I...never put this here did I? orz

For the kink meme prompt: Nation B (as a child) [America] meets Nation A [Romano] for the first time. Nation B quickly forms a crush on Nation A and tries to get their attention (like giving them flowers and such).

Pairings: America/Romano.

Enjoy.

"Spain!" Romano shouted, "I'm bored! This place is boring. Why are we here damnit?"

His caretaker just chuckled, "I told you Romano, we're on vacation at one of Boss's summer homes."

"Well, I'm bored," he pouted, "Take me back to Europe bastard."

"But Romano, look!" the Spaniard gestured wildly at the stunning scenery around them, "Isn't this place beautiful? I've been so busy lately and haven't been able to spend much time with you, so now we can finally have our relaxing Boss-Henchman Vacation! Isn't that great?"

Romano pouted and looked away. That was bullshit; he had heard stories of the small child roaming around these parts that everyone wanted a piece of. The fact that England was currently busy with other matters made their reason for being here all the more obvious.

"Come on Romano," Spain held out his hand to his little henchman, "Let's do some exploring!"

Reluctantly, Romano grabbed his hand and let himself be led away.

Three days later, Spain and Romano were fishing when Romano spotted a golden head peeking at them through the bushes. His reaction was to, logically, scream for Spain.

"Gah! Spain! There's a monster in the bushes!"

The head shrunk away as the elder nation looked over at the commotion. "What's wrong Romano?"

"There was…" he tried to think of something to excuse his actions, "a big green thing over there…with fangs. It looked like France."

Spain looked at him, confused, before glancing over at the bushes again, "An alligator maybe? Well, it's not there now…"

"I want to do something else now damnit," Romano pouted. His caretaker gently patted his head.

"Okay, the fish aren't biting today anyway," he grabbed the boy's hand and led him away.

Romano couldn't help a curious glance over his shoulder, and briefly saw a pair of blue eyes looking at him before they disappeared into the bushes as well.

The next day, Spain had to attend a meeting with the governor, leaving Romano in the summer home to tend to his own devices. Not wanting to deal with the servants looking down on him, he opted to wander around outside.

"So much for a vacation," he muttered, "Stupid Spain, you don't work on vacation damnit! Everyone knows that."

Romano wandered about and inwardly cursed everything around him until eventually he looked up and realized he had no clue where he was or which direction he came from.

"This is all Spain's fault, that bastard…" he started wandering even further into the untamed wilderness. "Damnit Spain! Notice I'm missing and come save me!"

The small nation continued wandering around the increasingly intimidating landscape until night fell. The moon and stars came out and shone bright enough for him to be able to see where he was going, but he was panicking by now, trying to keep moving in an attempt to calm down, but in actuality running in circles.

"Spain! This isn't funny anymore! Where are you?" he shouted, and stopped suddenly when he heard a low growl.

"S-Spain?" Romano didn't think it was Spain, since he never heard the nation growl before, but it was either him or an alligator, and he really didn't want it to be the latter. Unfortunately, fate didn't like Romano very much.

"N-nice Gator…" he said as he backed away slowly, "I don't know what you've heard, but Italians actually taste like shit…and are bad for the digestion…"

The alligator continued to stare at him, mouth slowly opening to show off its rows of teeth. Romano closed his eyes and shuddered. At that moment, he tripped on a rock behind him, falling flat on his back, and the alligator lunged at him.

So this is how it all ends, Romano found himself thinking, eaten by an alligator in New Spain…stupid Spain…

"Why don't you save me, damnit?" he cried out.

The alligator bypassed Romano, instead opting to attack a blonde head of hair that appeared just behind him. He could only sit there and watch as the small boy was torn apart by those vicious teeth, screaming in unbearable pain all the while. And by torn apart by teeth, he meant nuzzled by the snout, and by screams, he meant laughter.

Wait a moment…

"Hey!" Romano shouted, causing the alligator to turn and the boy to look up at him, puzzlement clear in his blue eyes, "Why aren't you being eaten?"

The boy and the alligator turned and looked at each other before staring at Romano again. "Why would he eat me?"

"Because it's an alligator and that's what alligators do! They eat people!"

The boy laughed at him, "He's not going to eat me. He already ate earlier."

The alligator growled softly as if giving it's conformation before slinking back into the shadows from whence it came, leaving Romano lost and alone with the strange boy.

The boy was staring at him with those big, blue eyes of his, making Romano feel uncomfortable, especially the way he was smiling at him.

"W-who are you?" Romano demanded.

The boy pointed at himself at replied, "I'm America. I'm under British rule. Who are you?"

"Romano. Romano Italy. I'm under Spanish rule."

"Spain?" America asked curiously, "Doesn't he like to spank little kids?"

"W-what? That's ridiculous. Where did you hear that?"

"England told me, and England wouldn't lie to me."

"Well, I heard England's nothing but a no good lousy pirate," Romano smirked, glad to get the upper hand, but regretted it once he saw the look on the boy's face.

"W-where did you hear that?" he asked.

"…Spain told me," he admitted after an awkward pause.

