A/n: Hello everyone~! I'm sorry if this isn't the best quality - whenever I even attempted to write about Hetalia, it was mostly USUK or Spamano. It is my first time ever attempting at SpaBel, or writing about Belgium as the centerpiece actually. Oh well, I hope you like my interpretation of Belgium. I didn't see her too often in the webcomic or anime, so I just assumed her as a friendly, rather talkative but nosy sister that also knows how to act sisterly and mature. Tell me if any characters are off character. Danke~!
I got this idea from merely looking out my window and seeing the stupid rain. That stupid rain. It's been raining in my area for about 3 days straight, and I don't even live in England! /shot for such a lame joke
Anyways, once again, sorry for the rambling and I hope you'll enjoy! Thank you for even taking the time to read this~!
Summary: Belgium was always besides Spain. She was always there when he needed a shoulder to cry on. But even Belgium could see the painstakingly obvious infatuation Spain had - and it wasn't her.
Warning: May be a little confusing in time wise, so I tried to put the past in italics and all. Oh, and for the actual warning... uhh beware of Romano's dirty mouth.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, or the game Seven Minutes in Heaven.
"Everyone get over here! We're playing a game and no one's allowed to disagree with me!"
With that, Belgium stood up from the chair, putting down her drink and smiling at her brother. "Let's go Abel."
Netherlands shook his head, seeming unwilling to stand up and leave. He was staring intently at his cup, the black coffee still hot and the steam clouding the air around it. "Not if Spain's there."
Belgium shook her head, refusing to take no as an answer. She leaped over to her brother and started to drag him to the living room, where a crowd had formed. In the inside of the circle was Spain, apparently talking to France while Romano was shouting. Italy was jumping up and down the living room couch, unaware of all that was happening and seemingly more interested in rambling about pasta as usual while Germany's hand found his forehead once again.
Everything seemed so calm, despite the yelling. It was as if the world had truly found their world peace. Of course, England and France would probably never stop bickering, and Cuba would probably hate America until the Earth's end, but it was a nice start to see everyone laughing.
"Hey, Belgium, put in an item!" America yelled, and Belgium blinked in surprise, wondering how America had maneuvered quickly through the crowd. The black-rimmed hat America was holding out was already half full.
"Sorry America, I don't have anything!" Belgium said, laughing at the distraught look she received. "I really don't. I'm sorry."
"No, you have to have something!" America whined back, and Belgium shook her head. America pointed to a pocket on her dress. "You have a pocket! It has to have something!"
Bulls-eye. Belgium backed up. "No America, I'm sorry, I can't put that in."
"Why not Belgium?" America said, pouting. "Please?"
Belgium took another step back. She was rather reluctant to. But that look America was giving her... she didn't want to make anyone feel so bad on such a jolly day. Hesitating, she reached inside her pocket, feeling the metal against her finger. "Will I get this back?"
America nodded, looking solemn in his promise. "Of course! I'll give it back to you as soon as someone picks it out! I promise; after all, no one's going to steal it you know!"
With a such a friendly smile like that, Belgium really couldn't refuse. She smiled and took the waffle charm from the pocket of her dress, putting it gently on the hat. She frowned when America carelessly shook the hat and skipped over to her brother. But that charm is precious to me...
"Why such a sudden rainfall?" Belgium groaned, putting a hand up to cover her hair. She usually didn't care too much for her hair, but she had tried hard this time to keep it neat and pretty. The rain was already starting to make it puff up, and she frowned.
"It's just a slight drizzle!" Spain said, laughing until a raindrop entered his mouth. His brown curls remained perfectly in place, even bouncing slightly as he laughed.
"I suppose so," Belgium said, laughing along. "But I really wish I wouldn't get wet."
Spain laughed, a smile on his face as he took off his jacket. "Here! Put it over your head Bella."
Belgium blushed. "I- I couldn't!"
Spain, oblivious, continued on. "Of course you can! See, you're already turning red from the cold. You don't have to put it on; it's wet so that wouldn't be any good. At least hold it over your head to keep the rain off."
Spain had that happy but stubborn look on his face, and Belgium knew she couldn't win against that. Sighing and pretending to be upset, she put it over her head, while in truth her heart was threatening to jump out of her chest. "Okay, muchos gracias, mi amigo."
And so, they started walking like that, laughing and cracking light jokes despite the rain. But as time passed, the drizzle grew into a steady raindrop, and grew stronger and stronger until they were forced to find shelter, both drenched and dripping with rain.
"This is such a cute shop!" Spain remarked upon entering a jewelry store, shaking the water off of him. "Let's look around for a while!"
