Title: To the New Year
Pairing: Spamano
Date: December thirty-first
Numerous decorations were set up in the house, the bedroom doors were locked so it would be impossible for anyone to stay after the party, and all of the food and drinks were being stored where was best for their temperatures. No one would be bringing any other meal, because the Italians would not allow anyone to provide for themselves in their house.
Romano glanced down at the checklist for the guests, grimacing at some of the names on there. He really should have checked it over before Feliciano sent out the invitations. It was a given that the potato bastard and his brother would be welcomed for the new year's party, and the older brother had to admit that the man had saved his brother from harm. It didn't mean he liked it though.
Austria, Switzerland, Hungary, and Poland were coming as well. He was rather pleased, they would be very helpful in controlling the infamous 'Bad Touch Trio'. Why his idiot little brother had invited Spain and France, he didn't know, and it was sure to really tick him off. Feliciano knew how much he hated both of the men, but it probably had to do with his skewered sense of family.
"Romano! Is everything ready?"
Thinking about the country summoned him, didn't it? Romano frowned, turning to look at his fratellino's excited face. "Yeah, I suppose so. All of your hard work is going to be ruined by twelve tonight though."
The man would not be deterred from his optimistic mood though, "Ve~ It doesn't matter! We'll be having fun with our family and friends!"
Rather than arguing that the man's 'family' was not that well known to him, Romano nodded stiffly and turned to the kitchen. "Ill start setting out refreshments and stuff."
"Thank you fratello!"
"Yeah, yeah." He replied, waving a hand over his shoulder. It was going to be a much longer night than usual.
The clock struck eleven, and much to Romano's surprise, the party was relatively calm and sober. The most havoc that had been caused was Gilbert annoying Roderich to no end while Hungary egged them on as only she could. Germany was cleaning up already with Italy carrying the trash bag for him and humming happily. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, even Switzerland who was checking his phone every five minute to see if Lili had texted.
Everyone was happy, except him.
Dammit! He had every reason to be happy! That stupid Spaniard and his French friend hadn't shown up, everything was going fine and nothing had been broken! It didn't matter that the man had ignored them, he was probably off having his own party somewhere. He hadn't wanted Antonio to be the first thing he saw in the new year anyway! That was weird and girly, and he hated the man anyways!
Hitting the wall of the entranceway, annoyance at himself overshadowed by pain that he did not want to feel. Still, the cheery conversations in the other room washed over him, reminding him that their were other people then just Spain that cared about him, even if they displayed it in odd ways or he'd just met them a few years ago because of his brother.
As he turned he heard it, soft voices whispering at the door. Very familiar voices that had him grinding his teeth as he turned to the front door.
"Do you think he'll be okay with this? It might embarrass him."
"Mon ami, do not be concerned about it. It will be the thought that counts!"
"You don't know Lovi like I do Francis, this could backfire in a really, really bad way."
"Just open the do-"
Romano opened the door, amber eyes glaring at the two men standing on the doorstep, the brunette one holding a small box of tomatoes and a bouquet. "L-Lovi!" He said, smiling nervously. "I..I got these for yo-"
A crack was heard through the air as a tan fist hit the man's nose dead center. The flowers fell to the ground and the box fell into the waiting arms. "I thought you weren't showing up." He growled before turning away.
He walked halfway into the main room, announcing with a growl that the last two people where there at last when he was jerked back against a well-toned chest. "That wasn't very nice, mi tomato. I was just trying to do something kind for you."
The Italian glared up at him, trying to jerk his wrist out of the tight grasp as he was turned towards the man, looking anywhere but his face, and paling at the plant above their heads. "Oh hell no."
Spain looked up at the mistletoe as well and blinked, "Who hangs plants on new year's?"
"It's a mistletoe idiot!"
Hungary chuckled, getting her camera ready as France and Gilbert laughed. "You have to kiss, you know." The Frenchman reminded, leaning against the wall behind them.
Turning to glare at him, Romano sputtered, "But it's after Christmas!"
"Rule is till the first of January!"
"Don't help them Feli! And who came up with that stupid rule, anyway!"
His angry words were cut off by soft but commanding lips on his, and a camera flashing, followed by the chiming of the clock and him being released.
"Happy New Year, Lovino."
And here is the chapter that inspired all the rest of them! I just had the idea of Romano throwing a fit that mistletoe is still up so late after Christmas! I really, really enjoyed writing this! Romano is so much fun and Spain is too!
But it didn't reach a thousand words! GAH!
Hungary must be so pleased, three yaoi couples around her and all.
Please review!
~Willow
