Hah, I kept my promise this time~ A new chapter posted in the time I said. *high fives myself*

Also, just a head's up, I edited some things in chapter 10, 14, and 16. Not much, but I'd check the author's notes for a complete explanation.

May the Fourth be with you all~!

"Oh Silvia, I'm so excited! Lovi should be here any minute now!"

Spain grinned when the grey little ball of fluff meowed from her perch on the kitchen counter. He was currently kneading some dough, intending to use it to make for homemade pasta and churros. His Roma had agreed to come over for a few days and was set to arrive sometime after a meeting with his boss. In fact, Spain had just gotten a text from his feisty Italian informing him that he was on his way.

"I feel like I never get to see him anymore! When he and I go on dates, we can only see each for a couple of hours. We're both just so busy, and our countries need us! Gee, it's tough being a nation sometimes. You're lucky you're a gato, Silvia. You get to do and go wherever you want. That must be swell~"

Silvia meowed and stretched.

"You said it! But it's okay for now because Lovi's staying for more than a few hours! Oh it's going to be so nice having him stomp around here again! Aren't you excited to see Lovi again?"

Silvia actually perked up, walked over to the Spaniard, looked to him with hopeful blue eyes, and purred against his arm. Spain chuckled and petted her. Although Silvia clearly liked him, it was pretty obvious that she adored Lovino. Even if Antonio mentioned the Italian, then the cat would purr and look around as if wondering if he was nearby.

"Since your room was once Lovi's room, you two will have to share. But I don't think you'll mind, right?" Silvia continued to purr. "Sí, I thought so. You two will get to be cuddle buddies for the next few days~"

He mentally swooned at the thought of his tomate cuddling with the cute cat. If he gets the opportunity to take a picture of that image, then he would definitely seize it.

Spain suddenly perked at a thought. "Oh, that reminds me. We'll have to take down your picture for a little while. C'mon." He scooped up Silvia and walked them over to Romano's old room.

He had dubbed this room Silvia's and set up all of her things inside. Although Silvia almost always slept in his bed, she often trotted into this room to nap or for some alone time. Spain hung up Romano's painting in there so that Silvia would have a nice view. It seemed that the cat really liked the picture. Spain would often catch her staring up at it, utterly transfixed.

Upon entering the room, Silvia immediately looked to the painting and meowed.

Spain chuckled as he gently took it down. "I know, I love this too. But if Roma is going to stay, then we'll have to take it down for a while. Knowing him, he'll be so embarrassed that I kept this for so long. We'll hide this in my room for the time being."

Then Spain took them to his room and slid the painting under his pillow. If he were to truly be honest with himself, he would sleep in Romano/Silvia's room on his bad days just to seek comfort from the painting. It never failed to ease his restless slumber and put him at peace.

Spain smiled to himself at the thought of having that comfort so close by for a few days and cuddled a purring Silvia. "Now let's go back to the kitchen. I'm going to continue making food while you get to eat some of the fish I got for you."

He walked them into the kitchen, put some fish into Silvia's bowl, and began to work with the dough again while she ate.

Spain glanced at the clock and beamed. Oooh~ Lovi will be here soon! I can't wait!

The Spaniard spent the next hour preparing the noodles and churros and had just popped the latter in the oven when he heard a series of furious knocks. Beaming with delight, Spain immediately rushed to the door, flung it open, grabbed his guest around the waist, and twirled him around.

"GAH! What the fuck?! Put me down you bastard!"

Spain did no such thing and held on to his Romanito for as long as he wanted, pressing kisses onto him. "Lovi! Boss is so happy you're here! I've been anxious for you to come all day!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not my boss, dammit?!" Romano shoved him off and stomped inside, carrying his luggage behind him. "Are you that much of a dumb ass that you can't even remember?!"

Span heartily chuckled as he closed the door behind him. "Oh here, Lovi, let me get that for you." He quickly grabbed his boyfriend's luggage and headed for his Roma's old room. "Sit down while I put this away." A snort was all he received as a reply.

