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-Mr Alex
"What's the occasion?"
England found himself under scrutiny by Romano who lay comfortably on the couch, coffee and novel in hand. He had his feet tucked under a soft blanket and the TV on as quiet background noise. It wasn't unusual for England to find that Romano had let himself into his house. The first time he'd let himself in, England found him making a small pot of pasta claiming that now they were dating he wasn't going to risk him dying from his own cooking. It's still puzzled him as to how Romano had gotten inside in the first place, but now it just became routine for England to leave a spare key under the pot plant just outside his door.
"No occasion." England shrugged.
"No reason at all?" Romano pressed, raising a brow.
"Nope, just a night out for the two of us."
Romano frowned and looked back down at his book, turning a page slowly. England, though, could read his expression of disinterest.
"Wrong answer." He said finally, looking up through his eyelashes.
"Pardon?"
"What's the date today?" He asked closing the book loudly.
England shuffled uncomfortably on his feet before seating himself on an armchair across from Romano, his elbows settled on his knees.
"It's – uh- the eleventh."
"Of…?"
"February" England closed his eyes, a hand to his temple. "Why?"
Romano rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee and flipping the book back open.
"Figure it out yourself, genius."
It was at this that England knew he was forgetting something. Something important enough for Romano to be this annoyed about. Romano didn't have anything on, did he? Something he might have told England once when he busy… and now he'd forgotten? England paused. Had Romano left him clues? He thought back to their previous conversation…
"What's the date today…?" As England had answered, it was the eleventh of February, but what did it have to do with going out tonight? He places a finger to his mouth, chewing on the side of his nail. Eleventh of February… Eleventh of February…
"What's the occasion…?" Why would Romano even ask that? He'd always been a suspicious one, always scrutinizing everything England did, as if he couldn't believe anyone would do something nice without there being some sinister motive. But, England was finding that since they'd begun dating he was letting those barriers down slowly… Very, very slowly. Hopefully someday he could destroy those barriers completely, maybe in a year, perhaps in only six mo-
Oh shit.
On the eleventh of August, Romano, on the steps of an old German pub had asked England for a date… They'd started officially dating 6 months ago…
How could he possibly forget that!?
"You forgot, didn't you?"
England inhaled sharply when Romano spoke.
"No! No! Of course not!" He denied, shaking his head franticly.
Romano looked up, arms crossed.
"Well, even if you didn't, I guess you still made plans…" Romano smirked. "But you're paying! It's your punishment for forgetting."
England felt the guilt melt out of him.
"Of course. I wouldn't expect it to be any different from all those other times I've had to pay." England grinned.
"Maybe if you stopped doing stupid things-"
"Like, confessing loudly in a pub?"
"And forgetting our fucking anniversary, bastard." Romano smiled softly. "Maybe then, but just stop doing stupid things and maybe, just maybe, you might not pay one night."
"Can't" England moved from the armchair over to the sofa just beneath where Romano's feet were curled up under a coffee coloured blanket. "I just seem to do stupid things around you." He smiled.
Romano blushed before biting his lip lightly. With a small smile on his lips and a book in hand, he sat up whacking England across the shoulder.
"Idiot." He teased.
England always knew, with the both of them being the romantically awkward people they were, that their relationship would never be like the soppy love movies America seemed to love. But it was moments like these, these small, yet perfect moments that made England realise he wouldn't have it any other way…
…Until he remembered he hadn't been laid in over seven months.
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"This is it." England cut the engine to his Rolls Royce just down the street from the restaurant, the golden lights from the windows spilling out into the night. It had rained since England's last visit to the restaurant the cement glistening like fairy lights strung over the footpath.
England turned to the Romano in the passenger seat; his arms were crossed eyes half lidded in annoyance. "Oh c'mon! Don't tell me you're still upset about not being able to drive."
Only thirty minutes prior, Romano had snatched the keys to his new Lamborghini, dangling them in front of his face.
"Tonight, I'm driving." He announced a smirk on his lips, daring England to oppose.
England sighed, pushing Romano's hand down from his face.
"Do you even know where the restaurant is?"
Romano hesitated.
"If you told me I would."
"This isn't Italy, Romano, and sadly we don't have time to be pulled up by the police for reckless driving and then spend another thirty minutes while you verbally abuse them."
England snatched the keys from Romano's hand, producing his own from his back pocket.
"So, I'm driving."
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"It's a new car! Can't a man drive his own fucking car?"
England undid his seat belt.
"Not if that man reads a red light as: Speed up! You might just make it!" He opened his door stepping out before leaning over the doorframe, a small smile on his lips. "Are you getting out? Or am I eating alone tonight?"
Silently, Romano undid his seat belt, opening his door and then slammed it shut. He walked around the front of the car to England, who then closed his own door firmly. England snaked an arm around Romano's hips pulling him into a one-armed hug, kissing him gently on the temple.
"Cheer up grumpy." He teased.
England led the way down the footpath toward the restaurant. "My Italian Pleasure" stood out in scripted text on the sign outside the door. "Italian. I thought you might like that."
