A/N
Spain is 20
Romano is 15
Belgium is 18
Sorry for Romano's OOCness
Enjoy!

"Hey, Romano?" Spain's voice echoed through the garden.

"Yeah?" Romano looked up from where she was transplanting tomatoes. "What do you want now?"

Spain peeked around the plants. She looked so cute, with her hands all dirty and the smell of tomatoes wafting through the warm summer air.

He had been trying to ignore these feelings of affection toward her, because they were pretty much siblings.

And he knew they weren't actually related- it was more like they were best friends. And best friends didn't do things like kiss... and stuff...

Spain blushed. He really wished these strange feelings would go away. Romano trusted him as a best friend. He needed to be a friend to her. Not anything else.

Romano waited patiently for Spain to say something. He'd been acting really weird toward her lately. He'd ask for her, then stop, and...

Yup, there was the blush.

Romano's eyes narrowed. It was seriously annoying. She thought they were best friends. Best friends told eachother everything. But every time she asked him, he'd shake his head and change the subject.

Finally Spain spoke again. "Romano?"

"What is it, dammit, just come out and say it."

"Hey- uh- Belgium's coming over soon."

Romano frowned. What?
"Why is that good for nothing bitch coming over? Her own house not good enough?"

"Um... I dunno...?"

In truth, Spain had actually invited her over. He was hoping Belgium might want to hang out with him more- because she was cute, and Spain needed to get his mind off all those seriously weird thoughts about Romano.

Romano knew exactly why Belgium was coming over. She could almost read Spain's mind. She almost hated him for it.

"Um-" Spain awkwardly stepped away. "I'm... gonna go make some snacks..." He needed to get away from Romano. His thoughts were almost projecting themselves into the air. And that really wouldn't do.

He backed away, not quick enough to be rude, but fast enough.

Romano shook her head. She began digging away at the dirt again, perhaps a little harder then was strictly necessary.
Why couldn't Spain see? She really liked him. Why was he inviting Belgium over when he had her? She felt like yelling at him. He was such a fucking blockhead!

"Romano!" Spain called a little while later. "Belgium's here!"

"Don't know why you need me..." Romano muttered as she dusted herself off. "Stupid, fucking idiots..." At least she'd planted all the tomatoes.

Belgium sat at the kitchen island, in Romano's usual seat. Her short blonde hair looked nice with the shiny red ribbon.

Romano scowled as she walked in. Why did Spain like Belgium so much?

Spain frowned. Was Romano mad?

"Hi Lovina!" Belgium said brightly, before the silence got too long.

"Hello Bella." Romano smiled politely. She turned to Spain. "I don't feel well- so I'm going to skip dinner."

Spain frowned. She didn't look sick. Did he do something wrong by inviting Belgium over?

"Go ahead" Spain answered. "Do you want some water or something?"

"No, just leave me alone." Romano glared at the two of them. "Have fun with the bitch" she muttered under her breath.

She ran upstairs.

When she was safely in her room with the door locked, she flopped on her bed. What was going on? Best friends were supposed to be happy when something like this happened. Why was she feeling jealous like this? Belgium wasn't even that bad.

Maybe... Just maybe...

Did Romano want Spain to be more then a friend?

Of course not.

Did she?

She allowed her mind to explore this possible option. She'd never really thought about it before. Did she... Did she LOVE Spain?

Maybe she did. She certainly loved him as a friend. But this was totally different.

She thought about Prussia and Hungary. How they spent all their time together, fighting and laughing and having fun. No doubt about it, they were in love. Practically married. She smirked. Hungary and Prussia, married.

But was that what being a couple meant? Having fun, laughing together, sometimes getting mad?

Her thoughts turned to her and Spain. The way they worked together in the gardens, the way Spain smiled at her, the way they snuggled together on the sofa when they were watching Doctor Who.

But best friends did that, right?

But were the feelings Romano had toward Spain the way best friends felt? The way her heart grew warm when he held her hand, or when they sat together on the sofa. The way she smiled when he smiled.

Was it love? Not best-friend love, but real love?

But the real question was: did he feel the same way?

Apparently not- as he was going out with that bitch Belgium now.

What was she going to do?

-

A few hours later, there was a quiet knock on her door.

"Yeah?" Romano asked

"Can I come in?" Spain asked.

"I suppose." Romano sat up.

So he did, and sat on the edge of her bed.

"I have something to ask you" he said quietly.

Romano sighed. "What is it?"

"We're best friends, right?"

"Uh... Yeah. Obviously."

He smiled- but there was more, Romano could tell.

"I was thinking about this a lot tonight." Spain began. "After Belgium left I kept thinking about you."

She stared. What?

"Are we just friends?" Spain asked her.

It took a bit before she realized he was waiting for an answer.

"I..." She started again. "I don't know. We say we're best friends, but we don't exactly act like it, do we? I guess we act like a couple."

Spain smiled. "That's what I was wondering."

Romano nodded. "We do almost everything together. We laugh, we hold hands, we hug all the time. We watch movies and snuggle."

"So we are a couple, aren't we?"

Romano blushed. "Are we?"

"After Belgium left I kept thinking about... Us..."

"Us?"

"Yeah. Like, what are we going to do?" Spain took a breath. It was time for his confession. "I really like you Romano. I can't see anyone in my future but you. I don't know how you feel, but I want you and me to be something more then just best friends. I love you, Romano."

Romano was astounded. Suddenly it all made sense. The random way Spain would just stare at her, those annoying blushes. The way he'd stare into space sometimes, right after they'd finish talking.

He loved her. Wasn't this what she wanted?

It was.

Romano's cheeks grew red. "I-" She tried to put her thoughts in order. "That is- that's how I feel too."

Spain's eyes grew wide. "Seriously? Really?"

Romano could have laughed at the face he was making. She almost did, but then realized it probably wouldn't have been the best moment for meanness. So she smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

Spain reached out and took her hand. "In that case- I have another confession to make."

Romano's breath hitched. Was it what she thought? She looked into Spain's green eyes.

Spain leaned closer. "I've been thinking about doing this for a long time..."He closed the distance and placed a small kiss on her lips.

That was all? Romano felt a little disappointed.

Spain frowned. "Weird."

Romano scowled. "What now?"

"That was even better then I thought."

Romano smiled. She leaned forward for more. This time the kiss wasn't so small.

When they finally stopped for air, Spain dragged her into his lap for a hug. "I think this works perfectally, don't you?"

In answer, Romano just pressed her lips to his.