A/N: Very first fic. I tried my best. (lazy cry) Lots of translation notes at the bottom in case you want to know what certain phrases mean. Please enjoy the valentine-y fluffiness regardless.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I just borrow the characters.

Rated: M for language and adult humor in the later chapters.

Pairings: Germany x N. Italy & Spain x Romano, a sprinkle of other pairings.

Chapter warnings: Shounen Ai. Ridiculous fluff. Mild swearing. Use of human names. Use of sentences or words in other languages. Italics represent both thoughts and flashbacks.


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Chapter 1: Preparation

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"Vee... meanie… pants…"

Feliciano Vargas mumbled in his sleep. He snuggled against his pillow and enjoyed the warmth of his blanket, though it wasn't as nice as the warmth when sharing a bed with someone else. It was one of those rare mornings where he wasn't in Ludwig Beilschmidt's bed. He wouldn't remember when he woke up, but the Italian had drunk himself stupid stealing the German's big bottle of Jägermeister, and after moments of being a rowdy drunker, passed out. Ludwig had to admit, it was quite amusing to watch Feli down the whole bottle himself. And frankly, it was the quickest he'd ever seen him get buzzed, drunk, and hung over in such a short span of time. Ludwig didn't hesitate to use this opportunity to bring the silly Italian home and tuck him into his own bed. He sighed as he placed Alka-Seltzer and a glass of water on the night stand. Though Feli was his friend, Ludwig did like having some alone time once in a while. Yes, he'd get to sleep comfortably, knowing the Italian would not wake up next to him in the morning for once.

Feliciano tossed and turned a bit, slowly waking up to the rays of sunlight peeking from behind the window curtain. He could feel the blood in his head pounding and the birds chirping in the distance was far louder than it should have been.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Mmeh," He groaned and covered his head with his pillow trying to drown out the sound of someone at his door.

Knock, knock, knock, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Everything sounded three times louder. The throbbing in his head began turning painful.

"Vee... Go away…" he whined. After a few seconds the person at the door began ringing the doorbell constantly. It was as if someone was standing over him clanging on a bell. There was no way he'd get any more sleep.

"Vee... Ok, ok I'm co-ming!" He dragged himself out of bed and walked over to the door. However, before he could open it, it suddenly swung open and smacked him to the floor.

"What took you so long Feliciano?! How could you make me wait outside so long?! You forced me to use your spare key. What are you doing on the floor?! And where is your underwear?!" Feli didn't know what to react to first. All he knew was that his brother Lovino was standing over him yelling. He clutched his head as his brother's voice made his hangover worse.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please stop yelling, my head is killing me." The older Italian frowned at his younger brother's hung-over state.

"Never mind you dummy, let's get some underwear." He pulled his brother up and dragged him to the bedroom where he rummaged through the clothes on the floor until he found some boxers. Feli got dressed in a dizzy stupor as Lovi continued talking.

"That potato-bastard isn't here right? I'm glad to see you're spending less time with him. He's not a good person for you to be around. Just like that damn Spain. I wish I didn't have to spend so much time with him." Lovi plopped himself on the bed with a big huff. His cheeks were pink, and he looked away with an annoyed puffed-up face. Feliciano knew his brother didn't mean it.

"Reminds me of when he was little." Feli thought as he smiled. "So, big brother, what are you doing here? Did you get into a fight with big brother Spain?"

"What?! Can't I spend time with my stupido younger brother?!"

"O-of course you can-"

"Besides," Lovi cut him off. "You know what tomorrow is. Antonio is excited about it for some stupid reason. The idiota Spaniard is going crazy celebrating such a lame holiday. So, I figure I should see you now since I'll probably be busy doing what he wants me to do. And I wanted you to tell me what you think of these…" His face turned as red as a tomato as he quickly shoved a small paper bag into Feli's hands.

