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Nearly half a century passed filled with people losing their shit over nuclear weapons for a while (which Feliciano took very seriously and ran to the macho potato's place every time he heard so much as a loud noise of any kind) and hundreds if not thousands of World Meetings where nobody got jack-shit done. Things were rapidly changing for all the countries, and everyone usually kept to themselves and were treating one another with uneasy cordiality—some were friends or allies while others were awkward or tolerated one another. The year was 2005 and with 5 years into the new millennium, anything could happen.
That seemed to be the case with Spain who had an announcement to make. On a particularly hot, sunny day in July, he insisted that the next World Meeting be at his place because he had something to say. None of the nations particularly cared if the conference was relocated so they agreed and met up at Spain's place.
However, Spain was too excited about his news so he blurted it out once there were at least a few people around to listen, including Romano. "Sorry to have kept you waiting! Men can now marry each other!"
The few countries that were actually there had mixed reactions, yet for the most part seemed impressed. Romano raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised, but otherwise merely shrugged and took a bite of his pizza, uninterested. Gay marriage has been a subject of hot debate among most countries so it wasn't all that shocking when a nation's people finally made up their minds. Apparently Spain and his citizens were among them, and the tomato bastard was pretty excited, judging by the fervent, ecstatic look in his eyes.
In fact, those olive-green orbs glanced over at him to see his reaction, and Romano immediately flushed a bit under his attention and looked away, taking a rather forceful bite out of his pizza. Things between him and Spain have been, well, relatively normal, minus the occasional fluttering of his stomach and rapid beating of his heart whenever the tomato bastard was around. Regardless, Romano tried to ignore this and chalked up the stomach fluttering as indigestion and the rapid heartbeats as irregular palpitations. That damn Spaniard must be cursed, obviously…
"Ehhh? Congratulations!" Romano was pulled from his thoughts at his brother's exclamation.
Austria glanced up from his newspaper, eyed Spain, and snidely inquired, "Is that so? And do you have any plans to marry?"
Just as Romano was glaring over at the Austrian prick for being, well, a prick, he was startled to see Spain look over at him, his tan face turning the lightest shade of red. He then stuttered out, "Hey…Roma…umm…"
Lovino's eyes widened, and he momentarily forgot how to breathe. I-Is he…did he really just…
Oh gods, the tomato bastard was actually proposing to him. What sort of twisted shit was this?! Spain can't just ask him like that! They haven't even gone out on a date…and no, he didn't want to anyways (just because he had a recurring dream of it doesn't mean he actually wanted to…it was a goddamn recurring nightmare!). Time froze as his heart began to race, err, as those heart palpitations returned. Oh damn, how does he respond to this?
The few nations that were actually there were now looking at him, wanting to see his answer. Antonio looked at him expectantly as his eyes still glowed from excitement of his announcement, though he still looked very nervous. Then it dawned on him. Of course. He's just asking for the hell of it. I mean, why not since he actually can.
The thought allowed him to quickly regained himself and put on an expression of indifference. "Minimum three free meals and a nap with pasta." There we go—he didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. Now it was Spain's move; whatever he did would determine things (because there's no way in hell that they're getting married…because Spain wasn't being serious…).
Spain's glittering expression dimmed ever so slightly, and he suddenly looked awkward. "Ummm…"
France abruptly burst out laughing and clapped Spain on the back. "Ohonhon~ better luck next time, mon ami! It looks like Big Brother France is still popular worldwide!" He said that with a wink sent towards Romano, Italy, and Austria.
You wish, fuckface.
Spain softly pursed his lips as his cheeks flushed a light scarlet. "Ah…even though I was that popular…"
With the moment now over, Austria took that moment to roll his eyes and say, "Please. You were never popular to begin with."
"You're one to talk, Roddy; you wouldn't know popular if it hit you in the face…and I know this for a fact since I've kicked your prissy ass before! Kesesesese~!" The nations looked over to see Prussia standing in the doorway, smirking, while Germany stood behind him, face-palming.
