Here it is folks. The last chapter for this story. I think I will make a sequel to this, if you guys want me to. I actually had a lot of fun writing this. I don't have the time to edit it, I'm afraid. So if you see some mistakes, just let me know and I'll try and fix them when I can. RxR and I hope you like it!


Waking up in Spain's arms was probably the best feeling in the world to Romano. Normally, he probably would've freed himself from Spain's grasp and let him sleep while he went to the bathroom, took a shower and then watched some TV. But as he lay there, his head on Spain's chest and hearing his heartbeat, Romano couldn't bring himself to move. Spain was lightly snoring and had an arm slung over Romano's waist.

Romano couldn't help but smile at the way Spain's hair was thrown in different directions. He probably looked a mess too, but Spain never seemed to mind. He nuzzled into Spain's chest and closed his eyes, feeling the ring on his finger that reminded him of yesterday's events. Then his mind began to wander. Spain had proposed to Romano. He had gotten down on one knee and asked him to marry him! Just thinking about it made Romano want to throw his arms around Spain's neck and kiss him to death.

Just when he was becoming very tempted to do so, Spain's eyes fluttered open. The moment he groggily laid eyes on Romano, a big smile spread across his face. "Hello there~" He said happily.

Romano frowned and blushed, but looked up to face Spain regardless. "It's good afternoon, you bastard." He countered.

Spain chuckled and placed one hand on top of the Italian's head, gently stroking it. "Ah...I suppose it is." He nodded.

Relaxing into the warmth of Spain's finger's, Romano sighed happily. "Can't we just stay here the entire day?" He could still hear Spain's rhythmic heart beat.

"You know I would love nothing more, but we do have a meeting today, Lovi." Spain said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Romano didn't say anything. They had missed a meeting already, so there was no point in arguing. He reached over the bedside table and grabbed his cell phone, checking it. No messages, but it was almost noon. He heaved a sigh and glanced at the Spaniard.

"No helping it, huh?" Spain smiled sadly and sat up, making Romano sit up as well. "You're always so beautiful in the mornings, Lovi~" Spain cooed, kissing his cheek lovingly.

Romano blushed and fumbled to untangle himself from the blankets so he could get off of Spain's lap. He heard Spain laugh softly, and shot him a glare. "S-shut up!" He grumbled.

Once the blankets were off and they were able to get out of the bed, Spain stretched and yawned, walking over to his suitcase to retrieve fresh clothes. Romano watched him, wishing they could just climb back into the bed and snuggle each other until the trip was over.

He cringed at such a sappy, girlish thought.

"Shower, or bath?" Spain asked excitedly, which was making Romano suspicious of his joyful mood.

"...Shower." He murmured hesitantly.

Spain beamed, nodding and walking into the bathroom, probably expecting Romano to follow him. But Romano just stood there. He hadn't talked to his brother in a while, and though he usually called him annoying and stupid, he was getting worried. Why hadn't Feli contacted him? Or, at the very least, text him?

He shook those thoughts away and walked briskly to the bathroom, where he found Spain already in the shower. He looked down to his ring and felt himself smile. Spain hadn't let up on the overly affectionate mission, and Romano was relieved and happy about that.

Reaching out, he flushed the toilet and the shriek that filled his ears made his smile break out into a wide grin.

~oO0Oo~

"But Luddy~! I wanna ask him how it went!" Italy cried, tugging on the German man's sleeve.

"I already told you no! If you call, he's going to realize we all already know!" Germany grumbled angrily.

"Mm-hm~ 'Toni told me he wanted to announce it. With Romano's consent, of course." France chimed.

Italy frowned and folded his arms. "When is the meeting? This is taking too long..." He pouted.

Germany checked the watch on his wrist, looking slightly annoyed. "In about another half hour..." He murmured.

Italy whined again and kicked his feet back and forth, resting his chin on the table. "It should go by faster!"

"I want to see how these events turn out as well, little Italy~ But we'll just have to be patient~" France chirped happily.

Germany simply nodded, figuring that would be the best response to the Italian's whining. Seeming to listen to the Frenchman, Italy quieted and resorted to doodling on some nearby papers.

"Other nations should be coming in soon..." France murmured, glancing at the door. Germany knew this too. It would normally be either Switzerland or Japan that came early.

~oO0Oo~

"Hey...Lovi?" Spain asked hesitantly. He currently had the Italian pressed against the wall of the shower, his face buried in his neck.

"W-what?" Romano stammered, shivering when Spain's fingers glided along his skin.

"I was just thinking...w-wouldn't it be good if we told your brother about our engagement?" Spain questioned nervously.

Romano pulled away slightly, a small frown on his face. "You mean if you told bastards like Prussia and France!" He said angrily.