"Tomorrow?" He looked down at the bag and unrolled the flap. A cloud of black smoke somehow wafted up to his face making his senses sting and burn. "Ehh?! What is this? It smells like something even worse than Britain's cooking!" He immediately threw the bag back at Lovino.

"Shut up, damn it! I already know they suck! But I tried hard, you jerk!" He shook the bag in his brother's face. Embarrassed tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wait, what were you trying to make Lovi? I thought you know how to make pasta."

"I do, you imbecile. Those… they are… what I was trying to make were… chocolate baci… Baci Perugina like how that one company does."

"Ehh… You mean the chocolate hazelnut stuff covered with the yummy dark chocolate shell?"

"Of course! What? Were you thinking Baci di Dama? You know that means 'ladies' kisses,' and I'm no girl. What do you think Antonio would say if I were to give him those?"

"I don't think fratello would think about something like that. I mean, you're giving him something called 'kisses' any way… so he'd probably like whichever you choose to give…"

"Damn it! I knew it was a stupid idea! Forget it! I don't want to give that idiot Spaniard anything at all!"

"Wait, Lovi! Does that mean you don't care about Antonio anymore? Do you really not want to share your feelings with him on Valentine's Day? I mean, I know we don't usually make a big deal out of it, but it seems like tomorrow means a lot to him."

Lovino paused and reflected for a moment. "N-no. It's not that. I just… I'm no good at making chocolate baci … I know you can, which is why I'm here. P-please help me make them Feliciano..."

Feli was at a loss for words. It was rare for his brother to say "please" let alone turn to him for help. His pride usually prevented him from seeking assistance from him. Well, more like he would try to do something and when he failed, then others would be forced to help. It was a trait they both shared equally. But this time around was different. Lovino actually wanted to try and cook himself? Behind his angrily embarrassed face and tsundere behavior, he was being earnest with his brother. Again, he smiled at Lovino, proud at him for taking the initiative.

"W-what are you starin' at me like that for, you dumb ass?! You're my brother- you should have offered to help me sooner!" Lovi grabbed his brother by the collar and strangled him. "Don't give me that look! I know you know how to make them!" Though his actions were violent, Feli knew Lovi was just happy.

"O-of course I'll he-lp you, Lo-vi," He managed to choke out as he was waved back and forth.

"Good. Let's get started now." He dropped his brother and went into his kitchen.

"Where do you keep the choco- AHH!" Suddenly a loud crash of pots, pans, and what sounded like spilling dried pasta echoed from the kitchen.

"Vee… It's going to be a long day." The younger Italian thought as he reached for the Alka-Seltzer on the night stand.

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Today was February 13th, the day before the great festival of love. The streets were bustling with last minute shoppers trying to get something special for their loved ones. Regrettably, Ludwig was caught up in the throng of people. Half of him was window shopping in an attempt to find something for Feliciano; the other half was reluctantly travelling to a certain person's house. For the past week Ludwig had been trying to figure out what to do for Feliciano and that person he was seeking today might be able to help him out. All the holiday items displayed in the shop windows were making his head spin and curse at his own hesitancy.

"Why didn't I get him something sooner?! Yet, if I do get him something, I don't want to give him the wrong impression. We're friends, so I should only get him something a friend would give him, right?"

The debate warred in his head since the start of the week and the countdown to the actual day added pressure to do something. However, Ludwig had no clue how to go about it. Usually, he'd read books when he wanted to figure things out, but it proved to be fruitless in occasions that dealt with relationships. His brother, Gilbert, was too busy to meet with him that week since he was overseeing the festivities in the nation. He found it strange that he'd want to take over, but he liked the idea of less work and let the Prussian do as he pleased. Though Honda Kiku was an ally, he was just as emotionally awkward as he was, so asking him for advice didn't really get him anywhere. In the end, after much apologizing on Kiku's part, all Ludwig got out of the conversation was a vague promise that both he and Feli would receive obligatory chocolates. He approached Roderich Edelstein afterward, but was of little help as well. Roderich was wrapped up in his own dilemma composing a well-orchestrated song for some lucky recipient. He did, however, provide one good idea.