"Ve~ Luddy!"
"How dare you, you ignorant Prussian hooligan!"
"I think you mean awesome Prussian bad ass!"
"Get off me, Italy! Cease with your damn hugging!"
"Ohonhon~ looks we have a lot of unresolved sexual tension around here! I wonder if I can get in on any of it~"
"Ew, shut up, Francey-pants! Like I'd be into this stupid aristocrat! His boringness makes my awesomeness throw up a little!"
"What awesomeness are you referring to? You're about as awesome as an out-of-tune violin playing the Kreutzer Sonata in B-major rather than in A-major and minor."
"Shut up, prick! You're just jealous of my infinite awesome! You're so lame and unawesome that you can't even make a good joke!"
"Good jokes were invented in Korea, da-ze~"
"Damn it, Italy! I said get off!"
"What up, dudes! America the all-conquering hero has arrived!"
"Out of the way, git! You're blocking the whole damn doorway!"
"Bonjour Angleterre~ I thought I heard the pitter patter of tiny Englishman feet~"
"Nah, man, I think that's just Iggy's eyebrows. They tend to rustle when he walks."
"Da, they do, don't they~"
"Nice of you to show up, commie!"
"What did you just call Big Brother, pig?!"
As more and more countries trickled into the meeting, they added in their own dose of chaos until the meeting was a mess of disorder and mayhem…before the meeting even actually started. However, only two nations remained silent to the pandemonium around them; Romano silently observed the others with an annoyed expression as he finished off his pizza while Spain was deep in thought with a disconcerted countenance upon his face.
As Romano waited for someone to maintain order, he quickly glanced over at Spain who happened to look up again and catch his eye. He flushed and immediately broke the contact. Stupid tomato bastard with his stupid marriage proposals…
To his surprise though, Antonio awkwardly walked over and stood next to him. Feeling rather uneasy himself, Lovino looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Spain opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, and opened it again to say, "Uh…hi Romano."
The Italian furrowed his brow and somewhat nervously replied, "Err, hi?"
A moment of silence ensued between them before Spain spoke up again, "I'm, uh, actually surprised to see that you're not cussing out Germany for talking to Italy." He indicated to the two nations now as the blonde was yelling for order while trying to shake off the bubbly Italian happily clinging to his arm.
Though the sight made Romano glare, he shrugged. "I'll deal with them later, I don't feel like it now. Besides, that wine-drinking bastard friend of yours is near them and I don't feel like being groped." Currently the fuckface was preoccupied with arguing with the British bastard, but he couldn't be too careful; that pervert practically has a radar for defenseless individuals who aren't expecting their asses to be grabbed. "I'll just get revenge on the potato bastard later." He has the fake mustache in his pocket right now with every intent to use it later.
"Ah, I see." A pause of contemplation. "Look Roma, about earlier, I-"
"Hey Spain, hey Romano~!" Both nations turned to see Belgium standing in front of them with a pretty smile and a bounce in her stance. "I'm sorry to bother you guys, but it's important." She gazed at Spain and said, "I just wanted to let you know that I was in the kitchenette right now and I noticed that the machine holding the churros wasn't working. It sort of shut off and won't start up again."
Spain's eyes widened with panic. "Ay dios mío! I can't have the churros getting cold! This truly is an emergency! ¡Perdóneme!" Then the Spaniard instantly took off in a panicked sprint out of the room and presumably to the kitchenette.
Romano watched him go with an odd mixture of bemusement and annoyance before rolling his eyes. Belgium giggled at this and said, "He's funny when he's flustered, huh?"
"If by funny you mean idiotic, then yes, he's funny."
