Romano wished that she did not stir up the level of emotion in him.
Mainly because then his face turned a bright red all too similar to a favorite fruit of his, which would lead to Spain teasing him about it and him being forced to punch the idiotic airhead.
Ok, so that last part he didn't mind. He loved excuses to punch his moron of a best friend.
What he did mind, however, was the fact that he did not want Belgium to find out he liked her. He was fairly certain he would die of embarrassment if she found out.
It was actually at times like this when he was grateful Spain was his best friend; the man was so oblivious to everything except what went on in his puny brain that he hadn't figured out Romano's secret yet.
Now, if he was best friends with, say, France (which was about as likely to happen as his brother giving up pasta), not only would his crush have been figured out, but the entire world would know about it.
Yup, he was definitely glad to have Spain for a best friend.
Of course, it also came with the downside that Spain could not read the atmosphere to save his life (a trait Romano was certain all idiots had, since his brother and America couldn't either), so he had to worry about Spain making a passing comment to Belgium that could accidentally reveal his secret to the beautiful woman.
Like right this very second, for instance.
"Hey, Roma, your face is really red. Did you notice that it only ever happens around-?"
Spain is immediately cut off then by Romano's fist having a meeting with the Spaniard's stomach. "Sh-shut up, Spain!"
"Ow, Roma, that's mean! You shouldn't punch Boss like that!"
Belgium laughs, and Romano can feel his face go up another shade on the scale of redness. Dang it, her laugh is too adorable.
"So, Romano," she says as Spain continues to whine in the background. "Would you and Spain like to join my brother and me for some ice cream?"
Romano nods, just barely, because he knows that talking is too much of a chore right now. Again, he can feel his face sliding up on the redness scale when she claps her hands together in delight.
Gosh dang it, why is this woman so cute?
"Gracias, Romano!" She exclaims, smiling brightly.
And then she does something that completely catches the Italian nation off guard: skipping over and lightly pecking him on the check.
That, in all honesty, is the last thing Romano remembers before he suddenly feels his head collide with what feels like the tile floor, the world going black as he hears two worried voices call his name.
Curse these stupid emotions.