AMERICA P.O.V
America was bored.
The world meeting had been going on for 8 hours now, starting at 6am, with a half hour lunch break. He had yet to fall asleep because every time he closed his eyes, England would hit him in the back of the head and he would be woken from his almost-asleep state. He decided he needed something to do, so he decided to look around the room and find a good-looking nation to talk to.
Currently taking was Greece, who was talking about his economic issues. America wasn't stupid, he knew about what was happening, he just chose to ignore it. Anyways, beside him was England, who was currently slapping away France's wandering hands. Beside France was an empty seat, but America almost thought he could see someone sitting there, no must be his mind playing tricks. Beside the empty chair was Russia, China, Japan, Germany, Italy, and oh, who was that?
He looked like Italy, but had darker hair, and scowling. His olive-green eyes, glazed over as he idly twirled his pen on his long nimble fingers. He was definitely not a bad looking nation at all. America decided he would try to get his attention and talk to him after the meeting, but he had to get his attention now, hmm maybe he should just stare at him until he noticed him.
ROMANO P.O.V
"Oh shit! He's staring at me! Shit Romano, act cool, Act cool!"
That's right, Romano had secretly been in love with America for about 4 months now. It all started during their last meeting, when America was running down the hall and knocked over Romano. It had been love at first side when America helped him up.
Anyways.
Now that his crush as intently staring at him, Romano tried his best to act cool, but only succeeded with blushing a bright red.
"Romaaaa~ You look like tomatooooo!" Cooed Spain.
"Tomato Bastard!"
Ok, so maybe that didn't go quite as planned, until he noticed that America was still staring, now with a smirk on his face. Romano blushed even harder and buried his face in his arms.