On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords-a-leaping
Nine ladys dancing
Eight maids-a-milking
Seven swan-a-swimming
Six geese-a-laying
Five golden rings
Four calling birds
Three French hens
Two turtle doves
And a partridge in a pear tree
Now, where on earth was that flute coming from? It wasn't a bad sound, really, just… well, where the hell was it coming from? Hell knows Spain couldn't play an instrument other than the guitar and Romano only knew how to play the piano. So unless there was a flute-playing burglar or a mutant rat that grew opposable thumbs, there was something weird going on.
…other than the… burglar…or …mutant rat…
Yeah…
…
Anyway, the flutist had to be somewhere. Flute sounds don't just play from nowhere. There was either a person or a CD playing it somewhere. And it wasn't coming from the kitchen, bedroom, front door/yard, basement, attic, or library. (Well, the library that Romano knew where the exact location was) Romano was really hoping that the sound wasn't coming from farther in the house because Romano honestly wasn't sure if he went down, he'd find his way back. There was quite literally, a 50/50 chance of him getting lost. This house was huge. And that's not even mentioning the secret passageways, hidden rooms, and secret compartments. Those were everywhere and most of them Spain wasn't even sure of where they were anymore. Most of them Spain hadn't even used.
Which is why Romano really didn't want to go through the whole house. And for some reason, he hadn't seen Spain since lunchtime. They ate together while looking out at the snow in the backyard and just talked about what they would do on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. After all, Romano had to go to the midnight mass service at the Vatican. However, Spain wasn't too keen on the idea of staying up until after midnight to listen to some guy talk in Latin for x-number of hours. Although Romano was lucky because he would be able to get into the church and get in the front row without having to wait in line like everyone else for 3 hours. And even after Romano practically begged (in his own way) Spain still wouldn't budge on not going. Which made Romano rather sad, but he couldn't really force Spain to do something he really didn't want to. After all, they weren't married. Although Romano hoped that that would change sometime in the near future. They have been living together for the past century.
Turning around, Romano realised that he must've taken a wrong turn, because he had no idea where he was. He was looking for the music room, because Spain had mentioned once that there was one, with a piano, violin, cello, and apparently a harpsichord, along with other instruments. So it wasn't really that odd for Romano to think that maybe the flute was coming from in there. However, Romano probably should've thought about how on earth he was suppose to find that room when he'd never been in it before. He was only going on Spain's 'Oh, just go left at the picture with the daisy in it, then go right when he see that red vase [but most of the vases in the house are red] it's the one that's tall [most vases are tall] don't worry, you'll know it when you see it, walk down that hallway for about a minute [wait, your pace or mine?] oh it doesn't matter, and then it's the door on the left with a golden handle. [All the doors in this house have golden handles!] No, no! This one is really gold! Because no one ever uses that room anymore!'
Yeah, that's pretty much how that conversation went. Can see why Romano would be lost.
Sighing, Romano was tempted to just sit in the middle of the hallway, right there, and just yell until Spain finally found him. But at the same time, Romano really wanted to find that god damn flute! It wouldn't hurt to keep going on, but if he did keep going on, Romano really wasn't sure if he'd find his way back or just get anymore lost.
"Lovino! Where are you?"
Strike that last one, looks like Spain was going to find him.
Walking the direction of where he heard Spain, Romano followed his voice in the opposite direction. It's a good thing Spain found him, otherwise Romano would've definitely gotten more lost.
"I'm here Antonio! Wherever that is!"
Suddenly, a very familiar Spaniard poked for behind a corner and started walking towards romano. "Ah, there you are, mi amor. I was wondering where you went, it's nearing 11,after all." Spain reached forward and grabbed Romano's hand. Which was rather unnecessary, since the moment Spain informed Romano that it was almost 11, Romano practically started running down the hallway. Then again, it was a good thing that Spain was holding Romano's hand, because Romano probably would've gotten lost again.
After walking down endless hallways and taking more turns than Romano had even thought possible, they made it to the main level that Romano knew like the back of his hand.
…Well, maybe not.
Anyway, when they made it to the kitchen, Romano broke their hand contact and went to grab the car keys. He had about a half-hour drive before making it to the Vatican. Romano then left the kitchen in favour of finding his coat, although he didn't have to walk far.
Spain was standing at the front door with Romano's coat in his arms. Walking towards Spain, Romano couldn't help but smile. It was just like Spain to take care of him like this. Taking his coat and putting it on, Romano was about to quickly lean forward and give Spain a peck, but Spain had other ideas. Instead, he cupped both sides of Romano's cheek and kissed him passionately, distracting him while he nudged the slightly propped open front door with his foot. When Spain broke the kiss, he stared into Romano's eyes and then broke out into a smile. It was then that Romano realised that there was a flute sound coming from outside. Confused, Romano slowly looked away from Spain. His mouth immediately fell open.
All along the walkway, there were at least 11 guys, all wearing red and green coats that went every-other, each playing a flute. Looking back at Spain, Romano just stood there speechless.
Laughing, Spain just kissed Romano again and led him out to his car, walking down the aisle of flute players. Or, now that Romano was closer, he could see that they were each playing a pipe. One of those olden playing pipes. It was just…amazing.
When they hit the car, Romano still couldn't figure out what he should say. It was just so romantic and crazy and so totally Spain.
As Romano was placed into his car by Spain, Spain quickly gave Romano a peck and pulled back only far enough so that their lips were only a centimeter or two away and whispered, "Do you like it?"
Well geez, how was Romano supposed to answer that one? 'No, Antonio, I hate it. That's why my mouth has forgotten how to work and I can barely walk by myself.' Duh, of course he liked it. Actually, like would be an understatement. Love would be more correct. This must be what the tenth day is. Romano decided that he'd rather be surprised then already know what he was going to get from Spain. That would make Christmas more fun.
But luckily, Romano was able to get his mouth to work to respond back to Spain.
"Yes. Yes Antonio. I love it."
In a flash, a large grin made it's way on top Spain's face. Quickly pressing his lips to Romano's, Spain was clearly trying to suppress his happiness. "Oh good. Actually, great! How great! I'm so glad you like it!"
Spain's sudden bout of nervousness didn't go unnoticed by Romano. Quickly kissing Spain to calm him from…whatever, Romano said with as much emotion he could muster, "I love you, Antonio. Don't ever forget that. Everything you do makes me happy, alright? You don't need to worry."
A very sincere smile graced Spain's face. "Thank you, Lovi. That means a lot to me." At that moment, Spain happened to glance at the clock on the car. "Oh! Lovi! You have to get going, don't you? Okay then, I'll see you when you get back, sí?"
"Yeah, I'll be home around 2? Maybe, if everything goes smoothly."
"Okay, bye-bye Lovi. Te amo."
"Ti amo, Antonio."