When Spain returned, Romano was sitting on the living room couch and petting Silvia. The cat was sprawled across his lap, purring in his presence.

Spain lightly chuckled as he sat down next to them. "Silvia has definitely missed you. She was excited that you were coming."

"And how would you know that, jerk?" Romano grumbled. "Did the Greek bastard teach you how to speak cat?"

Spain was quick to pick up on his Lovi's dryness and noticed that the usual bite in his voice was gone. Reminded of their first date and how the Italian restrained his usual snappy attitude, Spain wondered why his tomate was holding back again.

Then he noticed the other's eyes were languid and there were shadows under those tired eyes.

"Lovi…are you alright?"

Romano's head snapped up to look at him, and he scowled. "What kind of a question is that?! Of course I'm fine! I'm fucking peachy!"

"Are you sure? You seem a bit tired."

His beloved Italian glowered at him for a few moments before he let out an exasperated sigh, shoulders slumping. "That's because I am tired, dipshit. You won't believe the kind of day I had."

Spain pulled Romano against him and made them comfortable. "Well, I'm all ears. Tell me all about it."

That ignited a rant from Romano who spent several minutes describing his day—from being rudely woken up by noisy neighbors, to having had to rush through his morning routine after spending a considerable amount of time yelling at said neighbors in order to make the meeting with his boss, to having spent several hours going over politics and being borderline-scolded by his boss about his 'work ethic.'

Spain sympathized with his Roma, recalling many meetings with his countless bosses that ended up dragging out and him feeling not so happy by the end of it.

Despite that all the nations were so diverse and most shared tense relations, they all could admit to sharing the unfairness of practically being slaves to their country.

Keeping that in mind, Spain gently hugged Romano close and pressed a kiss to his head once the Italian finished his rant. "Lo siento, Lovi. It sounds like you had a tough day."

"No kidding," Romano muttered as he leaned against the Spaniard. "I haven't had a chance to take my siesta today and the emotional capacity to not cuss out my boss is tiring as hell, so I'm exhausted."

"Would you like to take a siesta now? By the time you wake up, I'll have an early dinner ready."

"Nah, it's fine, I'm solid. I just want to relax for the next few hours." Spain had to fight back a coo as Romano willingly cuddled him. "Do I smell churros?"

"Oh! ¡Sí, sí! Those are definitely churros you're smelling! I just popped them in the oven! We can have them for dessert after dinner! Oh wait, are you hungry now? I can start cooking now if you're hungry! I just made the noodles, so it might take a bit to make the linguine allo scoglio, but no matter! I can go out and get us something if you're hungry now!"

"Chigi! Calm down! You're going to send yourself into a seizure if you keep talking that fast!" Romano snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Since Silvia jerked her head up at the Italian's loud voice, he lowered it when he continued, "Relax. I'm not hungry yet. Just…" His face turned red and he averted the other's gaze as he muttered, "Just keep doing what you're doing now…"

"Oh, you mean cuddling you?" Spain's smile brightened as he carded his fingers through Romano's hair. "Yes, I can definitely do that." He briefly paused as an idea occurred to him. "Or better yet…"

He gently turned Romano around so that the Italian was facing away from him and began massaging his tense shoulders.

Roma initially stiffened and gasped at the touch but eventually melted into it. Silvia must've wanted to help Lovi feel better too because she relaxed on Romano's lap and purred.

"There you go," Spain said. "Nothing is more relaxing than getting a nice massage. Once I'm done here, I'll get your back and feet. Then we'll have some churros…and a cannoli too. I can make that for you! While we eat, we'll just sit here and relax and cuddle. I'll pop in a movie for us. We'll just spend the rest of our day doing absolutely nothing…well, at least you'll be doing nothing. I'll be cooking for you and taking care of you today, mi tomate. Just say the word. Your wish is my command."

Romano stiffened once more before turning to look at him. The confusion in his bright hazel eyes softened his scowl. "Why would you…why are you so…?" Romano trailed off and looked away, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Why am I so what?"