Belgium chuckled again and quipped, "You know, he's not the only one who's funny when they're flustered~ Do you still want that kiss on the cheek, Romano?" She playfully winked at him as he flushed with embarrassment. "Oh don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But you might want to ask Spain if he can do that for you instead. I'm sure he'll be glad to~" Romano felt himself grow warmer and ignored the jolt of excitement, uh disgust, that trailed down his back at the thought.
However, before he could even splutter out a coherent retort, Germany shouted, "EVERYONE NEEDS TO SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP SO WE CAN GET THIS MEETING OVER WITH OR SO HELP ME I WILL THROW YOU DUMMKÖPFE DOWN A WELL WITH NOTHING TO EAT BUT BRITAIN'S SCONES! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" That threat was definitely heeded because almost immediately everyone stopped fighting with one another and practically dove for their assigned seats, sans England who grumbled indignantly yet shuffled towards his chair nonetheless.
Belgium paled ever so slightly and gave Romano a quick farewell before scuttling over to her seat. Though he was still very much frazzled, Romano numbly went to his assigned seating and sat down, wondering when the hell the world decided to conspire against him.
Not too long after, Spain burst back into the room, exclaiming with happiness that the churros were okay, and appeared to be back to his normal, cheerful self. Then he proceeded to make the announcement of his country legalizing gay marriage again, except minus the spontaneous proposal towards Romano (who was grateful for that). Once everyone threw in their comments or congratulations on that, Spain also happily declared that his citizens were planning to celebrate later that day with a food fair and fireworks in the evening and that the nations were all invited for the fiesta. Most of the other countries were utterly thrilled with the promise of a good party ahead.
The meeting then went on as it normally did (where basically nothing got done and many of the nations got into fights), and soon it ended with everyone heading back to their hotel rooms to get ready for the celebration. Romano and Veneziano shared a room, and the former was annoyed to discover that his little brother had scampered off while he had been taking a shower.
It was upon this realization that had Romano grumbling to himself as he put on a new outfit. Damn it! Feli ran off to hang with that macho potato again! When I get my hands on them…grr, where did I put that mustache?! Once I find it, that German bastard won't know what hit him!
Romano was pulled from his growling by a knock on the door. I swear to dio if that's Feli or the potato breath… He stomped over, flung it over, and snapped, "What?!"
Spain blinked at the 'greeting' yet smiled a second later. "Hello Lovi~ How are you?"
Though Lovino was mildly put off by the ridiculously grinning Spaniard standing before him, he quickly recovered and scowled. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were planning on going to the fiesta later. Are you?"
"I hadn't planned to, but I think I might if not to keep my idiot brother away from the potato bastard. I won't be surprised if they end up going to your stupid celebration thing together."
For some reason, his answer got Spain to smile just a bit brighter. "Really? That's great!"
"How is it great that Feliciano is being corrupted by that stupid German as we speak?!" Romano snapped.
Antonio lightly chuckled and put up his hands in appeasement. "Oh no, not that. I meant that it's great that you're going to the fiesta at all! It's going to be a lot of fun! There's going to be lots of food, music, dancing, flags colored like rainbows, marriage ceremonies between men, and pretty fireworks later!"
"Yeah, whatever, what's your point, jerk?"
"Well," the former conquistador drew out the word as he leaned on the doorframe, "I was hoping that since you're going that you and I can go together and hang out~ What do you say?"
For a moment, Lovino felt his heart stop and then pick up speed as he processed the question. What do I say? "Um, yeah sure, why not?" What the hell?! I didn't mean to say that! "I-I mean, only if you help me separate my brother and Germany! That's the only reason why I want to go! Got it, tomato bastard?!"
Spain beamed with joy as he ecstatically bobbed his head in agreement. "Sure, sure, yes, no problem! I can definitely help with that! C'mon!" He then unexpectedly grabbed Romano by the wrist, pulled him out, shut the door behind them, and started leading them down the hall. "Oh Lovi, we're going to have so much fun! What should we do first?!"
