In front of me was a man that was so genuine. He was selfless, considerate, and so loving. How did I ever come to know him? Do I even deserve him? No. That was obvious.

"Lovino, what's wrong?" Spain asked.

"Huh?"

"You are crying mi amor! This is suppose to be the happiest moment of your life!"

"It is! How could I be fucking sad?!"

I am crying? I didn't know the tears had escaped. Damn it. Spain, stop smiling at me. Your smile is as bright as this diamond. God, you are too aesthetic, just TOO perfect. Spain brought his face close to mine and turned it to the side to whisper into my ear,

"What are you thinking about? What do you want to do?"

It is not as easy as yes or no Spain. If I marry you then I am blessed but damned to spend the rest of my life with you. I adore but despise you. I lust for you but do I really need you? Yes. Everything needs its opposite to exist. I move Lovino's face away from my ear to look him in the eyes.

"Yes, si, ja! Whatever the language hell yes!" I smother his lips with my own. I can barely feel his lips they are so soft. More tears are trekking down my face, Spain was right, this is the happiest day of my life. Spain stood up and looked down unto me and ran a finger along my jawline. I caught his finger at the point where the jaw becomes the chin. I kissed his finger and he withdrew it into his own possesion.

"Stand up for a second, Lovino," Spain suggested.

I stood and then was swooped, Spain knew how to dance but I had only heard about his skills. He held me like the woman in the relationship, how fucking degrading. I was suspended by Spain's strength. He brought me and we began to dance to no music, no beat, no rythym, or ryhme. It seemed to be like that all the time...now. I could have had made a ryhme if I wanted to. We shuffled to the side, hands intertwined. I rested my head against his chest and felt the linen of his clothes. He sure knows how to wash clothes. He hasn't said anything about the sheets yet. He should be the woman in this relationship. He knows how to cook too. The house it very dirty though. He doesn't clean at all. Ha, that is suppose to be my job. I suppose if this will be a fair relationship then I should start cleaning a bit more.

I moved my head to his shoulder. I spoke into it, "Spain, you are a Catholic right?" Spain and I were shuffling side to side in small movements.

"Si, aren't you?"

I had to think about that for a bit. Every teen believes there is no God for sometime.

"When it boils down to it, I guess I do,"

"See? We believe the same morals,principles, beliefs! And I taught you my standards... and you lowered them even!"

My head rose up and we stopped dancing.

"What the hell do you mean lowered?"Spain had realised what he said. Hope he doesn't try to take it back.

"Romano... you never... I mean... you always suprised me with your laziness."

"Why don't you be a slave at a young age and have a brother that is preferred more than you are?"

My brother had everything. The women, the arts, the huge genious. Ha, huge genious. Well, at least in the Renaissance era. Did you see some of the painting that came out of his place? I even admit they are stunning.

"You were never a slave! I would never do that to another being! Maybe a sexy maid here and there but never a slave!" Yeah! For a little variety isn't that it Spain?

"Still...Italy..." Stupid fratello...

"Why is everyone having these inferiority problems? Canada feels ignored, you are last to be chosen for anything, and Gilbert feels forgotten."

"Your friends change you, Antonio! Until France mentioned he had a sexy maid you never wanted one now you have been going over there so often!" France had the newest model maids to model all of his fashionable creations. Or to paint the female body nude. Spain mentioned he had wanted one to help me learn how to draw. Bullshit!

"Gilbert and France are ... just horny and lonely. Not so much Gilbert anymore. He has Canada now so they can be forever alone together."

How the hell do you be alone together? Do you live in the same house and never talk to each other?

"I've heard you all talk! Pussy this! Taking it up the ass that. France laughing at everything and asking the most invasive questions. Gilbert laughs, takes a drink of his beer, and he is off harassing another woman or man." Once Gilbert had tried to hook up with his brother even... em, I am actually not sure of what came out of that. Germany seems to be a hardass so it's hard to tell if he even... well pitches or plays that game.