"Why don't you talk to Spain? He's the country of passion, isn't he? Maybe he can tell you the secret to preparing a good Valentine's Day." And with that, he was shooed out of the music room.

"Spain, huh?" Germany stood at the door and pondered a bit. While he didn't ask for details, he at least knew that Antonio and Lovino were in a relationship since Feliciano told him. "He must have some form of experience at celebrating a holiday like this one. Right? Well, turning to Spain is better than turning to France. Yet, I barely know the guy… How would we talk about it? How could I start the conversation? Nein! I must stop being a pussy and just go talk to him directly."

He immediately went to the book store and asked the clerk for anything regarding Spain as a country of passion. Unfortunately, the only book the shopkeeper had was about a French traveler experiencing some romance in the country. Though some of the passages were naughty, he learned how truly romantic they could be. Some of the information helped, though did nothing in the way of actually meeting with Antonio. Seeing the Spaniard proved very difficult with the Italian brothers always around. Between daily visits to his own house and numerous "rescue the Italian" operations, Feli left Ludwig with little chance to sneak off to Antonio's place. However, when his little friend passed out from the Jägermeister the night before, he took it as a lucky chance. He was relieved when he woke up early with no trace of another body in his bed.

"Feliciano must have been too drunk and hung-over to come running back. Still, I hope he's all right."

Even though he felt bad about how hung-over Feli most likely was going to be when he woke up, he was glad he was not there. After all, it was the only time allotted to run the errand.

Aside from being physically kept away from Antonio, another issue Ludwig faced was the blatant awkwardness of the whole situation. Dealing with people about personal problems was something he never liked doing. It was always a rare occurrence since he believed in trying to solve his own problems. Besides, the German knew the only thing he and the Spaniard seemed to have in common was those two crazy Italy brothers, and they certainly were not the most ideal common ground to have. Ludwig had nothing against Antonio. He allied himself with his brother, Prussia as well, so it's not like he was untrustworthy. Not quite friends, but not quite enemies. For the most part Ludwig and Antonio were just neutral acquaintances with one another. The hesitancy he felt seemed to run deeper than friendly relations though.

"What is bothering me so much?"

For a usually direct man, this was one problem that made him uncomfortable. Identify the issue. Search for the solution. Apply the remedy. Solve the problem. That was how Ludwig usually worked. However, he couldn't figure out why this particular celebration was throwing him off so badly.

"It is just another stupid holiday. So, why can't I decide what to do for the pathetic Italian? If anything, it's a commonplace ritual, get a gift and give it out. Why can't I just pick a gift and hand it over to Feliciano? Why does it feel so uncomfortable asking Antonio for advice? Why? Why? Why?"

As the German approached the Spaniard's house, his resolve deteriorated, and he walked to the door mechanically like a robot. Sweating profusely and eyes wide in psychotic concentration, he reached for the doorbell and pushed the button.

"Oh scheiße what if Lovino's home?! He'll scream at me right at the door before I even get to see Antonio! Hell, he won't let me see Antonio at all and stand there threatening me. Crap, I hope he doesn't have any grenades on him either. I should have called first!"

A panic immediately swept through him. How did he forget about the other Italian brother being home? He could feel the headache coming. After all the fake courage he mustered, he did not want to fall short on his mission by getting an earful from Feli's grumpy brother. He turned around preparing to leave when suddenly, the door opened revealing Antonio.

"Si?"

Ludwig stopped mid turn and snapped back in place with arms stiffly to his side. He was relieved to find it was just Antonio and took a deep breath to try and calm down.

"H-hola España! I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd come by to see you!"

Spain smiled both awkwardly and warmly as his visitor ended up screamed salutations at him.

