This chapter is defiantly the needed Spamano after all those dates and everything that kept these two apart. Hopefully this is satisfying for all you guys. :D

Chapter 14: Fiesta

Well, things seem good that the date is postponed is his favorite outfit is washed and smell only little of the cologne and there's a festival that Spain would like to invite him. So luckily Veneziano is out with Seborga with what could be their hang out of flirting but now he has a call with his sister…

"Are you sure you can't work today? The mafia is always at its best with you in it…"

Sicily is always the sister that cared for Romano when they were married to now. She is similar to Romano where she doesn't let people in and only very few could and luckily and fortunately for Romano, he is really close with her. "Look Sicily," Romano tries to reassure in the phone, "I'm sure you can take care of a few traitors without my help."

"But I always want you to be at my side…" Strangely, Romano doesn't know why Sicily seem so attached to Romano. From what he had heard from a few men in the mafia, Sicily is said that she changes into a different person each time Romano is with or near her… "I know this sounds so selfish of me but I need you Italy… I need you to be here on my side for you bring the better of me like no one else…"

As much as Romano would love to be there for his sister, he didn't want to do what Spain does, postpone without any notice. "Sicilia…" Romano soon uses his tone that always wins in their little arguments, "I would love to help you and all but," Romano purposely emphasizes, "I can't just cancel right at the last minute. How would you feel if I cancel us hanging out like that?"

Soon Romano could hear Sicily sigh, understanding what he's saying, and soon, "Alright… But once you're done, you have to promise me to… give a kiss…" Of course Romano knows she would want a kiss, he always gives it to her on the forehead and cheeks, "And you have to hold my hand as much as you can with me…" Yup, Romano could do that, "And don't lose your virginity."

"Why the hell would I do that!" Now this request still embarrasses Romano to no end. He always questions why Sicily would request these and sometimes a hangout with them alone anytime Romano is too busy to help with mafia activities.

"Alright then, goodbye Italy, I love you…" Soon Romano hears the usual phone click as Sicily quickly hangs up. Romano didn't know why but Sicily always immediately hangs up after she said that she loves him. He always question if he knew Sicily enough since she always seem so secretive to pretty much everyone.

But of course, Romano has to get ready for his date… Not because he wants to, damn it!

"Lovi~! You came!" Of course Spain had to embarrass by yelling out loud for everyone to hear… And then Spain just runs up to him and actually publicly humiliates him by bear-hugging him right in front of passerby… Great… "I was so worried that you wouldn't come with me on this date~." And to make matters more embarrassing for Romano, Spain begins rubbing cheek to cheek with Romano as people are watching!

So Romano did what he has to do, he changes his hard head to Spain's forehead. It usually works since Romano has an incredible hard head that could and indeed hurt Spain's "airheaded-ness" and this time isn't any different than the others. Of course, Romano might felt a bit guilty that Spain is now whimpering in pain but the embarrassment of being publicly humiliated is still dominating.

"Let's just go to the damn fiesta or whatever." Romano grumbles, crossing his arms and trying to hide his blushing face. He really wishes that there's a cure for stupid blushes that make dumbasses teasing him that he looks a fucking tomato…

As always, Spain immediately recovers after those words are said. Immediately, Spain gives off a hopeful and begging look, wanting Lovino's approval. He knows he might be pushing it on Lovino but he couldn't help on worrying he might be losing his Romano to a competitor. So, he is fully ecstatic and joyful when Romano soon shows his forever adorable tomato blush on his cheeks and soon shyly lets out a shaky hand for Spain to take. And how could he decline such a wonderful invitation?