"…Never mind. I think I know the answer anyways."

"The answer to what?"

"…I was going to ask why you'd be willing to do all that for me, but I think I know what you're going to say."

Spain thought it over before coming up with, "Does your answer have anything to do with me being a 'sappy bastard' by any chance?" He teasingly smiled, and his heart triumphantly flipped at the hint of a bemused smirk on Romano's lips.

"Basically." Romano shook his head as he turned back around and leaned against Spain's chest. The Spaniard responded by wrapping his arms around his waist. "You can do all of those things if you want. Like hell I'm going to stop you."

Spain chuckled and kissed the back of his Lovi's neck. "Just try and stop me." Delighted at the shiver that travelled through his boyfriend's body, Spain kissed his Roma's neck again and then his ear. "Although, I'd rather you didn't so that I could do what I wanted."

It was a brazen line to use and had one of two outcomes: either Romano would get angry and punch him, or he'll enjoy it and pretend that he didn't. Either way, the Italian would blush and get flustered, and Spain would love to see that.

He took pleasure in the way Romano predictably reddened and stuttered incoherently, a classic sign that he was flattered.

He pretended that he wasn't though with a scoff and by muttering, "S-Shut up, jerk…"

Spain chuckled yet refrained from teasing further. He loved flirting with his Lovi. He not only loved to see how Romano reacted to his words, but he enjoyed making him feel good. After all, Romano was a strong, smart, handsome, independent young man and deserved to know as such.

Although he was patient, he couldn't wait for the day that he showed his Roma just how special and gorgeous he thought the Italian to be.

After kissing Romano on the back of the head, Spain asked, "So, would you like for me to continue the massage, mi tomate? Or would you like to watch a movie? I've got a bunch."

Spain was surprised and enchanted by Romano's hum of contemplation, having rarely seen the Italian so calm before. "You mind continuing the massage? I love my car, but sitting in the goddamn driver's seat for a few hours can be a bitch on my back."

"Of course," Spain replied as he began working his hands on Romano's back. "I should've offered to drive you and bring you here myself so that you wouldn't have had to drive so much."

"Shut it, jerk, it's no big deal. I don't mind driving to your place. Hell, I was actually looking forward to coming here all week…because I have nothing better to do! Don't think I actually wanted to see you! Don't assume things, you bastard!"

Spain couldn't hold back a coo of delight as he hugged his boyfriend close, ignoring the other's spluttering. "Oh Lovi, I was looking forward to see you too! Time just couldn't go by fast enough! I'm so glad you're here now, and I hope time slows down while you're here. I want each minute with you to last!"

Romano turned to face him. That unreadable expression on his face had returned, and Spain tried to determine what was going through his boyfriend's mind.

He couldn't figure it out, so he was a bit stunned yet pleased when Romano gruffly chuckled and shook his head. "Damn, you're just so cheesy. You make it real hard for me to forget that I love you, idiota."

Those words hit Spain with enough force to shock him into place; his hands halted their ministrations and his breath caught. Initially, his heart seemed to have stopped too, but then it rebooted with extra power in its pumps. In fact, if it weren't for his heart rapidly knocking against his chest, he would've assumed that this was a hallucination.

…

…

…Lovi has never told me that he loves me before…

Sensing Spain's stillness, Romano stopped chuckling and looked to him with mild shock and annoyance. "What? What's your deal, jerk?! What's your problem?!"

For once, Spain had nothing to say, rendered speechless by those powerful words spoken from his Roma. Even if those words weren't holding him hostage, he wouldn't know what to say anyways.

The two sat staring at each other for a while until realization eventually hit Romano. His eyes went wide at the revelation, and his cheeks paled then reddened.

"O-Oh…Oh shit! I, um, didn't…I only meant that…oh goddammit! This never happened! I-I-I'm going to bed!" Romano abruptly stood up, startling Silvia as she jumped off and landed on her feet, before bolting out of the room.