"He's still his usual wound up self." He noticed as he looked at the stiff visitor. "I wonder what he's doing here. I doubt he was in the neighborhood, I mean, he'd have to pass by France, and he hates France. I wonder if he's all right. It's a good thing Lovi is not here to cause a fuss either. Eh, he'll probably explain later."

"Hola, Alemania. Would you like to come in and join me for some food? I was just about to take a lunch break."

"O-oh really? I – uh. I didn't mean… Well… j-ja, I would really appreciate it, if it's not too much trouble."

"No problem at all. Actually, I have plenty of food because I was supposed to have lunch with Lovino, but he's disappeared. I'm not sure where he went, though; the perezoso woke up early just to go there – wherever there is. He left a note saying that he needed to do something important today and skipped out on helping me tend the tomatoes this morning. My guess is he's going to his brother. He always does when he leaves the house."

"I see. Well, that's good I suppose, because I know for a fact that Feliciano is at home. I tucked him in myself because he was so drunk last night. I don't think he needed my help getting to bed though. He seems to have a talent for undressing and climbing into bed even when intoxicated. I wish he applied such coordination on the battlefield." Ludwig pondered seriously on the matter for a moment.

Spain blushed and chuckled a little at such revealing information. "En serio? Well, that is Feliciano for you. Lovino is the same way. Though I wish he wasn't as violent when he is drunk. His bites are muy painful." It was Ludwig's turn to blush as he recalled a few risqué lines from the book he picked up earlier that day. He mentally waved off the inappropriate images continually popping into his head.

Ludwig marched in after Antonio and was led to a comfortable dining area on the porch out back. A small table was nicely decorated with a vase of roses and already had a few dishes from the kitchen. Towards one side there was a big pan full of rice, meats, and vegetables. The other side had a big bowl of what looked like seafood soup, and a basket of rolls.

"Sorry there isn't too much variety. For some reason the kitchen was a huge mess when I went in there this morning, so I only made a few things. Throwing things together and letting it cook is easier than making individual dishes. I hope you like paella – oh and I'll bring out some leche flan from yesterday's dinner for dessert."

"This is a few?" Ludwig looked incredulously at the spread. "Ah, no, it was my fault for dropping by unannounced. What you made looks and smells really delicious though."

Antonio pulled up another chair and place setting. It was warm and sunny, though nice and cool under the awning. After taking a seat, Ludwig looked out and was awed by the perfect view of the tomato fields. Colors dazzled under the light; the landscape was lush and full of the sun ripened fruit. It was picturesque and an ideal atmosphere for an easy going lunch. Sitting there with the smell of good food and a welcoming host took off the edge he initially felt.

"Nice, no?" His lunch companion asked as he sat down and offered Germany a beer. "Another few days and I'm going to harvest the crop in the front here." He gestured to the area just ahead of them. "Any way, let's dig in!" Antonio raised his glass in a cheerful toast. A genuine smile came to Ludwig's face and they heartily began munching.

While the siesta was pleasant, it had gone on far longer than anticipated. The duo had been eating, drinking, and making small talk about each of their own respective nations until the late afternoon. Ludwig's dilemma was pressing upon him all the while, but he didn't have the heart to speed up the Spaniard. He recalled reading that siestas do take a while, so he shouldn't have been surprised, though it didn't make the matter any easier. Still, relaxing with Antonio was a nice change of pace that made up for the crazy week. He looked dreamily out into the fields and pictured Feli smiling, waving at him from the far end of the cropping holding a bushel of tomatoes.

"Wouldn't it be nice if Feliciano and Lovino were here too?"

Ludwig was taken aback. Somehow the Spaniard said exactly what was on his mind. "Ja. I'll have to tell Italy to visit you more often. S-speaking of which… do you have anything planned for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Oh, you mean for Valentine's Day? Si, how about you?"

He shook his head. "Actually, I have to admit something. I lied earlier. I woke up early and came here just to see you. See, Roderich told me that you were the 'Country of Passion' and that you'd probably have the best advice to help me out."

