother back his phone. Going downstairs and grabbing his plate, running towards him room. Scared that Romano was going to go after him.
God damn it. I hate him so much!
With that he walked downstairs and finished his food, before cleaning his plate. As he walked back into his room, Lovino laid on his bed. Waiting for himself to get sleepy. Which didn't take long to happen.
After three days, it was finally Saturday. Romano asked Belgium if she was going, to know if he was going to be there alone. Belgium denied America when he asked her to go because she doesn't like drinking. Cause as she says, Mistakes happen when your drunk.
Also, because her brother was going to stay with her. They don't really enjoy parting that much. Romano does but his brother made him go to this one. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, with matching black shoes, and a red shirt. Something simple, or not. He didn't care. He just wanted this night to be over.
As Romano stepped out, he noticed the German bastard talking with Feliciano. When he got downstair, his brother looked at him.
"Fratello~ I thought we would go to the party with Luddy!" Romano glared at the german before being dragged into his car by Feliciano. It took a while for Lovino to finally get inside.
"I can drive over there! I don't want to be in this stupid potato's c- Great Prussia's here too!" Romano wanted to smack his brother for forcing him into this car watching Germany and Italy sat in the front seats.
"Vhy are zou so mad. Are you jealous of my awesomeness?"Prussia chuckled before being punched in the stomach. He looked back at Romano who was getting pissed off
"Shut up. You think you're so awesome- Well, you're not. All your doing is acting stupid." Prussia gasped as he heard those words. Germany rolling his eyes as his brother was crying like a baby for a while. Saying to kick out Romano because of how he was with him.
As all four of them got to the party, they saw it was a huge two story mansion. Italy dragged Germany with him inside. Prussia and Romano following behind. As they stepped inside, the house was packed with people dancing and drinking.
Prussia soon disappeared into the crowd and so did his brother with the stupid German. Leaving Lovino alone. He soon caught a glimpse of a few countries outside.
As he was making his way through the crowd, Spain was watching him. He loved the way those skinny jeans showed off his legs. He was stopped when France caught him looking.
"Poor Antonio... You want Lovino, right? He does look sexy. Hey, if he doesn't want you, maybe I could-" before he could finish, Spain kicked him in between his legs.
"Don't you dare. Francis, yo te mato." France stopped himself from screaming and just then Prussia came.
"Kesesese! The awesome Prussia is here." Spain looked at Romano as he talked to Hungary before he started to drink a few beers, and dance with her and a few other nations around them.
Spain felt jealousy and didn't know what to do. Just then France passed him two beers. Antonio looked at him confused.
"Désolé for saying that about Lovino. Here, go and talk to him with this." The spaniard ignored the snicker Prussia gave him and grabbed the two beers before heading towards Romano.
"Enjoy your night, Mon ami!"
Romano drank with the others before he heard someone call his name. He turned and saw Spain in front of him, holding out two beers. Lovino was already tipsy to curse him out before he asked if one of those beers were for him.
Antonio nodded, passing him one. The Italian drank the whole thing and so did Antonio. Time went by, and Lovino didn't really care what was happening. Not that he was dancing with Antonio. Not even that they were making out. Or that Antonio dragged him into a empty guest room in Alfred's house.
Translations.
Italian:
Mi Dispiace - I'm sorry.
French:
Désolé - Sorry
Spanish:
Yo Te Mato - I'll kill you.
A/N: Omg! What's happening? I think this chapter was really sucky. I didn't really like the way I put everything. Hopefully the next chapter is way better than this one. This is the first Hetalia fanfic I write. So, I have no idea if it's good for a first timer. But, I have mostly everything planned out. Updates will be on weekends! Bye ^-^