Spain made no move to stop him and eventually the telltale sound of a door slamming jolted him to regain control of his limbs. Blinking, Spain turned around to stare into the hallway and briefly wondered if Romano ran to his room.

Silvia was clearly disconcerted and meowed before trotting off after the Italian. Spain wordlessly got up and followed her. She eventually stopped before the door to her/Roma's room and scratched at it, mewling in confusion.

Ah…so he did go to his room…

Spain dazedly sighed as he picked up Silvia and carried her back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and began to pet the distraught cat. He attempted to think through his frazzled thoughts.

Lovi loves me…I can't believe he actually loves me…

Spain thought over that conversation, trying to remember everything word for word in order to determine whether or not he misinterpreted Romano.

Nevertheless, no matter how many times Spain analyzed that conversation, he only reached one conclusion, a conclusion that sprouted a wide, silly smile on his face.

Lovi loves me…me! He giddily chuckled at the thought. Out of all the people in the world he could've loved, he loves me!

The Spaniard wondered what it was that he did to deserve such an honor, but decided that he wasn't about to question the marvels of the universe.

Spain blissfully sighed and sank into the couch. Sensing her owner's mood, Silvia relaxed on his lap and licked his fingers.

The former conquistador spent the next few minutes basking in the glorious euphoria that left him pleasantly buzzed.

The only reason he even emerged from it was because of two thoughts:

1) Romano's reaction was puzzling.

And 2) Spain hasn't said 'I love you' to his tomate.

Both thoughts were troubling, and it only took a few moments for Spain to realize that they were interlinked.

Maybe…Maybe Roma reacted the way he did because he thinks that I don't love him back. After all, I've never told him.

But still, Spain could think of the many ways he expressed his love for the feisty Italian.

I guess I wasn't clear enough.

With a shot of determination coursing through him, Spain sprang up from the couch. Silvia wasn't thrilled about being forced off her perch again, so she made a disgruntled noise and stalked off to the kitchen.

"Lo siento, Silvia," Spain called after her. He'll find a way to make it up to her later.

For now, he had to figure out a way to show Romano that he loved him too.

{~/~/~}

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh MERDA what the hell is wrong with me?!

Romano sat in the middle of his bed, legs tucked into his chest. The room was fairly quiet, which was a complete contrast to how loud his mind buzzed. It wouldn't stop repeating his and Spain's conversation.

More specifically, he couldn't stop thinking of what he had so flippantly told his ditzy Spanish boyfriend.

'You make it real hard for me to forget that I love you' … What the hell is wrong with me?! Why did I even say that?! …And that way too?! Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Romano has acknowledged a long time ago that he had a gruff manner of speaking, and it was one of the few qualities about himself that he prided in. His harshness was the spine to his character and his cussing was the soul. How he spoke protected him from the world that constantly tried to shove him down and ensured that no one knew just how delicate he actually was.

It wasn't until he started falling in love with Spain did Romano actually question whether or not his tough talk was for the best. As their relationship progressed—as Spain proved time and time again that he wasn't going to hurt him—Romano realized that he wanted to express his affection the way that Spain did so easily.

It was a revelation that Romano denied for a long time because like hell he would ever compromise who he was just to please someone else.

Each kiss, hug, and intimate conversations shared between him and Spain gradually had him realizing that wanting to be more open with his feelings wasn't an endeavor to please Spain but as one to better himself as an individual and to strengthen their relationship.

After all, it didn't take long for Romano to become aware that he was in love with Spain.

The fact terrified the living hell out of him; it made him feel vulnerable, excited, frustrated, nervous, uncertain yet completely certain, like the ground was going to crumble beneath his feet, like the world was off its axis, and like the universe had given him a gift.

Romano both hated and relished these feelings.

He hadn't meant to tell Spain that he loved him just yet. If he had to be honest, he was waiting for Spain to say it first. It worried him that the happy-go-lucky Spaniard, the one who had no problems saying 'I love you' to friends, had yet to say that phrase to him. They had been dating long enough, in Romano's opinion, for Spain to decide whether or not he loved Romano.