"Let go of me, bastard, before I rip your arm off!" Romano immediately yanked his arm back despite that the Spaniard's touch gave him a rush of jolts that electrified throughout his body. "And this isn't going to be fun, we're on a mission, dammit! We've gotta find my fratello before that potato-sucker brainwashes him to become a smelly German!"
"Sí, sí, of course~" replied a giddy Spain. "We'll find Italy before you know it and I know just where to look first!"
"Where?" Romano asked as the two stepped into the hotel lobby and approached the exit. "Please tell me that wasting all those years with the albino bastard has given you some sort of sixth sense when it comes to douchebag Germans."
"No~" Spain grinned even brighter while he opened the door and held it open for him. "But if there's one thing I know about Feli, it's that he loves food. So that's why we should check out the food fair!" Romano strolled through the door and outside and was met with a magnificent sight.
The streets were adorned with an infinite amount of decorations of all sorts of bright, vibrant colors. There were streamers connecting one streetlight to another, flags hung everywhere possible, confetti scattered all over the ground, food stands set up and selling a plethora of culinary choices, music blaring from both stereos and live bands, people were streaming into the streets to celebrate, and balloons were strung everywhere, raging with activity that ranged from leaping along the ground to floating up to the heavens. All in all, it was as if the whole country was a hopping fiesta; and it might as well be with the way Spain was grinning with excitement and was bouncing in place as he assessed Romano's reaction.
The Italian took in the scene before him with widened eyes and a slightly agape mouth. "Damn…your place has gone mad."
"I know, isn't it amazing," Spain happily chirped as he took the other nation by the hand. "Let's go and take in the sights, shall we~" Pulling Romano along, he maneuvered them through the throng of people and general excitement. Distracted by the loud, jubilant festivities, Lovino unconsciously allowed himself to be pulled along while he absorbed the view with awe. Everywhere he looked there were smiling faces of individuals having a splendid time, and there were numerous same-gender couples walking around and proudly presenting public displays of affection with their significant others.
"Are you hungry, Lovi?" Romano pulled himself from sight-seeing and focused on Spain whose smile seemed permanent.
Once he recovered from the brightness of his grin (damn him and his bright smile!), he considered the question and absently nodded. "I could eat."
Inclining his head as well, Spain led them over to a stand that sold chicken and ordered them a plate of wings. As they waited for their food, Romano took another look around the vicinity, his brother and Germany somehow forgotten. He took note of all the couples and watched them with interest.
At some point, two Spaniard men noticed them holding hands, beamed with pride, and held up their own linked hands in victory. Though their gesture didn't really register to Spain who merely smiled back at them, Romano furiously blushed and removed his hand from the other's. That certainly caught Antonio's attention as he raised an eyebrow. Regardless, he didn't comment and merely collected their food.
After handing Romano a plate of chicken, the two ate and walked around the place in companionable silence. Eventually, they passed a church where they witnessed two Spaniard women getting married; they walked out of the chapel hand in hand, both of them wearing beautiful white wedding dresses, and when they kissed, the crowd attending the ceremony loudly applauded. Spain happily joined in the clapping. After a moment's hesitation, Romano did so as well, only in a lot more self-conscious manner.
If he had to be honest, being around the wedding made him feel a bit uncomfortable, yet only in a sense that it reminded him of earlier with Spain's spontaneous proposal. Thinking of it now made him blush, his heart flutter, and nervously shift in place. Damn that tomato bastard for making things so damn confusing…
Spain somehow sensed his discomfort and looked uneasy himself. He gazed directly at Romano, cleared his throat, and seemed to fight for the right thing to say. "Hey Lovi, we need to talk about earlier…I-I'm sorry for proposing to you. I don't know what came over me, really. I was just so happy and excited to share the news that I wasn't thinking clearly. I just…I don't know, I…err…" Spain struggled with himself for a moment and grew increasingly flustered.