Spain gulped and pressed on. "Ah, well – yes...but it would be good if they knew! We can't just one day be married! Don't you want our friends and family to be at our wedding?"

Romano's eyes narrowed, and his frown deepened. "You even want that weird brother of yours to come?" He murmured softly.

"Portugal?" Spain blinked questioningly. "Well...yes, that would be cool if he came to our wedding..."

After a pause, Romano sighed again, wrapping his arms around Spain's neck. He pulled him closer and placed a kiss on his lips. "...I-if you really want to...t-then I guess I don't mind..." He muttered, his cheeks turning a light red.

"Really!?" Spain exclaimed, returning the kiss excitedly. "Oh, thank you Lovi! I love you~!" He cooed, smothering Romano in hugs and kisses.

"Ah! J-just cut it out already – and the water is getting cold!" Romano growled, blushing a dark red.

"Ah, should we get out now?" Spain smiled, nuzzling into the back of Romano's neck. "...Or I could squeeze a five minute session in?~" He added, kissing his neck.

Suddenly jumping up and out of the tub, Romano wrapped a towel around himself and shot his lover a glare. "You...! Don't be so full of yourself!" He growled.

Spain raised a brow, smirking. "You don't think I can?~" He teased.

Romano blushed a bright red and rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. "Like fucking hell you can!" Spain heard him shout from the other room.

Romano had just finished pulling the tie tighter around his neck when Spain came out of the bathroom, looking slightly disappointed.

"You're so mean Lovi~ Leaving me in there all by myself!~" He whined as he dragged himself to his suitcase.

Romano rolled his eyes and glanced at him, blushing slightly. "If I had stayed in there with you Id've been molested."

Spain gasped and looked offended. "Molested!? Lovi, I'd never molest you unless you wanted it!" He cried.

"...Oh, yeah...even better." Romano said sarcastically.

"I-isn't it?"

"..."

"Lovi?"

"...E-even so...! W-we have more important things to do other than touching each other all goddamn day!" Romano murmured quickly. "A-and put some clothes on, Antonio!"

Spain blinked and smiled, pulling out a dress shirt and some slacks. "Ah, of course. I was thinking it was a bit chilly in here~"

"...Idiot..." Romano muttered under his breath.

Spain chuckled and dressed himself, glancing back at the bed when he was done. "Ah – um... Lovi?" He asked nervously.

Romano glanced at him questioningly, pausing putting on his shoes.

"...You're not afraid of what other people might say? Italy's not exactly that welcoming to gay couples..." Spain said softly.

Romano frowned, then finished tying the laces on his shoes. He got up and walked briskly to were Spain was sitting on the edge of the bed, plopping down beside him. "L-look...You always protected me before, and I'm grateful for that, but..." He trailed off, licking his lips nervously. "You really don't need to worry about me anymore. I can handle it. No matter how many people disagree with this, or judge us, I can bear it...A-as – as long as I'm with you..."

Romano could've sworn that that was the most embarrassing thing he's ever said. EVER.

While Romano was cringing and thinking he should just bury a hole to jump into, Spain was feeling unbelievably touched.

His Romano – his Lovi – saying those things like that. It was the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed.

"O-oh my god, Lovi..." Spain breathed out happily.

"C-calm down, bastard! I-it's not that big of a deal! I'd expect you to do the same for me...!" Romano snapped, blushing like crazy.

"I would! I definitely would! I'd do anything for you, my Lovi!~" Spain said earnestly, wrapping his arms around the Italian. "I-I'm just really, really happy right now... I don't know what to do or say...!"

Romano rolled his eyes and lightly patted the Spaniard on the back. "Well, I thought it was the most obvious thing to do, but then again you're a brainless idiot so I won't blame you..."

"So mean!~"

"Oh, just get over here and kiss me already, d-dammit!" Romano growled, glaring at Spain.

"Hehe~ Okay~"

~oO0Oo~

By the time Spain and Romano got to the meeting, nations were slowly flooding in. They came across Belgium, who smiled and stared at them with a glint in her eyes.

Which made Romano seriously uncomfortable...

As they took their seats, Romano shifted ever so slightly closer to Spain. "Lovi? Are you okay?" Spain whispered worriedly.

"A-ah... yeah – um...j-just a little nervous..." Romano answered, glaring at the table.

Spain chuckled softly. "So cute~ Don't worry my love. I promise nothing's going to go wrong." He said assuringly.

"Ciao fratello!~" Italy sang as he ran over to them. Spain felt slightly disappointed when Romano scooted away a bit.

"Hola Feli, how are you?" Spain greeted him cheerfully.