Needless to say, Romano felt a bit discouraged as time went on and Spain said nothing. He convinced himself that the fact that the two were still together must've meant that Spain at least somewhat enjoyed his company to some extent.

Whenever the two were together, Romano ignored these thoughts and relied on acting as his usual tough self since the familiarity grounded him and prevented him from saying or doing something he'd surely regret.

He blamed the past several hours for making him say what he said. Starting off his morning being rudely awoken was bad enough, but he had to drag his tired, irritable self to a meeting with his boss who basically talked down to him the entire time. All of these components obviously wore down the Italian to a point where being tough as nails was a struggle.

Romano was vaguely surprised that Spain picked up on this, yet was grateful, especially since he began to dote on him in an effort to make him feel better. Every little thing that Spain said and did caused his heart to swell with emotion, so much that he casually let his confession slip out.

Now here he was, sitting in his old room (now Silvia's room) and waiting for something to happen.

…Maybe Spain will forget about what I said. Maybe he'll brush it off. Maybe he blanked out when I said it and didn't realize that I said it. Maybe I can convince him that he hallucinated it.

…

…Maybe he doesn't feel the same way.

Romano's heart sunk as he thought of Spain's reaction. The Spaniard had looked to him in shock and hadn't said a word. He didn't coo with delight, cheer, smile, or express anything that would convince him that Spain was happy with his confession.

He just stared, stared without a hint of a smile.

Feeling his eyes well up with hot tears, Romano furiously blinked them away and rubbed at his eyes, allowing himself to imagine that they were from all the cat hair rather than from the pain in his chest.

Fuck. Who the hell I am kidding? Spain would never-

His thoughts stopped when he heard the light strumming of a guitar. It sounded like it was coming from outside.

What in the hell…?

Romano got off the bed, walked over to the window, and threw it open to look outside.

His eyes widened upon seeing Spain standing a few feet away with a guitar in his hand. Spain grinned at him and waved. "¡Hola Lovi! I'm so glad you're here! I've got something for you!" He then began to tune his guitar. "Just give me a moment to warm up~"

Romano could only stare in disbelief for a moment before he regained himself. "What the…Spain? What are you doing out there?"

Spain looked to him and smiled in a way that had Romano's heart racing. "You'll see in a moment." He tuned the guitar a bit more, strumming the strings, until he hummed in satisfaction. "There we go. Perfecto. Now we're ready to go."

"Spain? Wha-"

"Hush, Don't say anything, mi amor. Just listen."

Romano's eyes went wide with shock. He may not have been an expert on the Spanish language, but he definitely understood the term of endearment.

Did…Did he just call me…?

Every part of Romano was silenced as Spain started to play. The melody was slow and sweet, lulling the Italian into a sense of ease. He found himself leaning against the windowsill, chin in the palm of his hand as Spain began to sing.

"Wise men say/only fools rush in/But I can't help/falling in love with you."

Romano lightly gasped and tightly clutched the sill.

"Shall I stay?/Would it be a sin/If I can't help/falling in love with you?"

Romano felt himself blushing as Spain looked directly into his eyes and stepped closer. Unlike the last time Spain had sung to him (had it really been that long?), Romano got the feeling that Spain knew what he was singing about this time.

The Spaniard was giving him a rather sultry, knowing look as he continued. "Like a river flows/surely to the sea/darling so it goes/some things are meant to be."

Somehow, Romano knew that Spain meant that last part genuinely rather than it being merely just a song lyric. There was something in his gaze that compelled him to believe so.

"Take my hand/take my whole life too/For I can't help/falling in love with you/Like a river flows/surely to the sea/darling so it goes/some things are meant to be."

There it was again. That look.

And damn, was Spain getting closer?

The two were now inches apart, the two leaning towards each other, as Spain finished off the song. "Take my hand/take my whole life too/For I can't help/falling in love with you/For I can't help/falling in looooove wiiiiiith yooooooou."