Quickly, Spain holds Romano's hand and could instantly feel the so-called electricity. For Spain, Romano's hand is the perfect combination to hold with. His hands are soft and delicate as if it's like a girl yet rough to detect Romano is indeed a man as well as being clumsy. It's not too small where people could easily believe Romano is a girl but not too big where it could fully give off that he's a man. Long and thin fingers that are wanting of intertwining where Spain gets to do (that and for pick-pocketing…). Warm palms contacting cold fingers that call out for warmth –and when they reach to the knuckles, the fingers always send that electricity… Spain remembers when Romano used to be so tiny and cute, though they were chubby and very little, for his hands were the same thing back then. And that is bringing joy and a smile on Spain's face. And when Romano grew up, the hands (as well as the rest of Romano…) turn into perfection…

Spain immediately smiles after feeling the electricity. Of course he has to lead Romano his fiesta, he can't ruin this date. So with a blushing Italian, Spain enters his fiesta. He could tell it's already in success with all tourists he sees and how they already enjoying it.

"So, bastard," Ah, how Spain loves Romano's voice, especially with the shyness in it, "What the hell are we doing first?"

Oops… Well, Spain actually didn't know how to actually start. He just immediately takes Romano to a fiesta because fiestas or any festivals are fun. Man, too bad France isn't here to tell (or really motion) him to do anything… But maybe they could try some food which is just behind the dancing ball from where they are from. Or actually they could dance then eat…?

"Hey, Lovi," Then again, Spain should ask Romano what he would like most, "Would you like to dance or eat first?"

Of course, Romano soon blushes and pouts, "It's Lovino, bastard. And I want to damn dance –n-not because I want to! I-I just don't want a damn stomachache, damn it!"

With Romano deciding dancing first, Spain intertwines the other as they reach to where all the dancing is taken place. Though Spain doesn't want to push Romano out of his comfort zone (well, that's what France calls it while giving advice from time to time), he wants to be close with Romano as possible as he can. Into the close embrace, Spain put them into the V-shape close embrace. The V-shape embrace where both dancers' chest is close, even closer than their hips pressed together. Both of their heads are just a few millimeters apart and so are their lips. Now, Spain may be a bit oblivious or what seemed can't read the atmosphere but he knows what he feels time from time… Spain really likes this position, especially with them very close to each other…

But Romano has different opinions. Well, he has to remind himself how tomato bastard postpone the stupid and how chick bastard (potato bastard number two became too boring and unoriginal and due to the said bastard is completely nuts over the chick that's Gilbird) did a maybe an okay date yesterday. So, Romano is suspecting extremely high expectations on tomato bastard –not l-like he's hoping or anything, damn it! Yet when Spain put him in the closest position in tango… Great, not only is he dancing tango again –hey, Romano likes to dance more than just tango –he is in a very, very, very, uncomfortable position that he absolutely does not like at all. And due to the extreme closeness, Romano reacts.

In a professional way of dancing, Romano pushes Spain off in the off-axis (or colgada) figure. Of course, Spain has to support him as Romano as he leans back for the hip-under colgada. This move has been something that Romano could like, a position where there's a good distance between faces and a very good damn chance of any unnecessary touching. But unfortunately, Romano could not stay in this position forever in the dance… And looks like Spain thought so as well since he pulls Romano back to their previous position and then takes the lead… And thus begins their dance…

Well, as Romano just follows Spain's steps to just a simple yet professional tango, Spain couldn't help but wonder what's going on in Romano's life. Well, since Spain has been busy and Romano had those meetings with his boss –and what seems to be a secret boss…, he couldn't help but be curious of what happened when he wasn't there…

"Hey, Lovi," Spain soon begins, "Did you have any dates when I was gone?"

Romano almost trips both Spain and himself on that question. Why, oh why, Romano immediately remembers all those damn hangouts and those dates and the rest he just fucking encountered with a nation… Oh how is he going to explain all of this –wait, why the hell should Romano tell the tomato bastard! I mean, sure the tomato bastard is a somewhat listener to Romano's problem (especially with Romano ranting on and on about Veneziano hanging out too much with the potato bastard…)… But there's still Spain being the dense idiot that he is, so Romano will just rant on while Spain smiles and be confused as he always is…

"Lovi," Spain soon interrupts Romano's thought process, "You're making faces…" Damn, Romano almost forgot that he sometimes makes stupid faces when thinking a lot… "Don't worry, Lovi, I believe all of your faces are cute~."