"But he stays with Canada. He never sleeps with anyone. As many stories as he tells and questions he may ask he stay faithful. Sure, its his dangerous flirts that will get him screwed over one day but in the end, does he end up sucking another cock?"

That's not what love is! You are faithful to one person you don't acknowledge other people sexually. Erm, maybe you do... but you don't act on it! Is that something only a overly attached boyfriend would say?

"Sure as fuck seems like it."

"Look at me. Feel right here" He grabbed my hand and I wasn't in the mood for whatever he was planning.

"Spain-I don't want to play this-" Oh, my hand isnt going to your crotch! What a unsuspected suprise.

"It's not sexual, not everything is with me. Do you feel my pulse?"

My forefinger and much used middle finger was against his neck. Feeling his pulse. A systematic bump every second or so.

"Yes, what does that have to do with it?"

"Romano, as long as I live and you are close enough to feel my pulse and hear my breath, I will remain with you. No one else" Doesn't that mean you can still flirt with all those pretty Spanish women? Hm? We know they are so unresistable.

"Won't I end up as another sex story for you to tell to Gilbert and France?" It would be embarassing for them to be discussing my skill level at anything related to sex. I am not a topic to be discussed!

"Because, I have never proposed to anyone." Anyone can propose. Doesn't require alot. A ring plus so called love boom! You got yourself a wedding and hopefully an everlastingn soulmate.S

"Spain! You said you were part of the Catholic church! You aren't suppose to have sex before marriage especially with men!" Aren't you suppose to get excommunicated even? Ha, we are sooo going to hell if this God man is real.

"That's why I asked you to marry me!"

"Why? so that you could just access my vital regions!" Spain definetely wants my regions. So he can take Fratello's too.

"No! I love you! That's just a perk that follows along with being you for the rest of my life." Oh so it's a perk? It's not like you didn't take sex into consideration before hand.

"Or until we get a divorce," Yeah, I am so going to hell. I swear, I am not even allowed to think of divorces in my religion. We would be best of just staying together through the rest of our lives miserable and unhappy hoping we would have a better afterlife.

"The Pope didnt even give the King of England a divorce!" England's protestant though isn't it? I don't pay much attention to him anyway.

We stood in silence. We were distant from each other and I could hear him breathing. Spain never raises his voice. Accept when he is singing. I am sure he could hear mine too. Something had been pestering Spain enough to the point to get him to yell. Had I fucked it up? The only thing that could have possibly made me happy?

"Spain, what is going on?" I try to make the gap between us close by coming back to him. Spain is so grabby... and he loves people. He wouldn't be this far away from anyone even if they had the plague. Even then he would be trying to help them.

"I don't like the idea of sharing." He looked aside.

We share a bed, we share clothes, we share... just about everything. What doesn't he want to share? "You share with me continously"

"Yes, but I don't like sharing you"

Sharing me? I... "I don't like lending myself out either"

"That's a better word than share... borrow..."

I didnt say borrow I said lend! Even then I don't do that! "Borrowing isn't what I do either, Antonio"

"You will have to do it though... for me..."

No. I don't have to do anything for anybody. Unless I want to.

"I don't do threesomes, we know you do."

I know what goes on when they all meet up and he doesn't come home until the next day. Spain walked over to the telephone in the kitchen. Next to the telephone is his contact list.

"What are you doing? Who are you calling?" We are having a fucking in depth conversation here and you need to call someone?! It better be the paramedics.

"France and Gilbert"

I don't do foursomes either. Or is an orgy after there are three people participating?

"Why are you calling them when you and me are having a conversation?!"

They wont be able to save your ass. No matter how much France tries to sweet talk me. He does that way too often.

"Because..." Spain said, "They are going to be your new bosses for a while."

A:N/ Ja, I don't know how to format. Em, Check out my other story Absolute Devotion! England has an eating disorder in that one.. Maybe I will change it to Finland... It was beta anyway. Am I allowed to advertise myself? Of course! It is my story afterall.