Hey mis aimgos! Was extremely happy whe Spain won the EURO 2012 Cup! Wrote this for celebration! There's going to be more of course and alot of smut in next chapter I should think, but the whole story shouldn't be long and sorry about the shortness of this chapter, but like I said, this shan't be long! I'm a bit late on uploading for Spain's victory but oh well, better late than never!

They had so nearly ran out of time. The match would be over any minute - it had already been extended by three minutes. It was 4-0, there was no way they could win now. Romano knew this yet he put so much effort into every move he made, the sheer thought of scoring atleast one goal pushing him forwards. He tore down the pitch desperately chasing after the ball in vain. One Spanish player slid the ball into the six-yard box from the left. He watched his ultimate rival in this game, Spain, attempt a Lee Sharpien back heel towards the goal where his Brother was.
Come on, Veneziano, come on. Don't let us be humiliated even more!

As if hearing the prayer in his older brother's head, Italy blocked the ball and kicked it away. Spain however, did not seem bothered as he jogged along the pitch, a cheeky grin across his face as his green eyes sparkled. The match continued for a little longer, Romano's attempts to score having no avail when the match was suddenly over. Spain's team were cheering and the crowd was roaring whereas the Italians were glum-faced, some crying. Well, all except one.

"Hey, hey, Fratello! We did it!" The cheery Italian bounded up to Romano, who looked just as miserable, and placed his hands on his shoulders, bouncing up and down with huge smile spread across his face.
"What the fuck? We lost, idiota!" Romano was shocked his little brother could be so stupid; it was obvious they had lost!
"No we didn't! We came second!"
Romano sighed as he looked into Italy's lit up eyes and made an effort not to be infected with his enthusiasm.
"But we lost against those Spanish Bastards! Che palle!"
Italy stopped bouncing but still had a smile plastered across his face.
"That doesn't matter! At least we got to have fun!" It was so cheesy and cliché Romano almost laughed. Almost.
The other Italian footballers looked just as glum as Romano.
How much of an idiot is he? Romano thought. But he was used to his little brother and knew there was no point in arguing and just sighed.
"Come on, let's go get changed." He told the Italian team who nodded with heart-broken faces, except for Italy of course who was waving enthusiastically at someone in the crowd.

As the Italian team walked off the pitch, Romano looked back over his shoulder at the celebrating Spanish team, Spain seeming the most happy. He'd been lifted up on the shoulders of a couple of other Spanish players and hoisted the cup high in the air as the red and yellow sea of people in the seats behind them roared. Spain had the hugest smile on his face which, although Romano would and will never admit it, was gorgeous.
Stupid Bastard, Romano thought as he continued to watch them celebrate, You could at least smile at me too, damnit!
As if he could read his mind, Spain's gaze turned to Romano who blushed as he directed his shining smile at him. He took one hand off the cup he held and waved. Romano looked away and hurried off the pitch with his head down. Stupid bastard, he thought again.
In the changing rooms, Italy rushed through the shower and pulled his normal clothes back on so fast that Romano had only just got his kit off and was about to head in the showers.

"Fratello~~!"

Italy ran across the changing room and caught Romano's arm and pulled him into a hug before he could walk into the shower cubicle. Romano was only wearing a small white towel wrapped around his waist and the sudden force that Italy had used to hug his older brother nearly made it drop off and was still in danger of doing so.
"G-get off, stupido!" He yelled, causing the other players to glance over until the realised it was just one of Italy's famous (Or infamous for other people) bear hugs.

Romano secured the knot holding his towel up and then asked,
"Why are you already dressed?"
"Oh, Germany was watching and he promised to take me out for pasta afterwards as a reward for getting so far!"
Now Romano was even more pissed off. The potato-bastard had been watching? When they had beaten him in the match before this Romano had felt so elated that he'd taken the bastard down that he'd practically been screaming when they won. But now he had seen them lose it made him feel stupid in the German's eyes and extremely frustrated.
"Well, that's just fucking great!" He snapped sarcastically.
Italy however didn't spot the sarcasm and and nodded.

"Yup! Ciao, I'm going now!" And with that the bouncy Italian sped out of the changing room to meet the blonde haired German waiting for him.
Romano growled at his brother's 'stupidity' and walked into the shower cubicle, slamming the door behind him. He didn't bother looking like it as no one was going to make the mistake of accidently blundering in on this thoroughly pissed of man.
Romano spent ages in the shower. The hot water felt so nice running down his body after the sheer energy and disapointment spent on today. He tilted his head up towards the running water and closed his eyes, feeling the liquid run across his face. The heat was just bearable enough to feel fucking fantastic. Steam had filled the cubicle by this point - Romano had been in there for about thirty-five minutes. All the other footballers had left, leaving Romano alone in the changing room, or so he thought.

Well hope you liked it and ever so sorry if you didn't! Please don't leave too many mean reviews though! Sorry about any inaccurate stuff about the football, I haven't watched much of the match, just highlights (Although I love hearing the results, I'm not much a football fan!)

Fratello - Brother
Idiota - Idiot
Che Palle - That sucks
Stupido - Stupid
Ciao - Bye (Or Hi)

Will hopefully be uploading next chapter soon!