"Oh," America's smile was back, which made Romano happy for some reason, but still a little uncomfortable by the whole thing.

"Well, uh…I better get going…"

"Back to Spain's house?" Romano was probably just imagining the disappointment in his voice.

"Y-yeah…see you around," he turned off in a random direction and started walking.

"Isn't Spain's house in the other direction?" America shouted after him, causing the Italian to freeze and turn around to stomp off in the other direction.

"I knew that!" he snapped.

"Do you need me to walk with you?" the boy asked, causing Romano to freeze again.

"I don't need you to walk with me," he snapped again, "but…if you happen to come in the same direction as me, then there isn't really much I can do about that."

"Okay!" America smiled at him and ran to catch up. They spent most of the walk in silence, though every now and then America would point out a plant or an animal that was native to these parts and explain it to Romano, who promptly forgot everything. Eventually, with the boy's helpful guidance, they safely reached Spain's summer house.

"So, uh," Romano shuffled awkwardly, "I guess I should get going…"

America surprised him by wrapping his arms around Romano's waist and squeezing him tight in what could possibly be taken for a hug.

"C-can I come visit you tomorrow?" he looked up and asked.

"Uh…" Spain said he wouldn't be back until the day after, so, "sure, I guess…"

America smiled again, giving Romano that same uncomfortable feeling he'd been getting all night, "Great," he gave the Italian one last squeeze before pulling away and vanishing into the night.

Romano spent most of the afternoon outside in the garden, not because he was waiting for America damnit. He just wanted to be outside. Stop looking at him like that.

America did show up eventually, this time with a rabbit trailing not too far behind him and a rose in his hand, which he offered to Romano.

"What's this for?" he asked.

The boy just smiled, "It's for you," he stated, in case it wasn't obvious enough.

Che, the idiot probably didn't even know what the red rose meant, but he took the offering anyway, causing America to smile and that uncomfortable feeling to return again.

They sat in Spain's garden in silence for a while, Romano glaring at America and America just smiling and playing with his rabbit friend.

"So, what do you want?" the Italian finally asked him.

"I wanna play with you," America said with that smile on his face.

"No seriously kid, what do you want?"

The boy looked confused and stood to walk over to Romano and grab his hands, tugging him into a standing position as well. Romano looked suspiciously at him while he guided him out of the garden and off of the grounds, back into the wilderness where they had first met.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" the Italian asked.

"My house," America answered, "so we can play! Since you don't seem to want to play at Spain's house and England might get mad if I'm there too long."

"What?" Romano dug his heels into the ground, stopping their movement and forcing America to turn around and face him, confusion clear in his bright blue eyes, "I can't go to your house!"

The boy tilted his head to the side, "Why not?"

"Because," was this kid for real? "I'm a Spanish territory!" Romano declared, pointing at himself for emphasis, "I can't go to an English house…"

"But, England isn't there," America looked away for half a second before meeting Romano's eyes again, "I-it should be fine…right?"

Romano recognized the look on his face. It was a bit similar to the one he may or may not get whenever Spain leaves for an extended period of time. Not necessarily because he misses him, just it gets lonely being in that big house by himself sometimes…

"W-we can…play at Spain's house…if you want. Since Spain isn't home yet and stuff."

America smiled up at him, "Yeah, okay!" and led the way back to the summer house.

They ended up spending the whole day together, until well after the sun set.

"Um, can I come see you tomorrow?" the young colony asked hopefully as he snuck out the back of the garden to go back to his house in British America.

Spain probably would take his sweet time, and wouldn't be back until night, so, "If you want to…"

America smiled at him, starting up that weird feeling again, before sneaking out through the garden and disappearing into the night.

Good to his word, America showed up in Spain's garden the next day, this time with a necklace, a stone heart-shaped pendant attached to a string really, to present to Romano, who accepted it and placed it around his neck, not to make America happy, of course, but because free stuff is fun. It probably didn't mean anything anyway.

They played around in the garden again all day, until Spain announced that he was back from his trip, by sneaking up behind America, scooping him up into his arms, and hugging him close.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest little colony ever," he sighed as said colony started to struggle to get away, "You must be the America I've heard so much about, si?"

"Y-yeah…" he responded, nervously looking between Spain and Romano.

"Ah, how adorable! Say, since you're here and everything, would you like to become my little henchman too?"

"I don't think England would like that very much," he admitted.

"But it would be so fun! I could take you back to my house in Europe, and-"

Romano saw red at that, and expressed his frustration by kicking his caretaker in the shin, causing him to drop America.

"Romano!" he scolded, "That's not very cute at all!"

"B-bastard!" the small Italian shouted. He wasn't crying; he just had something in both his eyes is all. Probably was allergic to stupid Spaniards.

"Romano, what's wrong?" said Spaniard knelt down to comfort his little henchman. Romano noticed America give him one last look and a small smile of thanks (which did not make his heart beat a little faster) before slipping away, probably to head back to his own house.

"What's wrong with me bastard," he muttered to respond to Spain's question, "Why do you need him?"