Belgium nodded, knowing that there was nothing else she could do. Instead of looking at the earrings or even the bracelets, she walked over to the corner where an assortment of charms lay. They all glistened against the shop's interior light. Around the charms were bracelets, and many women were already busy fawning over the beauty of it.
Belgium looked at the charms from afar, looking contentedly until one caught her eye. "Excuse me," she said, pushing through the throng of women.
She picked up the small, but not miniature waffle charm in her hand. "How cute! I didn't know they made stuff like this!"
"Do you like it Bella?"
Belgium turned around to find Antonio looking at her interestedly, and she nodded. "Yes, it's actually my first time seeing a waffle charm of all things. It's a very pretty golden shade as well." With that, she looked at the tiny price tag. "But so expensive!"
"Would you like it?"
Belgium nodded, not knowing where it was going. "Yes, very much so. But I fear that despite my economy being okay, it is not the best or the wisest idea to waste it on something like this."
Spain grinned, and Belgium felt warmth lurch through her body, one that appeared every time she saw the friendly, loving smile "I'll spend it then."
"Wait, no, it's too expensive! That's complete gold!"
But Spain was already making his way to the counter. The woman at the counter smiled at him. "Is that for your girlfriend?"
"It's actually for a very close friend of mine, yup!" Spain said, and Belgium was unable to stop a smile from spreading over her face as Spain dropped the golden waffle in her hand and winked at her.
An hour or two passed, and Belgium giggled slightly as Romano picked Germany and started yelling at the top of his lungs, having to be dragged into the closet.
"I told you all that I fucking didn't want to play this game, you fucking bastards! Especially with that - that, lousy, horrible, potato bastard! Let go of me! Ah! Wait, don't come near me fucking fuckface! One more step, and I'll kill you wine bastard!"
But France did approach Romano in the end, delivering the final push into the closet. America laughed at his misery, as Romano banged on the closet. Belgium could swear that she heard Germany slap his forehead in exasperation.
"Meanwhile, let's not forget that there are three closets! Once that one empties out, we'll be putting in someone else, so don't you dare relax yet!" America sang, having come out of the closet Romano had been forced into with, his lip still swollen. As if on cue, France opened the first closet's door, and out tumbled out a blushing Canada and a laughing Prussia, who seemed slightly annoyed but insistent on calling himself awesome.
"Hey, hey, France, that's all good but that was still so unawesome!" Prussia protested, before grabbing Canada's arm and dragging him to a couch.
Meanwhile, America gazed around the room, searching for his next victim. Belgium felt his eyes on her and tensed up. No, no America, not me.
But America started walking and Belgium flinched, but let out a breath when America turned around and shoved the hat in Spain's face instead. Then she tensed up again. Not good. Not good.
Belgium swiveled around to see Antonio gleefully feeling the inside of the hat, before gasping and pulling his hand out. Apparently, he had been cut.
America raised his eyebrows. "Dude, was there a knife in there?"
Spain nodded, grimacing slightly in pain. The blood had trickled onto his green trousers. He smiled nevertheless and opened his hand to reveal a small object on his hand. It was gold.
"Who put gold in here? Wait..."
Spain looked at Belgium, with something resembling hurt. "Belgium, is this yours?"
Belgium nodded, and stood up, silently making her way to the closet. She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or sad, and she didn't even know if Spain fully comprehended the rules of the game yet. Casting a quick look back, and seeing her golden waffle tinged slightly with Spain's blood, she sighed. "Let's go Spain."
"Belgium?"
Belgium looked up into Spain's green eyes. Usually they looked bright green, resembling freshly picked grapes or of the such, but now his eyes were dulled with sadness. Belgium found them attractive nonetheless, but she still felt worried.
"Spain? What's wrong?"
"Why did you put that in there? There was a knife in there. Who knows what else. That could have gotten scratched. My blood's already on it."
Belgium flinched, nodding. She hadn't wanted to put it in either. She frowned, before something similar to rage filled her. She didn't know why she was upset. Maybe it was the pent up frustration over the years.
"What does it matter to you?" she snapped, losing her naturally kind voice and tone.
"I bought it for you."
"So? That doesn't matter to you. Nothing matters to you besides Romano."
A hot blush crept on Belgium's face, unbelieving that she had said such a thing. This had only happened once in the past, and it had been embarrassing. Embarrassing beyond imagination.
Her whole body flushed, and she tucked her face in, crouching into a ball, heat radiating off of her face. She couldn't believe she had said such a thing. God, no. What's wrong with me today?
