Hey readers~ Sorry about the delay with this chapter and that it's kind of short. Things went from rough to busy within a span of a few weeks so I haven't had much time to write. Also, after this chapter, everything I'll be writing will be pretty fresh, as in I hadn't written it beforehand. And now that the new semester will be starting soon, I have no idea of knowing how often I'll be able to update so bear with me.
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These stupid, pointless World Meetings were going to be the death of him…or the cause of WWIII at this rate.
Sitting at one of said World Meetings, Romano irritably rested his chin in the palm of hand, fighting between falling asleep and telling the potato bastard to shut the hell up since no one was paying attention to his boring politics crap.
To give a shit or to not give a shit…that is the question.
The Italian glanced around and realized that the other nations looked to be in the same predicament—many were struggling to stay awake or were anxiously staring at the clock or were talking and/or arguing amongst themselves. His hazel eyes rested on a familiar curly-haired brunette with striking green orbs that glimmered with friendliness and everlasting happiness. While looking at Spain as he cheerfully chattered with fuckface France, Romano felt his ice-encased heart melt a little and skip a beat like a girl's jump rope on pavement.
However, the Southern portion of Italy scowled and determinedly looked away. He and Spain have been friends (a title that Romano very, very reluctantly uses aloud, internally is a different story however…) for an infinite number of years, having each other's back in wars and conflicts and hanging out during and outside of meetings whether or not they had business with one another, yet something was up with the Spaniard today; he seemed to be avoiding Romano, only sparing a hurried greeting and a quick smile before spluttering out some bullshit excuse about needing to talk to Italy.
It hurt seeing Spain talk to his younger brother so amiably, and even more so that he seemed to prefer Feli's company to his. Not that Romano was surprised, most people did anyways. It just sucked watching Spain—Spain of all people—choose his loveable brother over him. Moreover, the perky Spaniard practically ignored him for the rest of the day so Romano was more pissed off than usual.
Currently, he was sitting next to Belgium and Netherlands, acknowledging them as some of the few people he could actually tolerate. He didn't bother paying attention to the potato bastard prattle on and focused on not staring at Antonio or dwelling on how hurt he was over the older man's treatment of him. To his annoyance, however, it was difficult, especially since he caught Spain sneaking glances at him once or twice, only to look away and flush a light pink the moment Romano glared his way.
Asshole.
Lovino bit back an exasperated sigh and gazed over at his idiot little brother. Feliciano was happily doodling on a sheet of paper when he should've been taking notes; yet, whenever the potato bastard glared sternly at him, Feli would happily smile at him with complete and utter adoration that would get the macho jerk to lightly blush and carry on.
Romano rolled his eyes. He'll never understand why Veneziano was so infatuated with that kraut—he smelled like wurst and potatoes and all he did was yell and he hardly ever smiled and he was a neat-freak and he spoke with a stupid accent and he always looked constipated and his brother Prussia was a pain in the ass and German tourists scare the shit out of him…
Oh, Lovino could go on…
But what sort of pissed him off was that even the by-the-book, military-oriented nation fawned over Italy just like everyone else did.
And where did that leave foul-mouthed, grumpy Romano? Oh yeah, stuck in the shadows on the crappy side of favoritism.
That thought made the tomato-loving country growl and feel just a bit lower about himself. He sunk in his chair ever so slightly and felt something jostle in his front pocket. His mind clicked at what it was before his fingers brushed it—it was the chunk of silver. Simultaneously, Spain's words ghosted in his head.
Silver is very hard to find, but when you do, you learn that it was well worth the search because of how valuable it is. Though to some this piece may not look like much at first glance, if you look at it closer, you discover that it's something truly special. You and this little slab have all that in common, Romano—never forget that.
Against his will, the Italian's cheeks flushed a pretty red, and he unconsciously sat up straighter. Spain could say the cheesiest things when he set his mind to it. Nevertheless, Spain's comments and the smile he had given him that day stuck with him and kept replaying in his mind, somehow managing to get him through the rest of the meeting. Soon, he found himself chatting with Canada during their lunch break (again, another nation he tolerated; the maple bastard just…got him sometimes).
"So how's your tomato garden doing?" Canada asked with his usual kind smile on his face. Romano noticed that he didn't have his talking bear with him today and briefly wondered where the forgetful pet was.
"Pretty damn good," Lovino replied as casually as he could, not wanting to give away that he was secretly satisfied with the topic. "I swear there seems to be more and more tomatoes every time I go out to harvest them. Not that I'm surprised since I take damn good care of them."