Spain strummed the strings a few more times before trailing off. His impassioned gaze softened as he looked to Romano with fondness before giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. "Well…what did you think?"

The kiss snapped Romano out of his daze yet warmed up his face. "Err…what was the point of that…?"

Spain gently smiled as he gently put the guitar down and cupped Romano's cheek. "Isn't it obvious, mi amor? I was giving you a message through the power of Elvis."

"A message…wait, why do you keep calling me that?" He wanted to say more, but Spain kissed his nose and it was very distracting.

"Calling you what? ¿Mi amor? It translates as 'my love.' It's what my people call someone they're in love with."

"I-" He was cut off when Spain curled his free hand around the back of his neck to bring him closer for a soft, slow kiss on the lips. His body reacted on instinct by kissing him back, his blush softening to a light pink.

Once they pulled apart, Spain pressed their foreheads together and said, "I love you, Romano. I love you so very much, mi tesoro. I love you and I'm in love with you. Te amo. Ti amo. Ich liebe dich. Je t'aime. Uh…"

Romano couldn't help but gruffly chuckle as Spain clearly struggled to say 'I love you' in another language. "Never say that again in French or German. It defeats the purpose."

Spain blinked before lightly chuckling. "Your laugh is beautiful, mi amor." Romano stiffened a bit. He'll have to get used to that. "And I promise I won't say that in French or German as long as you don't say it in Dutch or Turkish…or to anyone else that isn't your brother."

Romano wasn't sure if it was amusement, relief, or sheer adoration or a combination of the three that got him to burst into laughter, but he wasn't able to stop once it started.

He knew he must've looked quite the sight to Spain who looked to him with shock. Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to really care.

I'll give a shit about this tomorrow. I'm just glad that no one else is around to see me. I still have a reputation to uphold, dammit!

Knowing he needed to relax and explain himself before he could truly traumatize the Spaniard, Romano willed himself to stop laughing. "S-Sorry about that. I-It's just that…I didn't expect this. I didn't think that you…" He couldn't bring himself to finish so he chuckled instead.

Though Spain came off as a ditz, he had his moments of clarity and now was one of them. He realized what Romano was trying to say and looked shocked. "Lovi…you didn't think that I love you?"

Amusement gone, Romano's smile fell and he looked away as he muttered, "Well…it's not like you ever said anything… How was I supposed to know…?"

Spain's eyes glowed with realization, and he hugged Romano close. The Italian squirmed a bit as he felt half of his body leaning out of the window. "H-Hey! Watch it, jerk! I don't want to fall out!"

"Oh~" Spain quickly released him so that Romano could pull himself back in. "Sorry about that, Lovi." Then he looked away with a self-conscious smile. "And I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I…honestly thought you knew already…I mean, I shouldn't have assumed, but I, um, figured I made it clear without saying anything…"

Romano felt himself soften (against his will of course), and he sighed. "Don't apologize, bastard. I…I'm sorry…for saying what I did. I should've said it a hell of a lot better…"

Spain blankly looked at him before lightly chuckling. "Oh don't be sorry for that. I actually like how you said it."

Romano's eyes widened. "You're bullshitting me…"

"No, I'm not. It threw me off, but I like it. It sounds like you and has that Lovi flavor to it." The look on Spain's face can only be described as positively charmed and had Romano blushing. "I guess I'm mostly surprised that you said it first." He chuckled. "I figured if either of us were to say it first that it would be me. But that's okay. I'm glad you said it first. I think I would've been too nervous to say it first."

Romano snorted and shook his head, fighting a smile. "Now I know you're bullshitting me. You've never had trouble saying 'I love you' before. Hell, you even said it to the tea bastard once!"