"Hehe~ I'm good! I see you and fratello are getting along nicely~" Italy remarked, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

Romano spluttered and glared at his brother. "W-we are not..! Why are you even talking to us in the first place!?" Romano snapped.

"I can't talk to my older brother?" Italy frowned, tilting his head in mock confusion.

"Ugh...just go before you give me a headache..." Romano sighed, shooing his younger brother away.

"Ve...alright then~ Talk to you after the meeting then!" He chirped happily, then turned and skipped away.

Skipped away. That boy was as gay as they come.

And Romano would think that he himself was pretty gay...

Did it run in the family?

Oh, the horror.

"Lovi? Are you sure you're okay? You're staring off into space..." Spain asked, lightly touching Romano's arm.

Romano sighed exasperatedly. "I guess so...I just have a lot of things on my mind..."

"Ah, well – don't worry! I know just the cure for that!~" Spain beamed.

"W-what is that?" Romano asked, unsure.

"Alright then~ ready?" Romano nodded.

"Fusososososososososososo!~"

Romano couldn't decide if he should bang his own forehead on the table, or Spain's. Multiple nations turned their way and stared. Anyone would, if they had heard that terrible chant.

Still, Romano felt just the slightest bit better now.

Slightest.

"Everyone here? Alright!~" America shouted from the other side of the room, on the other side of the table. "Let's get started!"

Romano sighed and slumped in his seat, preparing himself for a long and boring meeting. Spain just yawned and looked like he could pass out any second.

"Germany's first, (as always) but first, I believe I heard a very interesting rumor that I think needs to be addressed!" America kept talking, shooting a wide smile at Spain and Romano.

"Yes!~ I do believe so too!~" Italy chirped. "Anything you want to share, big brother Spain? Fratello?~"

Romano sat in his seat frozen.

T-that-

that...

little...

Shit!

Romano glared at his brother menacingly, feeling the heat in his cheeks warm as everyone's stares continued piercing right through him.

"Ah...c-calm down, my love... let me handle this..." Spain whispered, gently placing his hands on Romano's shoulders.

"You fucking better you goddamn fucking idiot!" Romano seethed.

Spain wanted to comment on how his little Lovi looked so adorable just then. With his glowing red cheeks, his pouty lips and what looked to be watery eyes.

That could get him killed, though...so he didn't.

Romano watched nervously as Spain stood from his seat and looked around the room, a big grin on his face.

He cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, since I think most of you know already..." He glanced at Italy and America suspiciously. "...I would like to announce that Lo- South Italy and I are engaged~" He said happily, his smile widening.

Romano sank down in his seat as everyone turned and stared at him. He desperately wished he could just cover his face or hide underneath the table...

But then everyone clapped.

Which kinda made it even more embarrassing, if that was possible.

Then Romano heard Spain's light chuckle and his hands grasping his shoulders gently. "Muchas gracias~" He said over the noise.

After the clapping had died down, Italy spoke. "Ve~ It's about time, fratello! I was wondering when you were gonna get hitched~"

England nodded and looked up to them, frowning. "Yes...It was quite annoying. We were starting to place bets on when you would be getting wed." He murmured.

"ARTHUR OWES ME $500!" America shouted happily.

"Bloody hell! Just shut it!" England hissed.

"Congratulations, Spain and South Italy..." Germany sighed from across the table.

"Yes! Congratulations!~" Poland chirped.

Spain was the only one saying thank you to all the nations that congratulated them. Romano was just too embarrassed to say anything.

"I'd say in celebration, that the meeting be cancelled!~" Italy sang loudly.

"W-what? N-no-" Germany begun, but everyone seemed to agree, Chairs scraped the floor and feet shuffled out of the room before Germany could regain order.

"Did...did you do that on purpose?" Germany frowned at Italy once most of the nations had left.

"Ehehe~" Italy giggled. "It's our last day, I want to celebrate with my older brother and his fiancė~" Italy said happily.

Germany sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "In other words, you're going to get plastered..."

Italy patted Germany's shoulder and laughed. "Silly Luddy! Of course I'm not~!" He smiled brightly.

Romano was starting to feel disgusted by their open display of affection, and turned his attention to Spain, who simply radiated with happiness.

"...A-Antonio?" Romano murmured.

"Hm? Yes, my love?"

"D-does this mean...it's official?"

"Hmm...yes, I suppose it does." Spain replied happily.

"O-oh..." Romano blushed and looked at the ground. So this wedding thing was really happening...

"Are you happy about it, my love?" Spain asked, leaning closer.

"U-um...Yes, actually... I'm really happy." Romano said breathlessly.

"Ah, me too~ I'm extremely happy~" Spain said happily.

