AO: This next oneshot is for virelay. I've decided to go with Spain and Romano, because the Italy brothers are already technically married right? Maybe I'm just crazy… I'll end up having to write it anyway. *sigh* I enjoy writing stories for people, makes me feel like a maid. Yes, Master!

Who can resist a cute little chibi? More importantly, one with an attitude. Well, there's this one little specific chibi I'm talking about, and that's a little someone named Romano. But not so little anymore, Romano's grown up. Naturally, Romano's caretaker has been there for him always. Sticking with him was the natural thing to do, Romano was just too cute for his own good. Practically the very day Spain laid his eyes on little Romano, it was his destiny to be together… forever.

In 2005, it was cleared in Spain okay for men to marry. Spain, of course, jumped at this chance to propose. After a few months of running away from himself, Romano choked it all down and said yes, knowing that he should've said yes from the start. He knew he wanted to.

On the day of the wedding, something was wrong though. Romano was running a little bit late. Spain called him.

"Where are you?"

"Dammit, this is all your fault. You sick bastard."

"What…?"

"Come on, didn't you have enough of it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Shuttup! Shit…"

Romano then hung up. Spain closed his phone without having a clue of what he could have possibly meant. 2 minutes later though, he completely understood.

Spain looked up, and then the "crowd" did too. Gasps and whispers broke out throughout the attendees. Spain was too speechless to say anything. Romano stood there wearing his old maid costume (of course fitted to his size now…). His entire face gusted red, as he mumbled, "Dammit… Spain… you bastard…"

He walked down the aisle as the music played. Flashes from camera phones blinded him, but he managed to get to the end without tripping. He had had years of practicing.

Spain leaned over and asked, "What…?"

Romano jumped in surprise. "You should know! You're lucky for me to even consider saying 'I do.'"

"Aw, c'mon. You love me, right?"

"Yeah. I love you."

The ceremony continued on. Whimpers could be heard in the back from North Italy crying softly. No one knew why… It's okay though, because it broke up the silence.

The man in the front himself even seemed bored. Then he said, "You may now kiss the… bride?"

Spain and Romano looked at each other blushing. They'd kissed before, but that was when Romano was a cute little chibi-thing. Memories and flashbacks drifted through their minds quickly, but Spain looked into Romano's eyes and saw the ruffles of his dress out of the corner of his eye. He leaned in and they kissed. Everybody cheered, although North Italy's cries could still be heard.

The after party wasn't much, they passed out the cake (completely compiled of tomatos) and Prussia got so drunk that Germany had to take him home to prevent him from raping any little childs.

After that, Spain and Romano went home and you can imagine what happened next.