"Oh that's good, I'm glad to hear that," Matthew responded with a genuine smile. "Thanks for sending me some, by the way. It's very thoughtful of you."
"Don't get used to it, maple bastard; I just felt sorry for you since you have to go through life eating shitty grocery store tomatoes."
"Well, I'm glad I'm in no danger of that for the time being~ Thanks again, I-" Suddenly a blur of white and red unexpectedly tackled Canada to the ground, and the blonde went down with a yelp.
Romano flinched and stared down in shock at the Prussian on top of his Canadian friend that was squeezing him in a hug and nuzzling his neck. "Mattie~! The Awesome Me has found you!"
"G-Gilbert!" Matthew exclaimed, still somewhat startled. "Wha-what do you think you're doing, eh?!"
"What does it look like, Birdie?" Prussia lifted himself up just enough to smirk down at him, his mulberry-red orbs glowing with mischief and satisfaction. "I'm gracing you with my awesome presence! You should be honored because there's practically a line to get a glimpse of all this Prussian sexiness!" His smirk widened. "But since you're so damn cute, I'll make an exception. Hell, if you ask nicely, I can give you a full access pass if ya catch my drift~"
As Canada blushed, Romano managed to regain himself and growled at the albino. "Get off him, bastard, before I stick a potato down your throat!"
Gilbert glanced up at Lovino, and the Italian shivered ever so slightly as his grin curled in a knowing manner. Then he glanced back down at Matthew. "C'mon mein hübsche kleiner Vogel, let's get out of here and do something awesome! We need to leave Romano alone so Toni can make his move!"
"What are you…GAH! Gil!" Canada squeaked as Prussia abruptly picked him up and practically tossed him over his shoulder, keeping a strong grip on the back of his upper thigh (much too close to his rear).
"Kesesesese~ sorry Birdie, but the Awesome Me is kidnapping you whether you like it or not! Now let's go where you can get a closer look at my Prussian sexiness!" And before Canada or Romano could protest, Prussia rushed off and out of the room with the blushing blonde as his captive.
Lovino watched them go, blinking in shock and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that the maple bastard was just snatched up by the albino douche. That asswipe better not molest Matteo or I'm gonna roast that pervert's balls over a fucking fire. What the hell's his problem anyways?! What gives him the right to butt into conversations and kidnap maple bastards?!
As he internally grumbled and plotted the Prussian's demise, Spain suddenly approached him, appearing by his side. "U-uh…hola Romano."
The Italian automatically tensed up and whipped his head to look at the Spaniard who seemed nervous, fidgety, and somewhat sheepish. Now Lovino was planning on avoiding Antonio since the older man seemed content with ignoring him so he narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you want, jerk?"
Spain's fidgeting increased and he stuttered, "U-u-um well I, uh, was, um…"
"And tell your dickwad friend to leave the maple bastard alone, dammit!" Romano threw in angrily. "Canada doesn't need that kraut perving on him!"
At first Antonio looked confused until understanding lit up his orbs. "Oh right, sorry about Prussia, but I needed him to distract…" he struggled for a name (seriously, it's not that hard to remember!), "your friend so I can…s-so we can…" his tan face turned red, "so we can be alone."
Lovino raised an eyebrow and then recalled how potato bastard #2 said something about Antonio putting the moves on him… Is this some kind of joke? "Is this some kind of joke, bastard?"
Romano did not think it was possible, but Spain got even more nervous. "¿Qué? N-no, Lovi, I…I would never-"
"You sure? It seems like it," the Italian responded coldly. "Why else would you avoid me until now?" He tried hard to keep the hurt…uh, annoyance out of his voice.
The older brunette actually seemed remorseful about that, and he bowed his head. "I'm so sorry Lovi, I didn't mean to. It's just that I…I…I was really nervous about talking to you today."
…What. The Actual. Fuck? "You talk to me all the time, dammit—you rack up my phone bill! What makes today any different?!"
"W-W-Well, because I, um…needed to ask you something…"
Romano folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. "Seriously? You just needed to ask a question?"
"U-um…"
"Spit it out, jerk!"
"Iwantedtoaskyououtonadate,Lovi!" Spain exclaimed in a rush of breath, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing up automatically.