Cue the blushing that Romano's face is making a really bad habit on… And then cue the oh-so purposely foot of Romano ramming down on the poor victim that is Spain's foot. Spain could help but flinch and give off a pained face as the pain immediately happens. Of course, both Spain and Romano know they have to keep dancing when being part of the humongous dancing crowd.

And Romano has made up his mind that he'll just rant off to Spain. N-Not because he wants to talk to the tomato bastard, he just wants to get off his chest or whatever the thing was, that's all! "F-Fine, I made up my fucking mind, bastard. I'll tell you about everything that fucking happened to me got it?"

Spain nods in enthusiasm, "Of course, Lovi~."

"My name's not Lovi, bastard…" Romano mumbles while blushing even more. Damn it, why does Romano always blush almost anything that Spain does to him… Damn it, Romano has to remember not to get his fucking hopes up… "Well, I'll just first fucking start with the fucked-up day where I got gifts –you know, when I met you with that damn wagon?"

"Sì~!" Spain coos, though it may have never been one of his best days, for he actually gets to see Romano. And that's enough reason to say it's better than those days where he didn't get to see Romano. And that's enough reason to say it's better than those days where he didn't get to see Romano at all.

"Well," Romano begins, luckily, his blush is finally fading away, "When I got home, stupid Turkey came and barged into my house and fucking gorged on the sweets…"

One of Spain's eyebrow twitches after just hearing the name that's Turkey… Spain has always had that inner hatred to Turkey ever since he even tries to steal Romano. But to think that masked nation would even dare to set a foot on Romano's land… Ah! But of course, Spain has to be the ears for Romano, and maybe then torture Turkey later…

"And then…" Romano soon blushes a faint color of mixture of pink and red, "He gave me three decent tulips… Each had a different color and a damn romantic meaning…"

"Meaning? What do you mean meaning, Lovi?"

"Oh? You don't know about flower meanings?" Romano questions, "Well, I guess your land and people just focus on damn passion, not any of the romance crap… Well, I guess I have to explain to a bastard like you…"

At least Spain knows that this date is going well. An advice that France gave him is that when in a date, you must learn at least one thing about your date. Though Spain knows Romano due to taking care of him and being there most of the time, he didn't know Romano likes flowers. How he knows? Well, Romano is shamelessly telling him about not just the meaning of each tulip, but giving Spain information about the conditions of the tulips. And not just that, it took plenty of minutes of Romano telling incredible descriptions of tulips and then actually suggesting different flowers with the same meanings as the given tulips.

"Hey, Lovi," Spain interrupts. Of course, Romano glares at him because of being plainly interrupted and the tomato bastard called him Lovi. "Do you have a pen or marker that I can borrow?"

"Huh?" Again, Romano almost tripped himself. But seriously, what the hell does anyone would ask that? But yes, Romano has a damn pen. It's just a "borrowed" pen that he saw that a rich asshole had as well as his wallet… "Uh, yeah bastard, sure, it's in my back pocket."

Suddenly, one of Spain's hands left from its position and actually –Romano immediately blushes full on red and tenses up.

…How really…? How could Spain just dance like it's nothing when Spain's hand is now on his… on his ass! As they still do tango in the crowd, Romano could feel Spain's hand patting and squeezing his butt cheek! He couldn't believe nobody is actually paying attention to this! Here is Romano, a victim who's being sexually harassed or whatever, from Spain's groping hand!

"Other…" Romano barely hisses, as his shoulders are tensed up and trying to hide his extremely red face, "…It's in… in the other pocket… bastard…"

This time Spain blushes. And unlike Romano, Spain fully trips both of them. And soon, Spain begins the so-called "tango dominoes", where as both Romano and Spain fell to the ground, other dancers follow by tripping over the fallen couple and then to each other…

Let's just say… it is the biggest dancing "domino" event ever to happen…

Spain tries to talk to Romano, how he could know that Romano is embarrassed about them with the whole incident. Well, Spain may have been a bit –okay, Spain was fully flustered when he realized something. Spain had absolutely loved the feel of Romano's butt cheek… Yes, Spain knows he's in love with Romano but he didn't know he would actually… Well, sure, Spain is touchy-feely, especially to Romano but now… Now he actually wants to touch Romano's butt! Could he actually have gotten what Romano has said? He has gotten the French "pervyness"!