Lovino's hazel orbs widened and he felt his heart race for some weird reason (since when the hell was he allergic to chicken?!) before he got ahold of himself and scowled. "Don't wet yourself, bastard. I get it."
Antonio blinked, his lush-green orbs swirling with confusion. "You do?"
"Yeah, you asked for the hell of it, right? You obviously didn't mean it because you were so excited about the whole gay marriage thing that you asked that stupid question before you could really think about it…as usual, you never think things through."
Spain blinked some more and then slowly nodded in agreement. "Sí…I think you're right. Like I said, I don't really know what came over me. I guess I was just so excited that it just came out. I didn't mean to propose to you."
Romano scoffed and glared at the ground. "Of course you didn't. No one in their right mind would ask for my hand." Oh shit, he didn't mean to add that last part in. Great, now he sounds like some insecure teenage girl who's just putting on a pity performance to get her crush's sympathy (not that he's in any way shape or form a teenage girl and Spain was sure as hell not his crush…).
He instantly regretted speaking at all when Antonio's eyes widened with shock. "No, no Roma, I didn't mean it like that. It's not that I don't want to marry you…because I mean, who wouldn't want to marry you? You're smart, funny, cute, beautiful, independent, and you are a truly remarkable person, an absolute gem~ The person who shares your heart would be a lucky person."
Romano felt himself blushing at the Spaniard's genuine smile that went along with his genuine words, and he was suddenly brought back to that moment as a kid when his then-caretaker gave him that piece of silver, the same one currently resting in his pocket. For a moment, he didn't know what to say until he managed to look away and mutter, "Shut up, jerk. Stop being creepy."
Spain chuckled. "If that's what you wish~" The two then silently watched that same couple as they posed for pictures and nuzzled each other affectionately in-between each flash of the camera. After a while, Spain spoke up again, "Say Roma, I have a question for you if it's not too much to ask."
The Italian's eyes flashed with panic. "If you're going to propose again, then I swear I'm going shank you with this chicken bone!" He instantly brandished a rather sharp-looking wishbone threateningly at the Spaniard.
Antonio heartily laughed and shook his head. "No, no, I swear I'm not going to propose this time." He waited until Lovino lowered the 'weapon', suspicion still glinting in his eyes. "No, I just wanted to ask about your opinion on gay marriage. What are your thoughts?"
Romano wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but that wasn't it. His hazel orbs widened a fraction and his mouth hung open a bit. "Why do you want to know?"
"No reason—I'm just curious," came the nonchalant response along with a shrug of a pair of broad shoulders.
Huh…what do I think of it? Romano glanced over at the newly weds and then allowed his gaze to roam over the numerous same-sex couples milling about. He noted how happy they were and how they looked so adoringly at their partner. Lovino imagine them all as a married couple, able to marry the one they love because it was allowed, and what that could mean for them: it opened up a range of possibilities that involved moving in together, having a family together, and just living the rest of their lives together. He imagined them all wearing silver or gold wedding bands that spoke loudly of their dedication to one another, the promises they intend to keep, and their undying loyalty to their significant other.
Who would've known that such a simple law could make such a difference in the lives of so many people?
"What's there to think about?" Romano found himself saying. "It doesn't bother me and it sure as hell shouldn't…or anyone else for that matter. Everyone who isn't a total asshole deserves to be happy and all that jazz, and if that means getting married to their lover that happens to be the same gender as they are or whatever, then so be it. I don't see why they can't."
The noises of celebration surged around them, creating a colorful whirlwind of sound and cheer, yet it was all ignored by the two nations that couldn't take their eyes off each other; it was as if the whole world had melted into a canvas of watercolors that had dissolved into one another. Spain was looking at Romano with an odd mixture of surprise and thoughtfulness while the latter was wearing his usual frown.
Eventually though, the Spaniard's staring made the Italian uncomfortable and he squirmed in place. "Well…aren't you going to say something, bastard? Or were you expecting something different?"