"He what?" Antonio's entire face turned bright red like the tomatoes out on the vine. He didn't quite get it, but it didn't feel any less embarrassing. "País de la Pasión?! Where did he get that idea-?"

"You probably have some amazing night planned for you and Lovino, right? Are you going to serenade him with a Spanish ballad? Or tango with him under the stars after a candlelit dinner? Is holding a rose in between your teeth really sexier than just handing over a bouquet? And what about at night? Is it really appropriate to try and seduce your friend into bed when they are drunk-?"

"Whoa! No! Espera un minuto! Wait, where the heck did you hear about such things?!" Antonio laughed, astounded at the mortifying things Ludwig was saying.

"I read it in a book. It was about a French traveler here in Spain."

"French? Who is the author?"

"I don't know. They went by the pen name, F.B."

"F. B., you don't suppose…?"

They both facepalmed in unison. Somewhere in France, Francis Bonnefoy had the urge to laugh out loud for no reason.

"Any way," Ludwig pushed everything he read in the book out of his head. "The point of my visit today was to ask you for advice. I'm having such a hard time figuring out what to get Feliciano for Valentine's Day. I mean, when I think about it, he pretty much has everything that makes him happy already. I don't think I can get anything special for him."

Ludwig's expressions softened as he spoke and something then dawned on Antonio. That frustrated feeling, the blush on his face, the way his voice sounded longingly as he thought about Feli… there was no doubt about it. He recognized Ludwig's feelings well since he felt something similar with Lovino.

"Let me ask you something, mi amigo. Is Valentine's Day all about getting someone a gift?"

"No, but it's popular and customary."

"Right, but like you said, you know Feliciano. In fact, you know he doesn't need expensive things to celebrate a holiday like this. Tomorrow celebrates something more profound and fundamental than that. You can buy gifts for your friends, but is Feliciano just another one of your friends?"

"Just… another… friend?" Ludwig remained silent as he looked at his Spanish friend. Though his smile was endearing, the impact of what Antonio was implying hit him like a bat to a piñata. Realization quickly set in giving him quite a shock. "Or is he something more?" The little man was a handful ever since the first encounter, but the time spent with him proved that he isn't entirely superficial. Simple, yes, but has the capacity to be emotionally deep as well. The majority of his actions and speech are idiotic and lazy, yet, from time to time the mighty heart of Rome that cares deeply and loves easily also shines through. All these factors – all are pieces of the Italian that the German grew to appreciate and love. LOVE. The word itself was foreign. It was hardly used in his daily vocabulary and the idea of it being there now was almost incomprehensible.

"Am I… in love with Feliciano?" He didn't know what to say. His mind and heart raced and he could have sworn he felt sick. For a while he sat silently sifting through memories trying to figure out when or how exactly he came to love the nation to no avail. It struck him like a blitzkrieg and before he knew it, gradually invaded the rest of his territory. Putting the pieces together, it all made sense. He couldn't see him as just an ally or friend. He couldn't find a perfect gift because Feli means so much more than any material item. He couldn't admit any of this to himself until now.

"I-I'm in love? I'm in love?! Mein Gott, now what?" He looked pleadingly at Antonio as if asking for assurance or an answer. The other nation could only provide a sympathetic smile to his look of desperation.

"Feliciano is not just another friend, but what do I do now that I know? How do I go about telling him this?"

Antonio thought for a moment. "When I first realized how I felt about Lovi, I didn't know what to do either. I thought that since he's so hard to please, I should do everything I can to impress him and win his favor. I tried learning about his Italian background and when that didn't work I turned to the advice of others. They had me do so many different and embarrassing things, that I don't even want to repeat." His eye twitched in disgust as he thought of Francis. "Each time though, it seemed like I pushed Lovino further away, and that's when I realized I needed to stop listening to everyone else except for myself and Lovino. I needed to focus on him and what he wanted."