"Oi! Tomato bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you? You're having your damn nose bleeding! …And that stupid smile!"

"H-Huh?" It is indeed true, Spain does have a nosebleed. He didn't know why though. All he is doing is actually remembering both of those incidents and just remembering very specific anything that has to do with Romano… "Ah, didn't notice that… Oh! Is that a churro you're holding?"

Romano groans, of course, Spain completely ignores the obvious like the tomato idiot he is… Though the dancing is okay and then those stupid incidents came, Romano somehow felt happy. I-It's not like Romano likes Spain or anything! Of course, Spain soon grabs Romano's hand with the churro and eats the churro.

But soon Romano blushes, for what he sees… It looks like Spain is making Romano feeding him! That's a fucking hell no in Romano's comfort zone!

Romano yanks his hand away yet Spain now has the churro. Really, since when did Spain become, well… more pushy and touchy-feely? It's like something is damn going on that Romano doesn't damn know of!

"B-Bastard, why the hell did you do that for?" Romano stutters, feeling rather very violated. "What t-the hell is wrong with you! Y-You can't just make people f-feed you!"

Yet, Romano didn't suspect is soon Spain getting flustered rather quickly. His emerald eyes casting down to the floor with his head as well. His lips are in a weird squiggly line that Romano couldn't tell if Spain is either smiling or frowning. His natural chocolate so-called "bed" hair is becoming more disheveled by the second from the usual. His free hand is rubbing the back of his neck. And finally, a red blush that's barely noticeable from the tan skin he has is on his cheeks.

"L-Lo siento, Lovi," Spain soon says in a voice that Romano couldn't believe that's coming out from the usual cheerful personification, "As you can tell, I've been a bit pushy with you, mi tomate."

Well, Romano could feel his heart skip that unknown beat and another blush coming on his cheeks. He really isn't suspecting that type of response with the laid-back personification that's Spain. I-It looks sort of… cute… Wait! Did Romano just call Spain cute! That's not right! That's fucking wrong! I-It's not like Romano is attracted to Spain! Nope! Not one bit! Maybe a little –no wait!

"Lovi?" Spain soon recovers from being flustered and sees Romano with both fully red face and a funny look on his face. "Lovi, are you okay?"

Of course, Romano still has that funny look that seems to be a mixture of thinking rather deeply and glaring at the same time. Spain remembers France telling him about a similar look that was on England's face, it's the look of debating with his very own self about what France said is his feelings. Strangely, Spain is poking on Romano's cheeks now but he's getting no response from Romano. France did say that anyone who's debating with themselves can stop noticing reality. Well, Spain needs for the date to continue, he is actually going to confess to Romano after this date. France confessed –well actually, demanded –for Spain to confess to Romano. Of course, Spain couldn't help but be nervous of the soon confession and it seems due to his nervousness, Spain must have push Romano way out of his comfort zone.

And not only that, he doesn't know how to stop Romano from debating with his self! Poking Romano's cheeks isn't working as usual, for Romano didn't respond and yell at Spain. Spain already ate his churro and guesses Romano ate his fill since most of any tomato-based dishes disappeared after sometime when they went to the buffet… and before many people could go to the buffet… Though Spain would like to remember the cute faces that Romano makes when he was eating, he really has to make Romano snap out of it. Now… what to do….? Oh! There is that one!

"Lovi…" Spain soon coos, "Feli is hanging out with Ludwig again."

"What!" Romano soon yells, "Potato bastard is with Veneziano again!" Soon Romano, in a flash, covers his mouth with his hands. For two reasons: 1) he actually got attention from passerby and people who were confused on how a ton of food disappeared before really anyone came, 2) he said the nation name of his little brother. Though nobody would know who he was talking about, Romano made a habit to make sure that he keeps all of his siblings' identity into a complete secret as much as he can.