Romano smiled into his scarf, a pink flush on his cheeks. Then, taking England by surprise, Romano reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Thanks bastard, but don't think I'm not still miffed about the car. I'm going to order the most expensive dish on the menu tonight."
England rolled his eyes. "Again, should I have expected anything different?"
Romano slapped England gently on his chest before walking up the steps to the glass door of the restaurant. The front foyer was warmly lit with raindrop chandeliers, and rich, thick carpets that covered a large part of the dark stained wooden floorboards. What added to the charm of the foyer were the set of antique armchairs placed around a sculpted wooden coffee table just in front of a small bar.
"Signori?" Romano gave the door to England who shut it behind them. A waiter of small stature settled himself behind the front desk, his thick grey moustache spoke as his lips were hidden underneath. "Reservations?"
England rested his elbow on the edge of the desk.
"Under Kirkland."
The waiter raised a brow before sliding a finger down the page of names in a large beige book. He stopped before looking up with annoyance.
"You're early."
England looked at his watch.
"Only by twenty minutes."
The waiter's moustache frowned.
"Well then I guess you should take a seat." He gestured to the set of chairs in the corner, before gathering two small hard covered menus labeled in a golden text "Menu da Bar".
"Bar menu" He announced, Romano looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"I know. I can read Italian." He said smoothly. England marveled at how he was able to sound so sincere and yet threatening at the same time. The waiter sniffed before taking his long overdue leave.
"Snob." England murmured. Romano settled into the lounge, his jacket and scarf draped over the back of his chair.
"What are you getting?" He asked examining the menu. England removed his heavier garments, instead letting them drape over his legs.
"Well, seeing as I'll be spending most of my money on your dinner alone, I guess I'll just have a beer."
Romano looked horrified.
"You can't have a beer! This place is fucking posh." He flipped the page. "Let's just get a bottle. We can share."
England nodded his agreement, his finger wrapped around his chin thoughtfully.
"Well what do you think?" Romano asked after a few moments of silence. England blinked, he realised he had spent the last little while studying Romano's profile more than the list of reds and whites in his hand.
"Um…"
"How about a Champaign?" Romano cut in, seeing as England didn't have any helpful suggestions. "A Verve Clique? Or maybe a cocktail? A Bellini sounds nice…"
'And expensive' England thought. "A Bellini is a bit effeminate, don't you think?" He smirked closing the menu and placing it down on the coffee table. Romano blushed. "I mean, unless that's your thing. It's okay-"
"We're getting the Verve Clique then." Romano snapped. The bridge of his nose, cheeks and the tips of his ears burning red. England smiled waving the waiter down.
"If you insist."
A quarter of a Verve Clique later, both men were escorted to a secluded table situated by a window, half shrouded in the thick red curtains. Romano glanced around at the other customers before turning back to England, a small smile on his lips.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you picked this table on purpose."
England smirked.
"You caught me." He said, raising his hands defensively.
Romano picked up the larger menu opening it up.
"Okay, so it looks like the most expensive dishes are seafood."
England stared at him, his brow furrowed.
"I thought you didn't like seafood."
Romano smirked.
"Tonight I'll make an exception."
England chuckled.
"Wanker."
"Are you sir's ready to order?" Romano looked up to find an attractive waitress standing beside him, her notepad and pen in hand. She was blonde, her long wavy hair tied into a low ponytail that rested on her shoulder, and had bright hazel eyes. Romano smiled charmingly.
"Si, I would like to order the lobster and the dish of oysters to share." He orders, casting England a side-glance. England smiled back crossing his arms over the table.
"I'll just get the Boscaiola." He winked. The girl blushed. When she had left, Romano kicked England in the shin beneath the table. "What?"
"You winked at her!"
"And you purred at her." England gave a crooked smile.
"Pervert."
"You rolled your 'r's more than necessary."
"I always roll my 'r's! That's how I speak!"
"Si, I would like to orrrrrrderrrrrr" England mimicked, his voice dripping with sensuality. Romano shook his head, laughing silently and kicked him again.
"Bastard."
England smiled before standing up.
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom." England answered, weaving his way through the other tables.
But, before England entered the gentlemen's room, he took a turn to a more cut off part of the restaurant, where the constant murmur of the restaurant only became muffled and quiet. He pulled out his phone dialing a number before placing the phone to his ear.
"Oui?" The phone crackled.
"France."
"Arthur! What do I owe the pleasure of this call?" The man purred, making England grit his teeth.
"I just called to update."
"Well from what I can see things are going pretty well."
England paused for a moment, processing what he had just heard.
"….What?"
"It wasn't nice to leave your boyfriend like that Angleterre, he looks a little bored." England scoured the room in search for the Frog, but found nothing.
"Where the hell are you?"
"He's biting his nails…. That's a bad habit."
"Francis!"
"I'm across the street." England could tell the other was smiling. He rubbed his forehead.
"How did you find us?"
"Angleterre, it wasn't that hard to call up the several Italian restaurants around your home and ask for a reservation under 'bushy brows.'"
"I'm laughing." England said sourly.