"And how did that work out?"

"He doesn't like showing it, but I think he's happy with the way things are now. Sure, we fight, but he's outspoken and not afraid to tell me what I'm doing wrong. So, I redouble my efforts and try my best to make up and make him happy the next time around. Other people don't notice it, but he's affectionate in certain ways and that makes the abuse all worthwhile." Antonio chuckled a little. "Any way, I think what I'm trying to say is that everyone goes through life in their own way… maybe you can just do things the way you normally would?"

"But that's easier said than done. I've never tried to connect with someone like this before. Why can't there be a guide for something like this? I want to approach this the right way, but there's no perfect way to go about it."

"Of course there isn't. We're countries that are swayed by what happens as a whole. We normally go with the flow with everything that happens, and I think the relationships we form with one another are the same. Why not just do what your instincts say?"

"Well, it's telling me to feed him food and possibly joining him in that Fußball... errr... football game he's so fond of. You know, fútbol, not the one the American's play… Maybe I should create a strategic itinerary for tomorrow where I'll map out the best places to eat and parks to visit."

"Esperar - wait. I think you're on the right path, but I don't think you have to create such an elaborate schedule. You could show him a different side of yourself he hasn't seen, like show him how Germans celebrate Valentine's Day."

"Ja, that does sound promising. Gilbert is handling the preparations, so it will be a nice surprise for me as well."

"Perfecto! I think that sounds like a great plan as well. Feliciano will probably enjoy it too, and somewhere along the way you can tell him how you feel."

Again, Ludwig smiled genuinely. "It could actually work." He stood and shook Antonio's hand. "Danke for listening to my ramblings and giving me advice. You have no idea how much you've helped me today. I promise this conference will stay between the two of us so you don't get yelled at by Lovino. I'll be sure to definitely return the favor as well."

"No hay problema. Don't even worry about it. I'm glad I was able to help you out. I'm rooting for you both. I hope it goes well. Tell me about it the next time you stop by."

"I will. Gracias Espagnia. I better get ready for tomorrow, there is much to do."

"Si. Buena suerte Alemania!" Antonio showed Ludwig to the door and waved happily after him. He felt heartwarmingly happy that he and Ludwig chatted. Not only did it feel like he gained a new best friend, but it fueled his excitement for his own Valentine's date with Lovino.

"I best get ready as well." Whistling a little tune, Antonio skipped off to get ready for tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, back in Feliciano's kitchen, the sounds of dropping utensils, the sizzle and bubbling from the stove, and little shrieks from the two Italians added to the discorded tune that played the entire day. The trash was filled with discarded foodstuff wrappings, and there were several splotches of hardened chocolate randomly on the kitchen wall. The smell of burned chocolate was being fanned out the window as both brothers waved pans frantically trying to get the smoke and smell out the window.

"Fratello, please, let's stop just for tonight." Feliciano whined as the last of the smoke cloud disappeared into the late evening sky. "We haven't even had dinner and we've been cooking all this time." He then dug into his refrigerator took out the ingredients for some pasta and began making a quick dinner for them both. Lovino grabbed the wine, glasses, plates and utensils.

"Easy for you to say, we've been at it all day and haven't made a single batch of baci!"

"Vee… but I haven't fully recovered from my hangover, and something went wrong every time we tried. I didn't think it'd take so long or be this hard."

"It's not my fault that you ran out of chocolate and we had to go to the store to get more."

"But you used up my entire supply and I had several bags."

"What about the hazelnuts? Huh? You should have gotten them de-shelled to begin with."

"But you didn't even open any of them. You made me do all the shelling, fratello."

"As it should be since you were stupid enough to buy the whole ones instead of the ones that weren't. And you should have made a double boiler in the first place before we poured those two bags of chocolate in."

"Si, that was my fault. But you pouring in the water to the melted chocolate ruined that second batch."

"Yeah?! How was I supposed to know that you can't pour water into chocolate to make it more liquid-y?"