"Romano…" Spain got that look in his eyes whenever he'd try to hug Romano, which is exactly what happened, "You'll always be my precious little henchman, but wouldn't it be fun to have more little henchmen for you to play with everyday?"

Now that the bastard mentioned it, playing with America everyday would be not that bad, but it's not like the kid would ever think about leaving England.

"Bastard," Romano muttered into his caretaker's shoulder, "He'd never go with you. You spank little kids."

"Eh? I do?" the Italian pulled away to see Spain looking horrified by that statement, "I must be some sort of monster…I'm so sorry Romano!" he squeezed his henchman all the tighter, "I'm sorry I ever hit you!"

There was only one thing to say to this kind of behavior, "Spain, you're an idiot."

Two days later, England inexplicable showed up at the summer house, looking for a fight. Apparently America had told him about the attempted kidnapping thing, and the Empire wasn't pleased in the slightest. He and Spain went upstairs and had a shouting match, involving some very colorful words in both Spanish and English, before England eventually stormed out, frustrated.

They went back to Europe the next day.

Romano and America didn't see each other again until after World War I, but that's another story…

Romano yawned and stretched after Germany finally dismissed them. God that potato head could go on and on about things nobody cares about.

"Hey Romano," speaking of idiots who could go on and on, "I need to talk to you for a bit," America pulled out and sat down in the now empty chair next to him.

"Can it be quick?" Romano asked, "It's almost siesta time."

"I just need you sign a few trade things," he said, placing said papers in front of the Italian, "No biggie, right?"

"Can't Veneciano do this?" he whined, causing the American to chuckle.

"He's, uh, busy right now. Your signature's fine."

Romano grumbled a bit more, but ended up pulling out his pen anyway and signing the stupid documents quickly.

"There? Can I go now?" he pushed the papers back at America, but realized the blond nation wasn't paying attention to them anymore, instead staring at his chest area. Or more accurately, the necklace he was wearing.

"Hey, what are you-" Romano sputtered out as the other nation grabbed at the little stone heart around his neck.

"Isn't this…didn't I make this for you a really long time ago?"

"Maybe," yes, that's the one, "I'm not sure," he didn't know America made it, just assumed he found a perfectly heart-shaped stone somewhere, "I-I just found it in some old things this morning and felt like wearing it," more like he's been wearing it ever since he first put it on, just usually keeping it under his shirt.

"Oh, really?" the younger nation's eyes grew distant and his lips quirked up in a smile, a smile that still made the Italian feel all fuzzy and uncomfortable. Suddenly he came to himself, blushed, and let go of the necklace to pull away from Romano, coughing awkwardly as he did so. "W-well it's nice, that you kept it for all those years, I mean."

"I didn't keep it," America was just a child then, a young colony, practically a baby, he had no idea what those things meant, "I just…didn't lose it," so why was he blushing now?

"That's still…nice," he flashed Romano one of those smiles before quickly getting up, "A-anyway, I've gotta go, and you need your siesta right? See you around!" America shouted over his shoulder as he speedily left the room.

"Wh-what the hell was that about?" Romano muttered as he rested his head on the conference table. There was no way America could actually…

"Ve, Romano," he felt his brother lightly shake his shoulder, "Are you sleeping here? You're always grumpier when you sleep at the meeting table…"

"I'm not sleeping," Romano said, "I'm just…thinking."

"Oh? About what?"

"…Nothing."

"Ve, well, since you're done, can we go? I've been waiting for you since the meeting left out and I really want to go home and eat something before siesta time because Germany was going to take me out tonight and-"

"Shut up idiot!" Romano snatched his jacket from the back of his chair and stormed out the door, brother following cheerily behind him, "We're leaving now!"

There was…no way America could actually like him like that…was there?

Some Reference Notes (you may skip these if you want):
-America is indeed Chibimerica.
-As for Romano, he's still a young child. Older than America, yes, but still young. Human age wise about 6-12. We're in the 17th-18th century. Why you ask?

Well, if you want to play the "When in History are We?" game:
-Spain started colonizing Florida in 1565. He loses it to England in 1763, gets it back in 1783, and sells it to America in 1819.
-England starts colonizing North America in the early 17th century, with his first successful colony at Jamestown in 1607. He loses his holdings in British America in 1776, when the 13 colonies do that whole revolting thing.
-Boss Spain losses control of South Italy in 1713 after the War of Spanish Succession.
-So, logically, this has to take place between 1607 and 1713.

As for the "Where are We?" game:
-New Spain was all of Spain's territories in North America. This includes California, the American Southwest (Arizona, Nevada, New Mexico, Utah, Colorado, Texas, and Oklahoma), Mexico, Central America (minus Panama), the Caribbean, and yes, Florida. The story takes place in Spanish Florida, if I didn't make it obvious enough.
-British America was all of England's territories in North America, including the 13 Colonies, Canada, and the Northwest Territory (modern day Ohio, Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan, Indiana, and some of Minnesota and Pennsylvania), although Canada and the Northwest territory weren't acquired until 1763, after the French and Indian/7 Years War. After the American Revolution, Canada became British North America instead.

Sorry I bored you with all that. You may continue with your lives.