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Our Secret.

Asking To Come Over.

Romano tapped his fingers on the table, Belgium sighing as she played around with the Italians hair. Hearing people talk around them. They were at a Pizza shop, waiting for their pizza to be made.

Today was one of those days that they'd get together and have a movie night. It was Romano's turn to have it at his and Feli's house. Knowing his brother was staying at the German's house, he didn't mind. He was glad that at least they'll be able to watch the movie in the living room. Cleaning your bed full of crumbs and stains can get annoying when you're sleepy.

It has been two weeks since the accident with Spain happened. Romano didn't tell Belgium who it was. Only saying that it was a random guy. Belgium believed him, considering that she knew he was gay. He didn't pay attention to his brothers reaction.

Lovino felt terrible after answering Emma's question. But, at least it was half of the truth. He wasn't lying to her completely. That feeling went away as the day went by.

With the whole Spain shit, that was different. Every since that day, he'll have those images flash though his mind. Like as if his brain didn't want him to forget about what happened. He'll close his eyes and it felt like Spain was there. Doing those things to him again. Which made Romano want to smack his damn brain.

To top the whole thing off, Antonio started to call him everyday. Lovino wouldn't pick up, not wanting to hear his voice. Because he knew what the spaniard would want to talk to him about. Or ask for a repeat of that night.

Which will never happen because he's going to be Emma's soon-to-be-boyfriend. When she gets the guts to ask him out. Just because of something that happened on-twice. It shouldn't ruin the chances of those two being together.

"Order up!" The Italian man shouted, having a box of pizza on the counter in front of him. Emma skipped towards the man, Lovino right behind her. Emma thanked the man and Lovino paid. Both were walking towards the Italians house, which was only a block or two away.

Belgium held the pizza in her hands. Mumbling out how much she wanted to eat it now. Romano was behind her. Watching the way her brown hair slightly bounced every time she walked. Her skinny figure, and small waist. Making her have that type of hourglass shape. And her breast were a good size for her. Her body was perfect. Anyone would want her.

Even Spain..- Which is fucking good! Then she'll finally date him.

After all those years, he was used to the pain. The pain of being chosen second. Being named the useless, lazy, asshole Italian that people still can't enjoy to be with. The he-should-be-more-like-Feli crap that people would say about him.

Though, Spain was different than everyone else. When Romano lived with him, the spaniard was horrible (as he says). But in the end, he made Romano feel needed. Made him feel that at least someone cared about him. Which was one of the best things he's ever felt.

When Romano chose to come back home and finally reunite with his brother, he assumed Spain would tell him to stay. That he was so important to Spain that he didn't want his tomate to leave.

He was shocked when Antonio showed him a bright smile and gave him a hug. Saying, "Qué bueno mi tomate!" He felt a sudden pain in his chest. Like the way he felt when his grandpa chose to keep Italy instead of him. As reality hit him, that everything Antonio made him feel was a lie.

Romano heard a door open and notices that they're already at his house. Belgium goes into the living room. Sitting on the rug, that was placed in the middle of the room. Leaning her back on the couch as she placed the still closed, box of pizza beside her feet. Trying to resist the urge of eating one already.

Romano walked out of the kitchen, holding two soda cans. Placing them on top of the box. Belgium then goes to the DVD player, putting the disc inside. As they waited, Romano took one of the soda cans and opened it. Taking a sip while the trailers of other movies rolled.

As soon as, the movie started Lovino assumed it was going to be terrible. Cause that's how ever love movie is like. The Italian soon regretted what he said when they got halfway though. Both of theirs eyes were plastered on the movie. But then Romano's phone started to vibrate.

He groaned and quickly took it out. Staring at the callers name.

Spain.

Ignoring it and placing the phone back in his pocket. Antonio called once more and he still didn't answer. After five minutes, Lovino thought it was over but then the vibrating started again. Emma glared at the Italian and told him to answer it. Lovino nodded, standing up and walked to his room, answering the spaniard in the process.

"Lovino?"

"What do you want dumbass." Lovino huffed, locking his door and laying on his bed. Hearing silence in the other line.

"Hello? If you don't fucking answer I'm going to hang up." Just then he heard a smack coming from the other line.

"No wait! I was just surprised that you picked up..." Romano rolled his eyes.

"Well I did, now what do you want."

"I was just wondering if you'd like to come and pick tomatoes with me~ They're ready to be harvested. So, what do you say?" Now it was Romano who stayed quiet. Was this why he called him everyday? To go and pick tomatoes. Or was there something behind that?

"Just that right bastard. Nothing else."

"Sí, Nada mas!"

"Fine, I'll go."

"Yay! See you tomorrow, mi tomate!" The spaniard hung up before Romano could say anything else.

The Italian sighed, what the hell did he just do... Lovino swears to god if anything else than talking happens, he wouldn't know what to do. Hopefully now he'll remind himself of Belgium and her crush on him to stop anything from happening. Which would be enough for him.

He hung up and walked back downstairs. Finishing the last twenty minutes of the movie with Emma being a mess and crying onto his shirt.

•••

"Lo hice." Spain cheerfully says, watching his two best friends clap at him.

"I told you it was going to work. Always trust the country of love."

"Yeah but what if he doesn't like me..." Prussia chuckles and shakes his head at him.

"Zen Vhy vould he have sex vith you!" Gilbert glances at Francis who is on the couch in front of them. Watching Francis put a finger on his own lips. Telling him to not say anything as the Prussian grins and looks back at Antonio.

"It's true mon ami, why would he give you a hickey if he didn't want you to belong to him." France pointed out as Prussia agreed.

"Totally! Italy vas telling Vest, zat Romano had two 'bruises' on his neck vhen he got home." A smirk appearing on Francis' lips.

"Yeah, pero he gave me this because he didn't want me to give him anymore after the first time..." Antonio mumbled out as he watched his friends stare at him.

"Vat do zou mean after the first time?" Prussia asked.

"Did you guys do it more than once?" Francis said with interest. Antonio slowly nodded.

"Oh mon. Then just tell him how you feel. He'll feel the same way. Don't worry. Now tell us all the details as we go to the closest bar!" Francis grabs his car keys and tells his two fellows to follow him. Bring them to a bar close to the house, and hearing everything the spaniard said about the italian.


Translation(s):

Que bueno - That's great.

Si, nada mas! - Yes, nothing else.

lo hice - I did it.

A/N: What did France and Prussia do? What's going to happen when Romano goes over to Spain's? This chapter took me the whole week to do. I would work on it for a few minutes and then get sleepy. Which is my schools fault, making me tired as soon as I get home . But I didn't have school today so I was able to upload this chapter! :3 Yay~ this chapter was kind of difficult, because I didn't want Romano to already feel something for Spain. But just a tiny bit. Which hopefully worked. See what will happen at Spain's house on the next chapter. Bye!