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Spain stood outside the house where both Italies lived these days. He had been coming here a lot in the past weeks, trying to chase and court and woo Romano silly. Not that any of that had worked, Spain sighed, chuckling a bit when he spotted their neighbor looking at him suspiciously.
"I'm not going to sing today," he hollered, smiling. "I didn't even bring my guitar, see?"
No, there was no guitar today. No flowers or tomatoes either. Just Spain. The only thing he had to offer. The old man just shook his head and continued to pretend like he was minding his own business.
Knocking on the door, Spain kept his smile on, just in case tonight would be an exception and Romano would actually open the door for him. It didn't happen, but his heart leaped in joy anyway, when he was greeted by a sleepy Veneziano. The young man rubbed his eyes before offering him a happy smile.
"Ah, Spain-niichan!" He said, delighted to see him.
"Ita-chan!" Spain laughed, pulling the younger nation into a hug. "You're actually home? I almost thought you'd eloped with Germany."
"Ve~" Despite hugging the man back, Italy squirmed a bit, feeling uncomfortable in Spain's bone-crushing hug. Also, the fact that Romano could probably see them, or at least hear them, from his room made him feel really uneasy.
He tried to pat Spain's back in a silent plea to be let go, but the man wasn't someone to do things half-heartedly, and so he kept his grip and poured all the unspent love he had preserved for the moment he caught Romano into a hug like this, onto the younger Italian brother.
"You're so cuuute!" Spain cooed, rubbing his cheek against Italy's, not even noticing when a pen sharpener came flying and hit him to the side of his head. The northern Italy noticed this though, and sent an apologetic look to his brother who was glaring at them from the second floor window.
"Um, did you come to see Lovino-niichan?" Italy asked, sighing in relief when Spain stopped his cuddling as if just now remembering why he had came there in the first place. He let go of the younger Italian and smiled.
"Yes, is he at home?" He asked, fisting his hands in an attempt to fight down the urge to pinch Veneziano's cute cheeks.
"Um," the other fidgeted, remembering Romano's threat what would happen if he aided Spain in his search for romance in any way. Then again, if Spain did succeed then Romano would be too happy to carry out those threats. He also wanted Spain to be happy.
But if Italy was something, it was a useless coward, and so he chose to stick on his brother's side in order to protect Germany from the horrible influence of the Italian mafia. For now at least.
But before he could answer, Spain already had a somewhat sad smile on his face.
"It's okay, Ita-chan," he said,"I guess Lovino doesn't want to see me."
Oh well, what had Spain been expecting after being rejected every time he came here to offer his feelings? Romano never opened the door when he knocked, the only ones who were impressed with his singing were random passers by and somehow the flowers he left outside the door had always found their way into the trashbin the next time he came to visit.
He chuckled humorlessly at Italy's concerned look.
"I- uh, I'll talk to brother so-" the Italian started, grabbing a hold of Spain's sleeve. "So if you come back tomorrow..."
This time the chuckle turned into a laugh, and Spain smiled as he patted Italy's head.
"It's okay," he said, hearing a second floor window creak. He tilted his head to look up at the window he knew to be Romano's room and smiled. "I won't be coming back."
Italy said nothing when he offered him one last smile before turning around and starting to walk away. Yeah, France was right, Spain nodded to himself. It was time to try something new.
Being mean it was then.
To Be Continued...
I'm kinda hopping from pairing to pairing... Does it bother you? Oh, and why is England sometimes called Iggy, huh? xD
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