"At least we got some moldable chocolate through." They looked at the mini chocolate figurines on the table. Several of them resembled the other nations in the shape of mochi. Others looked like items they both enjoyed, like pasta and pizza. Feliciano happily picked up the one shaped like a tomato and popped it into his brother's mouth. "Though we probably shouldn't have taken a few hours to make and put faces on some of these."

Lovino shrugged. "Eh, it was during lunch time anyway. Not like we were in that much of a hurry."

"Si, but now we're paying for it. It's already late and nothing's been done."

"Well, tempering chocolate takes forever. I'll never get it. I'm too… I'm not good enough to do anything."

The older brother slumped into his chair and plopped his arms on the surface. His tired limbs strung across the work space and his chin rested on the table itself. He pouted unhappily as he took a swig of the wine. He glanced up at Feli through his bangs with a look of complete despair and defeat, which pulled at his own heartstrings. It was fairly alarming to see his brother so mopey. While he didn't prefer the anger, shouting, and blaming, he didn't like this blatantly defeatist brother either. He really was trying hard for Antonio.

"Don't worry Lovi. We'll spend all day tomorrow morning and you will make your own batch of perfectly made baci. I promise you I won't be hung over – and big brother Antonio will love what you make." Feli placed a hand on his brother's shoulder in comfort.

Lovino blushed while trying to hide his face. "Fine, we'll go to bed after dinner then, but I'm setting your alarm early. And I'm going to borrow your phone. Might as well tell the dumb ass where I'll be tonight."


A/N:

Whew! I am done with the fic, but due to story flow and spacing I've decided to upload this into chapters. I originally got the idea for this story in 2012 when I saw an advertisement for Baci Perugina online. It was just an adorable little chocolate treat that seems to suit the Italy brothers, so I figured, make a fic out of that. Ha. I had wanted to debut this story back then too, but I never finished it until now... and it's still late for Valentine's Day. (lazy cry) I'm not an avid writer, and I'm always busy, but I felt like I needed to complete this story. Plus, at the time, this was meant to be a short oneshot, and clearly it is not now. Hahaha! Honestly though, a big shout out to Karuka Ikashi - my motivator and Hetalia lover-in-arms. Her Spamano fics helped shaped this one. Check out her works if you're interested.

I like using their human names a lot, but I'm not gonna lie, it was difficult not calling them by their countries. I'll have to use their country names from now on. I also really like using words in their native languages – it's so fun to hear, but I apologize if that was annoying for you. And I really apologize if the grammar is incorrect. I had used Google translate and prayed that I at least got the message across.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and will consider leaving me your thoughts. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!

Hetalia language lessons:

Dolci: Means "sweet" in Italian.

Baci: Means "kisses" in Italian.

Baci Perugina: An Italian confectionary company sells a candy called Baci or Baci Perugina. Their product includes a dark chocolate shell filled with a whole hazelnut and a chocolate-chopped hazelnut mixture. A love message/quote is written in a small piece of paper and is wrapped with the treat in a blue and silver wrapper. You can find out more about it if you search for it on Wikipedia or Google.

Baci de dama: Means "ladies' kisses" in Italian. It's an aromatic dessert where two hazelnut cookies are sandwiched together with melted chocolate. It supposedly originated from "Tortona, a little town South east of Torino [in northern Italy], and are made with almonds."

Perezoso: "Lazy bum" in Spanish.

En serio?: Spanish for "Oh really?"

Paella: A Spanish rice dish served with saffron, olive oil, various meats, seafood, vegetables, or a mix of all three depending on the type of paella being made.

Leche flan: Custard dessert with soft caramel on top.

País de la Passión: Spanish for "Country of Passion".

Espera un minute: Wait a minute in Spanish.

Fußball: "Soccer" in German. (Pronounced Fooze)

Danke: "Thanks" in German.

No hay problema: "No problem" in Spanish.