"Romano? Romano!" Spain cried, freezing in his attacks as he saw the small child dangling in England's hands. Belgium stood silently, watching as the nation cried out in worry and fear.
"Are you still willing to shoot me?" England asked, smirking. "I also seem to have your beautiful friend here."
Spain snapped out of his daze, finally turning his glance towards Belgium. "Ah, Belgium!"
Belgium didn't know how to react. But despite being in such a position, she felt envy and jealousy traveling to her head, and her cheeks slightly coloring red from the frustration. It was one of the times where she should have kept her usual composure, and smiled it off, or told Spain to fire and protect Romano. But no, she lost it, and felt anger towards Spain and his small little brother.
"Don't act so worried," she said coldly. "You shouldn't care anyways."
Belgium felt her mind battling. Part of her was screaming at her to cut the act off. But it had been at least a century since she had harbored the feelings, and she had lost to Netherlands before in the past, and now to a little kid. A little kid.
"What are you talking about Belgium?" Spain asked. His eyes turned again to Romano. "Ah, Romano! Romano! Let go of him England!"
Enough. "See! Nothing matters to you besides Romano!"
Spain's eyes snapped back to Belgium, and she felt a hot blush creeping up to her face. Ah, so the jealous side had won over. Ignoring the green stare, she turned over to England and kicked his stomach, not giving Spain time to comprehend what had happened. Swallowing back her embarrassment, she turned and looked at him. "Fire."
England was already getting up from the ground, going towards Romano when Spain fired. And England was hit and sent flying back, hitting the pirate ship's mast.
And with that, Belgium grabbed Romano and ran towards one of the smaller rowboats, riding off before Spain could say anything.
"Belgium?"
"What?" Belgium asked, the blush still on her face as she curled up into a smaller ball.
"Look up, please."
Belgium risked a glance up, to find Spain basically towering over her. Her face grew hotter, and her ball formation disappeared as she backed up. "W- what is it Spain?"
Looking closely, she could see a hint of amusement in Spain's eyes. And for once I thought he was being serious, Belgium thought, mouth forming into a frown as her blush disappeared.
"I think it should be painfully obvious by now."
"What is?" he asked, amusement still reflecting in his eyes. He was being serious, but not serious. Belgium found it hard to describe- it was a side of Spain most people didn't know. Most people saw him as the innocent, completely oblivious idiot. But Belgium knew that Spain knew what she was implying.
"Everything. Why else would I have stayed with you after seeing your dark side, and even walking on you raping England? Why would I have stayed with you when you basically puked on me after coming back from drinking like an idiot when your economy grew worse? Why else would I have put up with you crying on me about how Romano refused your proposal? Like it or not, despite you loving Romano, I- I love you!"
Spain looked dumbfounded. "Ah, I'm sorry Belgium."
"It's fine," Belgium mumbled, blinking back her tears and trying to force another catlike smile on her face, failing and looking miserable. "I'm sorry for shouting at you. I'm sor-"
Belgium was cut off when Spain's lips abruptly clashed onto hers. The tears slid down her cheeks as she kissed back, feeling Spain deepen it.
"I'm sorry Bella. I love you too."
"I don't believe that! Not at all. Last time you were all over crying about how Romano rejected you."
Spain blushed, and scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I- I may have not loved you for centuries, but I still love you!"
"How long?" Belgium asked, a smile spreading across her face. She found herself in awe as she realized how quickly she cheered up.
"I'm sorry..." he scratched his head again and stared at the ground. "50?"
Belgium leaned in and gave Spain a quick peck. "EspaƱa, I don't care how long you loved me. No need to look so guilty. After all, you're the country of passion, right?"
Spain nodded, mouth agape and face slightly pink. And this was how France had discovered the two, as Belgium flipped her head at the last second to shout cheese to the camera that flashed at her.
A/n: My first review~! Thank you! Oh, and thank you to everyone who bothered to follow this. I feel so glad to be appreciated, even though the introduction (?) was only about 1,000 words or so. Hopefully, this satisfies those who followed. Danke~!
Oh, and for the next chapter, it's going to be Iceland x Norway. I actually tried to randomize it, but the pairing machine gave me Iceland as a choice only 1/30 times, and I got kinda upset of getting ridiculous ones like "Iceland x Chibitalia" or "Iceland x Germany", so in the end I just typed up "Iceland pairings" and did the "I'm feeling lucky" thing for Google. Please tell me if you don't like it though.
Oh, and it seemed like my Word might have deleted some words while I was putting this on, because the word count was different... and I can't tell which one it is. So if any one sees a mistake, please, tell me about how horrible I am. XD
