Theme 86 ice

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Romano glared down at the white shoes adorning his feet, cursing the long sharp blade connected to the sole. Why had he agreed to do this again? Oh yeah, cuz of Feli's damn puppy dog eyes, he could never say no to them. His brother had insisted that they go iceskating. Already he didn't want to go, he didn't know how to ice-skate, and then he had found out that Feli had invited that damn potato bastard and the idiot Spain. So naturally he had tried to refuse, but his stupid brother widened his eyes and jutted out his bottom lip and Romano couldn't say no.

"Romano, are you excited?" An overly cheery voice asked him. No he wasn't excited, he was freaking terrified. But he couldn't tell Spain that. The stupid tomato bastard would laugh at him telling him how cute he was. This would cause Romano to blush a deep red, and in turn Spain would laugh some more, claiming Romano looked just like a tomato. "Whatever," he muttered trying to avoid eye contact with the overly excitable Spaniard. "Let's go Lovi!" He yanked up the smaller nation and Romano already almost lost his balance. He yelped clutching at Spain's shirt trying to not fall over. "Oh mi tomate! You're so cute!" Growling Romano let go trying to balance on the thin blade. Somehow he managed to maneuver himself from the benches to the edge of the skate rink where the entrance to the ice was.

His eyes scanned over the crowd until they found his brother who was with the potato bastard. He knew his brother could skate, Feli had told him about the many times that the crazy chick Hungary had taken him, but yet there he was, pretending he couldn't just so the stupid German would hold him. A lot of people though that Feliciano was stupid, but he was far from it, he was simply a bit absentminded.

"Romano are you ready!" He was pulled out of his thought and he looked up nervously at Spain, "Uh, yeah, why don't you go first?" He stepped aside making room for the older nation to walk by. Spain raised his eyebrows suspiciously but smile and nodded, "whatever you say Lovi!" He stepped past Romano and glided gracefully onto the ice. Spain was a few feet feet into the rink when he realized Romano wasn't following him. "Whatcha waiting for Lovi?" Romano realizing that there was no way out of this reluctantly stepped forward onto the ice.

The result was almost immediate, he slipped around a bit trying to stay standing but in the end lost and fell face forward. "Lovi!" Spain cried running skating quickly over to the fallen nation. Romano groaned as he pushed himself up grumbling in annoyance. Spain reached down and helped the country to his feet only to have the same result as before. Kneeling down Spain giggled a bit, "Lovi, do you not know how to skate?" Romano felt his face heat up and that just made the Spaniard's giggles increase. "Oh you look so cute! Just like a little tomato!" He squealed, gaining the attention of other people including Feli and the stupid potato bastard. "Shut up idiot! Other people are staring." Romano hissed through clenched teeth. "Oh Romano it's fine, I'll teach you to skate." This just made Romano blush even more. He didn't need that stupid tomato bastard helping him with anything.

After three more failed attempts that all resulted in him on the ground, he finally gave in and allowed the older nation to help him. "It's super easy Romano, all you have to do is move your feet like this. He demonstrated the motions and the held out his hand for Romano, "here, you can hold onto me." Romano's cheeks flamed and he turned around and banged his head against the wall of the rink. Spain just grabbed Romano and pulled a little so they were facing the same direction. "Ready Lovi?" Hesitantly Romano made the motions that Spain had demonstrated and slowly but surely he got the hang of it.

The first time Spain let go Romano went crashing to the ground. But he got more and more used to it and by the end of the night he easily skated around the rink without holding onto anything. Sometimes Spain would skate next to him and sometimes Feli would but for the most part he skated by himself just enjoying the crisp air. With five minutes before the rink closed Romani walked up to Spain, Feli and Germany had gone home when Feliciano had claimed he was tired. Spain raised his Hebrews at the shorter nation, "Yes Romano, anything you want to ask me?" Said nation glared icily at the Spaniard and muttered, "Just hold be bastard." And he did, the two skated around the rink, Spain's arms wrapped tightly around Romano. When it was time for them to leave Romano looked up a blush already present and pecked Spain on the cheek before gliding away as fast as he could.

Spain followed closely behind, having more experience he reached Romano in no time wrapped his arms around his waist and spun him around lightly pressing their lips together. When they pulled apart it was Spain who ran away narrowly dodging one of Romano's punches.

Stupid tomato bastard, Romano thought. But still he couldn't deny that this had been one of the best nights of his life.

AN: Chapter 2 yay. Sorry for the crappy ending. I'm not going to make this long so, review, follow, favorite, and all that crap or don't. Hope you enjoyed

Yours truly,

Poisoned Pink