Spain chuckles in relief and in humor as Romano finally snaps out of it. Now he just needs to do just another event, well, because Spain is still afraid about confessing… So where should they go? This festival is just for one day only and he can't waste any time… Now, where-

"Venga uno, vengan todos! Los competidores, competir por la gloria, el dinero, y un beso de una doncella! En este caso, tendremos un concurso de... las corridas de toros!"

There it is!

"Antonio…" Romano groans, "What the fucking hell… made you motivated into… into this!"

Spain chuckles, when he heard the man telling a competition of bullfighting, Spain thought it's a perfect opportunity. It's a perfect opportunity where Spain could get at least enough courage to actually confess. That and maybe impress Romano with his bullfighting skills and maybe some affection from him. Soon, Spain waves Romano as he gets called to get ready for the competition, you know, all those rules, warnings, and the famous uniform for bullfighting… France did give a comment saying it looks good on him, especially around his ass… Maybe the matador uniform could help him impress Romano as well.

Romano sighs. He seriously didn't know why the fuck Spain just immediately enter for the bullfighting –isn't that shit is, I don't know, illegal? I mean, sure, Spain is the so-called master of bullfighting but that sport or whatever is fucking dangerous! I mean, it isn't l-like Romano worries about the tomato bastard! He's… He's just worried about how all those stupid people who are going literally mess with a raging bull and… Okay, that sounds nothing like Romano… Romano sighs once more. Okay maybe Romano-

Romano's cell phone soon rings. Since Romano isn't use to his phone ringing rather loudly, Romano jumps and frantically looks for his phone. When finally getting his phone and seeing who it is, Romano couldn't help but smile. Soon, Romano answers it.

"Italy… I have eliminated the traitors and I just want you to know, that's all."

Ah, Sicily… Romano could never really be annoyed at his little sister. There's also Sardinia who's really cute and strangely, people get crept out by her… Of course, Romano is getting off-topic but he can't help but actually opening to liking his sisters.

"I was wondering, Italy, if you are done with your date. But due to the background noises, I can tell you're still in it…"

"Sicily," Romano begins, "I know you don't want me in this date but we already talk about this."

Romano could defiantly hear Sicily sigh in aggravation, "I know but it's just I can't stand you on a date with anyone, Italy."

Romano knows Sicily cares about him a hell lot but doesn't know why she's so clingy and especially why both Sicily and Veneziano hate each other so much… "How about instead of focusing of that damn problem, why don't you tell me about the mission accomplish."

Romano knows that Sicily will talk about since being with her so much. "Well," Of course, Romano is correct, "The traitors that we have is erased…" aka they're fucking dead. "Are a drug dealer with a possible gold digger and a model with him that all are planning to rip off the mafia. They have all blamed numerous mafia members with either drug overdose or caught with drugs or any illegal substances that all victims are sent in prison of numerous years."

Well, nothing too dangerous from them for Sicily to handle… "So, what did you do to…"erase" them?"

"Simple, Italy. The model was going to a certain part of land that is the bastard, Spain." Seriously, Sicily seems to hate Spain a lot for some reason. Romano doesn't know what made her that way –well, maybe Romano must have rant off too much of the tomato bastard… "She's supposed to be a so-called "maiden", who's supposed to give a kiss of a bullfighting event in a one day festival." …She couldn't mean-

"¡Qué! Ella no puede venir!" Yup, that sounds like it…

"Italy? Is there something wrong?" Shit, how is Romano suppose to tell that-

"Es por allá! ¿Eres una chica?"

"Italy? Who was that?"

"No importa, puede ser la recompensa!"

"Wait! What the hell are you –CHIGI~!"

"Italy? Italy? Italy!"

"I AM NOT WEARING THAT DRESS! …OR THAT FUCKING CORSET!"

Spain couldn't wait for the competition! From what he's hearing from outside, it's already a huge crowd for the bullfighting competition… Well, Spain doesn't know exactly where his Romano is yet he believes (well, hopefully thinking and wishing) that Romano is actually watching somewhere in the seats… Especially since Spain is wearing a very familiar matador uniform and he is really and actually fighting with a fully real raging bull, he really hopes that this will impress Romano…

"Ladies and gentlemen," Spain could hear the announcer booming in Spanish, "Today, we shall begin our traditional bullfighting!" Spain could hear the roaring crowd if both locals and tourists, yup, defiantly a lot of people… "Let's bring the brave men here!"