It took a moment for Spain to regain himself and he felt a fond smile slowly sprout upon his tan face. "Not at all—I wouldn't have wanted you to answer any other way."
{~/~/~}
To Spain's delight, he and Lovi spent the entire afternoon and early evening together. It appeared that Roma had forgotten all about searching for his brother and Germany and was distracted by the festivities. The two had walked around taking in the sights, sampling some good food, congratulating gay couples (well, Spain did anyways; Romano was more content with awkwardly offering up lines like 'yeah, congrats or whatever…'), saying hello to any nations having a good time at the fiesta, and just enjoying the celebratory scene and each other's company.
Soon, it was getting to be around the time for the fireworks and Spain had an idea. He turned to his companion and jubilantly stated, "Lovi, I have a surprise for you~!"
"A surprise?" inquired the Italian. "What kind of surprise?"
"You'll see~ C'mon!" Then he grabbed ahold of Roma's hand and began leading them through the throng of people. He ignored it when he felt Lovi stiffen, too excited about his destination to focus on that.
It took several minutes before they reached his intended goal and Spain stood before a very familiar spot, beaming with pride. Romano blinked up at the structure, turned to him, and said, "…This is your place, tomato bastard. Why the hell would you take me here? It's not like I haven't been here before or did you forget that I practically grew up here?"
Spain couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, I'm very well aware of that. But this isn't the surprise; it's close by though." He smiled at Romano's befuddled expression before pulling out his house keys, opening the door, and leading them within. He allowed Lovi to take a moment of nostalgia—which was quite apparent in his scowling hazel orbs though he didn't say anything—as he closed the door behind them and then slowly escorted them through the hallways and up the stairs.
After a series of twists and turns and more stairs, Antonio eventually guided them up into the attic. He could more sense than see the confusion in Lovi's countenance, but he kept silent as he led them over to a window.
"Alright, I'll bite—what the hell are we doing up here?"
The former conquistador had to hold back a chuckle as he responded, "Well, the fireworks are set to start soon and I thought we'd have a better view up here." Then without another word, he slipped out the window and landed on the overhang of his roof. He heard Romano curse in Italian before warily following him out. He extended a hand to his companion who scowled at him and kept his hands to himself. Not at all bothered, Spain continued to lead the way up the roof, carefully watching his footing, until they reached the flat surface of the very top.
He watched Romano struggle to make his way up, seeming somewhat nervous over being so high. He's so cute~ Chuckling, Spain reached over, grasped Lovi's forearms, and lifted him the rest of the way up. His tomate cursed some more and glared vehemently at him as he was placed next to him.
By now the sky was glowing a golden pink and purple as the sun was slowly beginning to sink into the endless horizon. Streetlights and decorative lights were gradually being turned on while the world began to darken into early evening. Nevertheless, the people weren't bothered and continued their celebration; some were even settling on curbs, on top of cars, in parks, and other places to get ready for the fireworks. From their spot, the nations could easily see the vibrant colors, the glimmering lights, and the exuberant faces of the happy people roaming about the area as if they were watching a painting smolder with life. Spain felt his heart swell with pride over the beauty of his country and looked to Romano to see his reaction.
His breath caught.
Romano was looking down at the city with fascination and awe, his hazel eyes glowing beautifully and his mouth slightly open in an expression of wonder rather than a scowl, a rare sight in itself. Moreover, the setting sun's ethereal incandescence casted upon the Italian and seemed to set his chestnut locks on fire in passionate flames. Those locks were slightly brushed over his face as the wind whispered on by and gently caressed his bangs. The light of the slumbering sun basked its smile upon the Italian and revealed some flawless sun-kissed skin that begged to be touched and explored.
For probably the first time in Lovi's presence, Spain found himself blushing rather it being the other way around.
