Okay guys, so I decided how I'm going to make up for my missed time. I'm gonna post two drabbles tomorrow, and two on Sunday, and then I'll be all caught up! Yay! I may not actually stick to this, but I very well might. Either way, you guys are gonna get 4 drabbles this weekend as opposed to 2! Hurray! Anyways, this is just a silly idea I came up with today in study hall that I thought would be really cute. Make sure to review! It keeps me writing! ~Cheylock


The True Romance Language: a France x Romano drabble

It had started as silly bickering while walking down the street until Lovino said it.

"French isn't the romance language, idiota. Italian is."

And then all hell broke loose.

"Excusez-moi?" Francis asked disbelief in his voice. How could he think that just because Italians were smooth with the ladies too, that their language was the romance language? It had clearly always been, and always would be, French!

"You heard me, cheese for brains," Romano said with a roll of his eyes. "Italian is the true romance language. Not. French."

"Care to put your money where your overly large mouth is, mon amie?" he asked, stopping them in the middle of the sidewalk and causing everyone else to go around the two of them.

"Bring it-a on, Franceypants. What are your terms?" the Italian asked, stopping as well and crossing his arms in front of him.

"We both hit on ze beautiful femmes[1] in our native tongues, and whoever can get a kiss first wins," he said simply. "Four hundred Euros. Your call."

Lovino smirked and stuck his hand out for the Frenchman to shake. "Deal. This'll be easy."


The two countries had split up and had been wandering around the market. They were on mutual ground. America. The two had been there for a conference, and they were walking back to their apartment when they'd stumbled across it, so they'd decided to walk through it. And now, it was perfect for their little bet.

Francis spotted a beautiful girl over by a jewelry stand and walked up behind her, working up all of his charm. She was wearing a pretty blue sundress, and had long blonde hair with sparkling purple eyes peeking out from underneath her bangs.

He needed to win this bet. Everything was going horribly over in his country. His economy wasn't great, his people were restless. He needed something to make him feel better. Sure, he might wish that Lovino would be that person for him, but he pushed the feeling aside as he approached the girl. He leaned against a post and smiled at her dashingly. "Aucun de ces bijoux comparer à l'éclat de vos yeux ...[2]" he murmured, which only caused the girl to quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion. She didn't speak French, after all. She'd taken Latin in high school. She simply smiled at him, then went back to looking at the handmade jewelry.


Lovino wandered the market, selecting his target carefully. He had one, maybe two chances at this, so he had to be careful. In truth, he didn't really care about winning the bet. Strike that, he didn't care about the money behind it. He just kind of wanted to show off for Francis. Is that so wrong of me? he thought to himself. People show off for their crushes all the time, right?

He found a girl that was working at a produce stand. Perfect, he thought. She was very pretty, he couldn't deny that. She was wearing a black t-shirt with silver lettering across it. Some Shakespeare quote or something. White skinny jeans hugged her long legs, and she wore bright red Converse sneakers on her feet. She had shoulder length brunette hair, and gorgeous hazel eyes.

He approached the stand and smiled at her, shifting his demeanor from his normal anger and obnoxiousness to charming and suave as he walked. He leaned his arm against the table and looked over at her. "Ciao, bella…[3]" he purred, causing the girl to giggle and blush a bit. He purposely took the least complicated approach. Most people knew at least a little bit of Italian, so he knew she would know enough to figure out she was being complimented.

The girl batted her eyelashes a bit at him. She thought he was cute, and certainly charming. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked happily, the blush not fading from her cheeks as she did.

"Mi accontenterei per il tuo numero di telefono [4]…" he purred, leaning across the table and winking at her. When she tilted her head to the side, he pantomimed a phone, which caused her to chuckle and nod.

She quickly scribbled down her phone number on a napkin and handed it to him. "Here you go," she said with a shy smile.

"Grazie!" he said happily, channeling his inner Feliciano as he did so. He was related to the bastard, after all. He might as well. He then leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks (as was custom in his country), only causing her to blush darker. He then leaned over and kissed her sweetly before pulling away. "I'll call you," he said, a smirk on his lips when her eyes went wide from the shock of hearing him speak English.


The two met back at the market square after they'd both been gone for a half an hour. Francis' shoulders were slumped the slightest bit, but Lovino was smirking.

"You lost-a, didn't you?" Lovino laughed, looking over at the defeated Frenchman.

"Like you did any better…" he muttered, looking down at the ground. He was a bit ashamed. He was the country of love, and he couldn't even pick up a girl using his own language?! What was that about?!

"I did, actually," he said happily, pulling out the napkin from his pocket and revealing the phone number to Francis. "Read it and weep."

Francis' eyes went wide and he snatched the napkin out of his hands. "No way zis is real," he said after a minute of staring at it.

"Want me to prove it?" Lovino asked, his voice ringing from his cockiness.

"Please do," Francis said, shifting a bit on his heels. He had to admit…he didn't like the idea of Lovino kissing a girl. He should be kissing me, he thought, then shook his head the slightest bit. Not enough that Romano would see.

Lovino nodded and pulled out his phone from his pocket. Quickly, he dialed the number of Cindy, as she'd written it in curly italics on the napkin, and put it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Ciao, Cindy!" Lovino said, his smirk growing into a full blown smile now as he looked over at Francis.

"Oh, you're the Italian guy that hit on me earlier? Hi! To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked happily. "Trying to convince me to smooch you again?" she teased.

"No, I was just proving a point," Lovino said with a shrug. "I'll call-a you again some other time, si?"

She nodded, then, once she realized he couldn't actually see her, she spoke. "Yeah, sounds great!"

"Arrivederci! [5]" he said before hanging up the phone and looking over at the now slack-jawed Francis. "Believe me now?" he asked.

Francis only nodded. He couldn't believe it. The pizza and pasta eater had just won the bet! Not only was he going to have to pay him four hundred Euros, but he was also going to probably have to hear him go on and on about Cindy, his new girlfriend, for the next few months!

Lovino could see that something was wrong, and he quirked his eyebrow at him. "Are you-a okay?" he asked softly.

Francis smiled weakly at him. "Fine," he muttered, turning to leave, but Lovino grabbed his hand to stop him.

"What is it?" he asked softly, looking up at him. "You can tell me, Francis."

Francis sighed. "I guess…I vas a little jealous of zat Cindy girl…" he admitted after a few moments of silence. "She got to kiss you, and I never have. It's not fair…"

Romano felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest when he heard those words. "I never said I'd stop you, did I?" he asked, leaning up and closing the distance between them by pressing their lips together sweetly.

Francis went stiff for a moment, but kissed him back slowly once he had a chance to adjust. He pulled away a few minutes later for breath and smiled at him. As he did, only one thought ran through his mind.

He may not be the country of love…but he sure swept me off my feet.


[1] femmes = girls

[2] Aucun de ces bijoux comparer à l'éclat de vos yeux = None of those jewels compare to the sparkle in your eyes.

[3] Ciao, bella = Hello, beautiful.

[4] Mi accontenterei per il tuo numero di telefono = I'd settle for your phone number.

[5] Arrivederci! = Goodbye

Can I just say that this turned out far cuter than I ever thought it would? Anyways, here was some RomAnce for your Valentine's day. I hope you liked it! With love, ~Cheylock.