"As am I" The other quipped followed shortly by a soft chuckle. "Your food has arrived, the oysters at least."
England rested against the wall, arm tucked under his elbow.
"I just called to update you; tonight has been going really well and if this whole thing pulls through… there's a small chance that I'll be able to put up with you." He smiled.
"You could owe me." The blonde said voice crackling.
"How so?"
"Oh, just something small, like a kiss?"
"Not happening." England snapped, hanging up and setting his phone to silent, before walking back to his romantic dinner.
"Where did the oysters go?" England pulled out his chair frowning. An empty plate lay in front of him, all twelve shells empty.
"I ate them." Romano drawled, picking his teeth smugly.
"I thought we were sharing." England whined, bemoaning the loss of food and money.
Romano crossed his arms. "You took too long."
"I was only gone for six minutes."
"Two oysters a minute." Romano said, smirking.
England shook his head before taking a sip of his Champaign.
"Sorry." He gave a glance outside, seeing a man sitting at the bus stop opposite, a large newspaper covering his face. The man lowered the paper slightly, a flash of blond locks and a pearly white smile. "I was caught up by unwanted problems."
"Old man." Romano chuckled.
"Sir? Your Lobster." The blonde waitress had returned holding two large plates in her slender arms. "And your Boscaiola, sir." She laid the plates down.
With another side glance at England, Romano turned holding eye contact with the woman flashing her a crooked smirk.
"Grazie Bella." He said smoothly. Flustered the poor girl left hurriedly both cheeks flaming. Romano just looked back at England his smirk turned victorious.
"You're such a fucking tease." England shook his head disbelieving.
"You fucking love it." Romano dug into his meal, leaving England to twirl the long pasta strands around his fork as he stared at Romano wrestling with the white flesh of the animal.
"You got a little something on your lip." Romano spoke gesturing to his own lips.
"Here?" England wiped at the side of his mouth. Romano shook his head.
"No, more to the left."
England wiped beneath his lip. Romano grew frustrated sighing.
"Bastard, hold still." He reached across the table and wiped gently above England's top lip with the edge of his thumb. England opened his lips slightly allowing his tongue to lap up the sauce off Romano's finger before kissing it lightly. Romano pulled back slowly his face heating up. England smiled.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He replied curtly avoiding eye contact.
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"Dinner was… it was nice." Romano rested back into the passenger seat of England's car, a small smile, and eyes at half mast. England glanced over at him, echoing Romano's smile. He put his blinker on turning on to his street. It had been a slight debate on who would drive back seeing as both had drunk substantial amounts of alcohol, England had won since he was still able to walk straight.
"Tired?"
"Sorta, just feeling a little out of it."
Silence followed before England pulled into his driveway.
"You could stay the night." England waited for a response before realising that Romano had already fallen asleep. His cheek rested against his shoulder and the back of the seat, his jaw slack. England chuckled to himself before parking the car. "I guess you are…"
England carried the other up to his room and set him down gently on his bed. Romano murmured something unintelligible and England smirked removing Romano's shoes, coat and scarf. He was just about to dress himself in his night shirt when he noticed the bare skin of Romano's chest, visible because of the undone top two buttons. England stared at the caramel skin rise and fall as he took each breath. England moved back towards the Italian, watching his face for any sounds or movements that gave away his consciousness. He bent down, fingers gently undoing another button, allowing more of his toned chest to be scoured by England's lustful eyes. He wanted to touch it, it was a need that ached in his stomach and throbbed in his body. He wanted to feel that soft skin under his fingers and kiss down that chest, all the way down his stomach. He wanted to let his hands roam down and over Romano's torso. See it. Feel it. Kiss it. All of it.
He knew what he would do. Slowly, he would pull the shirt back exposing one of Romano's small, brown nipples…
England, his throat suddenly dry, finding it hard to swallow, was letting his mind go again. He wanted to let his instinct take over, allow himself to indulge in such an art of beauty. He shut his eyes, his mind spinning free.
..Then again, once more keeping his eyes trained on Romano's face he would lean down and press his lips gently to Romano's collar bone. He would feel the angular bone beneath Romano's warm skin. He would press small kisses up along the bone around to his exposed shoulder. He would want more. Oh, how he would want more…
England was snapped back to reality when Romano turned his head a soft pant and an extended moan drew from his lips. England stepped back quickly, his body burning with embarrassment. What was he doing?! What was he thinking!? Even for fantasy he had almost gone too far… and Romano was unconscious too! England slapped his face, breathing deeply. It was wrong, oh so wrong. Pacing in the small confinement of his room England tried to calm himself down. It was then that Romano shifted again, this time his moan much louder. This time England realised these moans weren't of pleasure, but of… pain?
"England?" Romano croaked. England froze before quickly moving to Romano's side.
"Yes? I'm here." He crooned, smoothing back Romano's hair.
Romano looked at him, eyes glazed and skin clammy and hot.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
In the bathroom, England held back Romano's fringe and bangs as he retched and threw up everything his stomach.
It was fair to say it was a long night.
Annnnnnnnnd that is why I don't eat oysters...
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