The source of his flushed face didn't seem to notice this as he glanced down at the city with wonder. "It's…it's beautiful," he murmured breathlessly. He uttered this so genuinely without a hint of sarcasm or ridicule that not only did it get Spain's cheeks to redden further, but it got his heart to stop then rapidly start up again. His Roma was just full of surprises, first with his statements on gay marriage and now this. He was seeing a few different sides of Lovi, and he alternated between feeling in awe that they even existed and flattered that he was lucky enough to witness them.
When Romano turned back to him, Spain jolted slightly when it occurred to him that a comment was expected of him; he opened his mouth and found that he was struck speechless so he wordlessly nodded instead. Lovino raised an eyebrow before shrugging and looking back towards the horizon where the sun was nearly done setting. "So when are the fireworks gonna start? It's getting darker and I don't want to be stuck with you all night long!"
The Italian's comment managed to get Spain to shake off the strange feelings that had taken hold of him (actually, that kept taking hold of him whenever he was around Lovi lately…), and he lightly chuckled. "They'll start as soon as el Sol takes his siesta and la Luna and las estrellas decide to greet us instead~"
Lovi gave him one those deadpan stares of his. "You're being corny again. Don't you ever get tired of it?"
"Not in particular, no~"
Romano snorted and then turned his attention back to the horizon. "The sun's almost down."
Spain nodded and leaned back to get comfortable. "Sí, it is. The fireworks should be starting any second now~"
Both nations silently counted the seconds until the sun slowly sunk down and the sky around them dimmed like the lights in a theatre before the movie starts. Once a dark blue blanket of stars coated the sky, that's when the first firework went off. It was a flaring jolt of bright green that shot up into the air and exploded into a ball of streaming sparks. Almost instantly the crowd of people below erupted into thrilled cheers as more and more colorful fireworks went off in an array of fiery flashes and boisterous twinkles.
Spain and Romano watched in awe at the spectacle and the former internally congratulated himself; their spot truly gave a spectacular view of the show. The fireworks were beautiful as they lit up the twilight sky with vibrant colors. Antonio wore a huge smile while he watched and then looked to Lovino to see him with an expression of glowing reverence and amazement, each burst of color magnificently illuminating his features. His right arm was hugging his knees while his left was stretched out next to him so that his palm was pressed against the roof.
For some reason, Spain found himself staring down at Roma's hand and he impulsively reached out and grasped it in his own. Lovi emitted a light gasp and his eyes quickly darted down to their linked hands. He then looked up to him, but Antonio had taken his gaze away and returned them to the fireworks, as if he were unaware that they were holding hands.
He expected Romano to pull away and loudly curse at him, calling him a 'perverted tomato bastard' or something along those lines; heck, he even half-expected the feisty Italian to shove him off the roof. However, to his complete and utter shock, Lovi turned away and continued to watch the fireworks as he interlocked their fingers. The moment he did sent a surge of warmth that tingled throughout his entire being and he unconsciously held that hand a bit tighter.
Neither of them said a word as the fireworks exploded into the sky, igniting a raucous round of applause with each new pattern or color, and they enjoyed the rest of the show in comfortable silence. And yet, amidst the contrasting sensations of the cheers of the crowd and the quiet drifting of wind and internal thoughts around them, so much was shared between them that they didn't even realize it.
All they knew was that they didn't want the fireworks spectacle to end because that would mean that they would have to let go of each other's hands…and neither had an excuse to keep holding on.
As I'm sure most of you can tell, I based this off the webcomic. How could I not?! That moment between them was too cute and I laugh at Romano's response every time XD
Alright, I think I'm done for the day. Stay tuned for the next chapter :D
Translations:
Spanish
dios mío-my god
¡Perdóneme!-Excuse me!
Sí-yes
tomate-tomato
el Sol-the sun
la Luna-the moon
las estrellas-the stars
Italian
dio-God
fratello-brother
French
mon ami-my friend
Bonjour Angleterre-Hello England
Russian
Da-yes
German
DUMMKÖPFE-idiots