Their little conversation didn't get very far though. Italy and Germany came walking up to them, a big grin on Italy's face.

"So, do you want to celebrate, fratello?" He asked hopefully. "I can call up Belgium and Netherlands!~"

"I don't think he has anything too kind to say." Spain smiled, putting an arm over Romano.

Romano sighed and glanced at Spain suspiciously. "Ignore him. Yes, I think that'll be alright..."

"I can't believe we had a meeting scheduled today and it was dismissed...We didn't even cover national debts!" Germany interrupted.

"Ahaha~ It's fine, we all know we owe each other lots of money, no need to remind us!~" Italy chirped happily.

"Well, if you two would excuse us~" Spain suddenly said, gently pulling Romano towards the door. "I think we'd both like to retire."

Romano simply frowned and let Spain continue dragging him out of the room.

"Okay!~ Just make sure you come to the small party I'll throw!~" Italy called out to them as the doors closed.

That was when Spain let out a heavy sigh, slumping onto Romano's shoulder. "A-ah! W-what? What are you doing, you bastard!?" Romano mumbled, trying to gently push Spain off of him.

"Its just...I was very nervous...haha.." Spain murmured against his shoulder. "Let me just calm down for a second..."

After a moment, Romano stopped struggling against Spain's embrace and instead rested a hand on his back, patting him gently. "...I-I thought you were pretty cool..." He told him hesitantly.

"Ahahaha...Thank you, Lovi~ I really tried!" Spain chuckled.

"You didn't let me finish. I said I thought you were pretty cool, but you were a complete dork also." Romano clarified.

"Ah...is that so?"

"It is too so."

And they stood there in quietly for a moment or two. Not exactly wanting to ruin the peaceful silence that fell.

That is, until they began hearing some suspiciously odd noises coming from the meeting room. It definitely sounded like Italy and Germany were doing something in there...

Romano quickly turned to Spain, his face contorted in disgust. "Let's get the hell out of here. Now." He said urgently, tugging Spain away from the door. Spain followed him obediently.

But he had to admit, the noises Italy made compared to Romano's weren't as sexy. Romano's was definitely sexier.

~oO0Oo~

As they entered their hotel room, Romano felt a great relief. The meeting wasn't actually that bad, instead of the mock and laughter he had expected, they got congratulated.

Romano glanced to see Spain taking off his coat and loosening his tie. He too, looked relieved.

"Haah...Then tomorrow we have a plane ride back to our individual countries..." Spain sighed.

Romano kicked off his shoes and bit his lip. "...I can just check in with my boss then fly over..." He suggested.

Spain chuckled softly. "Ah, If it's okay with you, I'd love to visit you, Lovi~" He said happily.

Romano blinked confusedly. "Why?"

"Because! Taking two plane trips in such a short period of time would be tiring for you! I'd rather you rest." Spain urged.

Romano could feel his cheeks warming. Spain was so considerate...

"...I-if...if that's what you want to do, then go ahead." Romano huffed, embarrassed.

"I shall~" Spain agreed happily.

"S-so...when exactly do you want to...t-to plan the wedding...?" Romano murmured shyly.

"Hm? Ah, are you excited, my love?" Spain said, leaning down to plant a kiss on Romano's cheek. "We could right now, if you want to~"

Romano blushed and shook his head. "L-later... I need to text Feli." He muttered, pulling out his phone and searching for his brother's contact number.

Spain yawned and checked his watch. "Say, I think it's about time for us to take a siesta, don't you think?" Spain asked Romano sleepily.

After he finished his text and sent it, Romano raised a brow at Spain. "You wanna take a siesta now!?" He asked in disbelief.

Spain blinked confusedly. "Ah...yes? I want to relax and lay beside you, my love~"

After a moments pause, Romano sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "...D-dammit...when you put it like that..." He murmured embarrassedly.

Spain grinned as Romano climbed in the bed with him, curling up next to him and resting his head on his chest. Spain's arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders as he sighed in relief.

"...I love you." Spain murmured, breaking the peaceful silence.

Romano was contentedly listening to Spain's heartbeat, the sound like a melodic gentle tick of a clock. Only, it wasn't annoying at all – it was calming and warming at the same time.

"...I love you too." Romano muttered softly.

In this fancy hotel, in this big American city that they'll be flying out of tomorrow, Romano had to admit that Spain had definitely spoiled him. He'd always spoiled him. Anything Romano could ever ask for or need, Spain would work hard to get it. He'd always be there for Romano.

As Spain's breath evened out and he started snoring lightly, Romano couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. This is probably the one and only thing Spain would ever ask of Romano – To love him and be loved by him. For him to be by his side forever. That sounded like something he'd be more than happy to fulfill.