Well, here it comes. Spain and the other men walk outside as the blinding light first go stubbing at their eyes. When the eyes have finally adjust, all men soon have their eyes wide and mouths are either dropping or smiling. Spain even whistles a bit, for all the competitors see the crowds is surrounding them almost in a full circle, sitting in those wooden benches and cheering for the soon entertainment. Indeed, it is an incredible amount of people who are watching… However, Spain is searching, searching for Romano.

Spain is both confused and devastated. Where's Romano? Where is he? Why isn't Romano in the crowd? What happened to Romano? So many questions are going through Spain's head of the well being that's Romano.

Of course, the announcer unknowingly answers those questions. "But before we begin, we have some news." All silence came, as all ears are listening to the announcer. "The maiden that is originally supposed to kiss the victor has been delayed…" Spain could hear some of the audience and some of the competitors disliking it out loud, the so-called "maiden" must be famous or something… Wait! Spain has to kiss a woman! Oh no! He forgot that is in part of the awards as well! How is he going to capture Romano's heart when he's going to cheat on him! Oh no, what is he going to- "But! We have a replacement!" The crowd just claps, confused and some disappointed, while some of the competitors groan or pout.

However, Spain became curious for some reason… Who exactly is the replacement? Then again, where's Romano?

"And… here she is!" Strangely enough, the so-called "replacement" isn't moving or really, actually appearing… Spain tries to once more to find Romano while the crowd is silently snickering as the announcer just stands there, waiting for the replacement to appear… Of course, soon enough, the announcer begins marching out of anyone's view and then… "Yes, you are going there! No, you are not running away! Would you- Would you stop! STOP STRUGGLING!"

Well, what Spain didn't suspect is he now knows where Romano is and why he isn't in the crowd… And why his nose is bleeding for the sight he sees…

Romano is in a skirt… a very short skirt to wear when you're a male… especially when you're Spain looking at his Romano with the said skirt…

Well, the skirt is just a tight black leather one that just barely is touching Romano's kneecaps and revealing plenty of his leg appeal… That tan skin looked like it's shining from the sunlight and even though Romano is a man, it seems his legs are hairless and maybe waxed. Well, Spain knows he's having that weird smile and another nosebleed going down from his nose and dropping off from his chin still… And then Spain looks at Romano fully…

A lot of extensions on his hair that it looks thick and rather puffy yet just barely touching his shoulders. A make-up blush of pink dusting on his cheeks with mascara on his naturally long eyelashes and what could be lip gloss on his lips. There is a black leather choker around Romano's neck to make him more feminine it seems and working quite well~. Also, Romano is wearing fake yet very realistic breasts with that corset he's wearing… While Romano is wearing a leather skirt and choker, the corset seems to be the only thing that's not made of leather. Instead, the corset is a dull brown that's shining just a bit in the hips section (giving Romano hip appeal as well) and a black bow on with its strings up vertically into that diamond pattern rather than on the usual back place… Dios…

And as Spain looks around, he could see he's not the only one wither smitten or ogling or checking out or really, doing anything that has to do with their eyes on Romano in that lustful way. Spain could feel anger bubbling in and rooting inside of him as he witnesses all of the unworthy humans looking at his Romano… Of what's his and never will be theirs…

Oh, Spain isn't going to let any of them win… He isn't going to hold back, not one bit… And right after that, he's going to confess.

I do not know if there's still bullfighting out there or if there's even a competition for bullfighting…

When I was writing this, I was originally planning to make Spain confess on this chapter, yet I soon had ideas of introducing Sardinia, seeing what's going on with other people, and a conversation of France telling what England has "explained" to him about the spell and more.

I hope you guys have like the Spamano in this chapter –though, it doesn't seem to be enough or really, much… *sulks...*

But! All in all, thank you for reading and please, review and vote. :)