It was a great night. It all started out with Spain and Romano going to a quaint restaurant where the food was delicious. Spain and Romano ended up splitting a Paella. Even though it was small, Romano still had to wear a simple disguise. They laughed together at Italy and Germany getting their date crashed. Although Romano wouldn't admit to it being a date, it was a great date.
Then they went to a movie and all hell broke loose.
Not the film's fault. It was amazing and had Spain in tears, but the people in the theater with them had to ruin it for them.
Romano's 'disguise' was a pair of sunglasses. So naturally they thought he would be able to take them off when watching the movie. Nope. Of course, somebody had to recognize him. How they noticed in a dark theater was beyond Spain.
"Quit your crying! Your tears are getting into the popcorn," Romano whisper yelled to Spain.
"But it's beautiful! She loves him, but her long lost sister is his ex-wife and her cousin who's also his mistress just recovered from her coma and now had amnesia," Spain's lips quivered. "Also, if she pursues him, she won't be able to chase her dream of being a dancer because his brother, a major influencer in the dancing community, said that unless she goes out with him, he'll make sure she never gets a job."
"I'm never taking you to another soap opera." Romano playfully rolled his eyes.
"But Lovi," Spain teased and booped Romano's nose.
Romano wrinkled his nose. "Bastard." He swatted at his hand.
"Aww, how cute!" Spain said.
"Shut. Up." Romano blushed like a tomato.
"You know it's true," Spain cooed.
That was when Spain noticed the camera.
Not too far away, someone was taking pictures of the two countries on their phone.
"We have to go." Spain pulled on Romano's arm.
Romano shook his head. "Quit being so dramatic. What's wrong? Something stuck in your teeth?"
Spain leaned close and whispered into Romano's ear. "Seven seats to your right, someone is taking pictures of us."
Romano glanced over. "Shit! You're right."
They excused themselves as politely as possible, which is hard when Romano kept grumbling about where people could shove their complaints. Some of them are so creative Spain nearly bursted out in laughter.
Finally, they exited the theater.
"How much do you want to bet that those photos will be plastered all over the internet by tomorrow morning?" Spain asked.
"Tomorrow morning?" Romano raised an eyebrow. "Tonight by the latest."
Spain laughed. "If I win, we do this again?"
"And if I win, you come to Italy, and no soap operas for a month."
"Deal." They shook on it.
Romano cursed.
"What's wrong?" Spain asked.
"Paparazzi," he pointed down the street where several news vans were pulling up. "Someone must have called them."
Spain held out his hand. "Shall we run?"
Romano rolled his eyes and took his hand and took off.
They ran down the street hand in hand. So far, they hadn't been followed, but who knew how long that would last.
"Looks like you're going to win the bet," Spain said.
"Yeah." Romano ducked out of the way of a banner. "Got a problem with that?"
"No. I heard Italy is nice this time of year," Spain teased.
"Bitch, I'm nice all times of the year!"
Spain snorted and had to stop running to catch his breath. "Yes, you really are."
Romano blushed furiously. "Quit playing, idiota!" He shoved Spain.
Spain blew a kiss and Romano turned even more red.
Unfortunately, they were interrupted by vans turning down the street they were on. Luckily they found refuge in a nearby flea market. They hid by immersing themselves in some really cool pottery. They ended up buying a few pieces they found interesting along with a hat for Romano.
Sunglasses and hat back in place they walked hand in hand through the flea market pointing out interesting things they saw. They spent another hour just walking, laughing, talking, trying to find the most ridiculous things.
"That's you." Romano pointed to an abstract piece of pottery with colors that would make France faint.
"And that's you." Spain gestured to a bouquet of dried flowers.
"Are you saying I'm dead?"
"I'm trying to say you're pretty."
"Yeah, right."
"I have an apartment nearby, if you'd like to drop your stuff off," Spain trailed off. "Then maybe we could get some dessert?"
Romano failed at suppressing a smile. "Sure, why not. It's not like I have anything better to do."
After dropping off their souvenirs, they treated themselves to some ice cream. Spain had managed to get some on the top of his nose and was trying to lick it off when Romano took his napkin and wiped it off.
Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when paparazzi vans appeared out of no where.
They took off running again. Spain groaned. "Why can't we catch a break?"
"Down here!" Romano pulled him into an alley. Just their luck, it was a dead-end. Romano found what appeared to be a janitor's closet, picked the lock, and pulled Spain in.
Bad news, there wasn't much room to move around. Good news, Spain and Romano were super close.
"Sorry for ruining the date," Romano said, uncharacteristically sad.
Spain gasped.
"What?" Romano snapped.
"You called it a date!"
Romano's eyes widened. "Oh shit!"
"I knew it! You're my boyfriend and not even you can deny that you love me!
"Fine, fine." Romano rolled his eyes.
That night, they retired to Spain's apartment and watched themselves on the news.
"Oh my God! Could this take any longer? How many more idiots have to board this stupid plane?" Romano complained.
Spain put an arm around Romano. "Ah, Lovi, just relax!"
"I'll relax when I'm back home." Romano crossed his arms.
"What did you get for everyone?"
"I'm giving those pottery pieces to Veneziano and Seborga, and I'm giving that potato bastard whatever crappy food they give me on the flight. If we ever get into the air!" If it wasn't clear, Romano was not happy.
"Lighten up Lovi. This will be fun!"
Behind his sunglasses and hat, Romano scowled. "Easy for you to say. You'll be on vacation."
"Don't worry, I expect that my tour guide will get some time off to show me the best places."
"If he doesn't I will throw a fit."
"You'll do that either way."
"You bet your ass I will."
Hey guys! It's only been what, two years since I last updated? Oh how time flies. Anyways, it's good to see you again, please review. One of the things keeping me sane during quarantine is all your nice reviews. Y'all inspired me to write more of this. I'm going to try to update one a week. We'll see how long it lasts. I one in progress for next week, after that, who knows.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I hope that my writing has gotten better. (I've been working on it)