04- On A Date

Spain wanted to go on a date. Which was ridiculous because they had never dated anyway, so why start now?

Romano wondered about it as he tried to choose an outfit. Something nice but comfortable. What would Spain wear? It wasn't like the bastard had a lot of nice clothes, to be honest. He would probably just wear a shirt and some nice jeans, so Romano should probably do the same. He didn't want to end up overdressed and have to go through dinner while everyone around gossiped about how out of place he looked. And where were they goin to go? Spain hadn't even mentioned dinner in the first place. If it was Romano, he would have mentioned reservations at a nice place, so his date would know what the hell they were supposed to wear!

He tried on some black pants and a white shirt. Too much.

Some old jeans and an off white shirt. Too casual.

He settled for some dark jeans and a simple beige shirt. Some nice black shoes and he was ready for anything Spain could have in mind.

And just in time, in fact, because the doorbell rang just then. He ran to open the door.

"About time you arrived, dammit!" He complained. Then he took a good look at Spain, and blinked.

He was dressed for a fine dinner in a perfectly fitted charcoal suit with a pristine white shirt. The knot on his dark gray tie was so perfect, even Romano with all his italian fashion style had never accomplished anything like that.

"Ah, Romano mi amor, you look as beautiful as ever," he said, presenting a huge bouquet of red roses to him.

Romano was speechless for a moment. Where had he gotten such a beautiful suit? Had he done something to his hair? Why was he bringing him roses?

"I…I…," stammered Romano, feeling his face heating. "I'm not ready!" He yelled, and slammed the door in Spain's face.

"W-whaaat? Roma-!"

"You should have told me we were going some place nice you idiot! Now I'm not ready!"

Romano felt stupid. Clearly Spain had put a lot of thought into this, and now he would look like some highschool boy next to him.

"That's fine Roma, but uh, could I wait inside?"

Romano sighed. "Fine," he said and let him in. "But tell me where we're going alright? If I end up looking like an idiot, you'll pay for it!"

Spain gave him a simple minded smile while Romano took the roses from him to put them in a vase.

"Well~, I didn't know where to take you, so I asked France."

"Ugh."

"And he said that for someone really important you had to be spectacular. He told me of a very nice restaurant in Rome that you would like. I was going to take you to the pizza place by the beach at first," he laughed and pulled at the knot of his tie to loosen it a little. The suit fitted him like a glove, outlining his slim but muscular figure. And yet, he still looked out of place and awkward in it. "That would have been embarrassing right? So France helped me get a suit and set up the perfect date for my perfect Roma," he hugged Romano from behind rubbing his face against his hair like some kind of huge happy dog.

Romano snorted out a laugh at the thought.

"What? Are you laughing at me?"

"Of course I'm laughing at you, idiot," said Romano, turning around so that he was face to face with the huge, happy, dog-like man that was Spain. He placed a quick peck on the tip of his nose. "Let's go for pizza."

"Uh? But-"

"Pizza will be perfect."