The Southern half of Italy didn't catch a word of that and furrowed his brow in confusion, attempting to puzzle out what he said. Figuring that he needed to elaborate, Antonio opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "I-I-I-I've been wanting to for a while, but I didn't know how you'd react or if you'd feel the same way or even if you swing that way but my friends, especially Francis, said that I should just go for it and I kinda figured they're right since I'm the country of passion and you know the saying 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' so I decided to go for it but I didn't know how to ask so I spoke to Feli earlier and got some advice and he said that I should just get you alone and just ask but I don't know I was hoping to plan something romantic but I wasn't sure if I should because what if you said 'no' then I would've done all that work for nothing so I decided that I should take your brother's advice and just ask but then I noticed that you were talking to that blonde guy so I asked Prussia to help me out and I guess he must like your friend because he was all too happy to distract him…and I just realized that he called him 'Birdie' and I thought that it was kind of funny since he didn't look like a bird to me and at least when I call you a tomato you actually look like one so-"
"Whoa, whoa slow down and shut up, bastard, before you hurt yourself!" Romano exclaimed, becoming increasingly anxious as he started getting an idea on what Spain was rambling about; he had his suspicions based on some of the Spaniard's comments, but he didn't want to believe it, there had to be some other explanation. "I have no idea what the hell you're saying!"
Antonio blushed and grew embarrassed. "Sorry about that, Lovi, I'm just really nervous."
"Yeah, I got that already."
"Heh, heh…a-anyways, I just wanted to…" Spain hesitated before continuing, "Before I say any more, I need you to answer a very important question as honestly as you can, okay?"
Something about the vulnerable yet intense way those radiant emerald orbs of his stared at him made Romano a bit nervous and somewhat self-conscious. He did his best not to show it, however, and attempted to answer as steadily as he could: "What is it…jerk?"
Another brief second of hesitation. "Do you hate me, Lovi?"
Of all the questions he had been anticipating, Lovino had not expected that one. His hazel orbs widened with shock, and his entire posture slackened on its own accord. His mouth opened then closed, and he averted the other's gaze for a moment, his cheeks tinting. What the hell?! Why would he ask me that of all things?! Do I…do I really give him that impression?
Strangely put off by the thought, Romano internally fought himself for a couple of moments before releasing a deep breath. "I-I…why would I…why would you think…I couldn't…" he sighed again, "no. I don't…necessarily hate you, tomato bastard. H-how…how can I? I-I can never…truly hate you."
God, admitting…uh, saying that made his stomach flip, yet it was undeniably worth it when looked at Spain's face; it was like watching the sun rise before your very eyes with the way the older brunette was glowing. The biggest smile exploded on his face, as if joy was created for the sole purpose of being a part of the Spaniard's entire being. "Really? You don't?!" When the Italian wordlessly nodded, Antonio let out a squeal of ecstasy and happily cried out, "My Lovi doesn't hate me! ¡Nunca he sido tan feliz!"
"D-Don't go announcing it, asshat!" Romano snapped. "Just because I don't hate you doesn't mean that I don't find you annoying!"
Spain blissfully smiled and didn't take the insult to heart (not that he ever does anyways). "Alright, I won't, but it'll sure make this a whole lot easier~"
"Make what easier?"
"…Lovi, will you go out with me? Like on a date?"
…
…
…Wait, what? If Romano had been caught off guard by Spain's previous question then imagine his surprise at this one. Did he just…ask me out?
Once it clicked that Spain had been avoiding him out of nerves and that he had actually asked him of all people on a date, Romano was struck speechless. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Feliciano beaming over at them and was giddier than usual, bouncing in place. Glancing back at the Spaniard before him, Lovino noted how his green orbs were bright with hope and had this subtle pinch of worry about being rejected.
With Spain looking at him like that, so hopefully and adoringly, Romano realized that there was only one way about this, only one way to respond, and he gave his answer.
He cringed when Spain whooped with utter joy, exclaimed something rather happily in Spanish, and then proceeded to hug him and swing him around in a circle while Italy cheered from a distance. Shit, why the hell did he say yes?
And no, it wasn't because he had been secretly wanting to go out with the Spaniard for a while, it's just that…well, err…uhh…dammit, never mind.
That's right, Romano, even you can't make up excuses for your feelings for Spain ;D
Anyone up for a Spamano first date? I'll try to have it up soon and I promise that it will be longer than this chapter! I pinky promise! (holds out pinky) See you guys next time :D
P.S Subtle PruCan! How did you get in there?! XD
Translations:
Spanish
hola-hello
¿Qué?-What?
¡Nunca he sido tan feliz!-I have never been happier!
German/Prussian
mein hübsche kleiner Vogel-my pretty little bird