Romano took a bit of satisfaction when Spain flushed with embarrassment. Is this what Spain feels whenever I blush? Huh…no wonder he likes to fluster me…

"I…I was drunk that time…really drunk…" Spain muttered. "I don't remember…"

"Good thing the albino bastard taped the damn thing or I would've assumed I hallucinated that shit. I think you said something about respecting him deep, deep down and how that was the closest thing you could ever come to loving him." Romano lightly snickered at the memory. "France wouldn't speak to you for weeks, the jealous bastard, and you didn't hear the end of it from potato bastard #2 and the hamburger bastard for a long time."

"Then maybe it's a good thing I don't remember that. I can't imagine myself ever saying anything like that to England of all people…" Spain shook his head and regain a quirk of a smile. "Pero, we're getting off subject. You're right, it's easy for me to say 'I love you' to friends, and I've probably said it thousands of times in my life. When you and I got together though…I couldn't say it. I, um, guess I was afraid that you'd reject me, or that, um…"

"Or of making this real," Romano heard himself finishing. He and Spain shared a look of realization.

"Sí…exactly…" Spain's eyes suddenly widened. "It's not that I don't want to make this real with you, Lovi, it's just that…the idea is…is…"

"Absolutely terrifying as shit?"

"…Sí, it's scary…a good kind of scary though if that makes any sense…"

"Yeah…it does…"

Since when did he and the tomato bastard ever telepathic? After all, Romano was pretty sure his thoughts were a lot more coherent than the disorganized dizziness of thoughts going through Spain's head.

Romano nearly flinched when Spain took a hold of his hand. "Lovi…no matter how scary it is to know that this, being with you, is real, I just want you to know that I love you and knowing that you love me makes this whole thing a lot less scary." He softly smiled and pressed a kiss to his hand. "Falling in love with you is not as frightening if you're falling in love with me."

Despite how corny and outright sappy that whole spiel was, Romano felt his eyes burn with tears. He furiously blinked and looked away, hoping that Spain didn't see them. He might love the bastard, but like hell anyone's going to see such an Italian bad ass cry.

"S-Same here, ch-cheesy bastard," Romano mumbled, refusing to say more out of fear of getting choked up and releasing some tears.

Spain merely smiled. "I love you, Lovi, so very much." Romano had to restrain the eagerness in his reciprocation when Spain leaned in for a kiss.

Once they pulled apart, Romano gathered his courage and responded, "I…I love you too, Toni."

Now the Southern portion of Italy made it a point to never call Spain 'Toni' because the Spaniard's typical reaction of loudly cooing (regardless of whether or not they were in public or if there were witnesses) and hugging him tightly was usually unwanted (because of the reactions of said witnesses and resulting embarrassment because yes, even he, a complete and utter bad ass, got embarrassed…sometimes).

Nevertheless, Romano felt that this time was worth it; Spain lit up and then crushed him (or at least the upper part of his body that practically dangled out in the window) to his chest and repeatedly pressed kisses to his hair.

"G-Goddammit, bastard! Do you want me to fall out the window?!" He had to pull away when he actually felt his feet stop touching the floor.

Spain chuckled and kept their hands intertwined. "No, but I'd catch you if you fell. In fact, I just might have to do that because I really want you in my arms right now." Spain smiled and actually looked ready to pull him out the window, the bastard.

Before he could get the chance, Romano mischievously smirked and tightened his hold on the Spaniard to pull him in. Antonio was thrust forward with a gasp and was the one to hang halfway through the window this time.

"I have no objections to that," began Romano as he continued to tug his boyfriend further, "but you need to come in here, you jerk. There's no way in hell I'm going out there, and I seriously doubt you remembered your house key to get us back in."

Getting over his shock, Spain grinned and started to climb in. "You're right, I don't have my key on me…but I did lock the front door, so…"

"So whoop-de-doo, you managed to-" Romano yelped when Spain managed to climb through the window and stumbled right into his arms. The two would've toppled over had Spain not balanced himself and then caught Romano by the waist.

The two stood there for a moment looking at each other, chest-to-chest with Romano's arms wrapped around Spain's back and one of Spain's arms around his waist and the other at the back of his neck, less than a whisper away. Without hesitation, they surged forward to meet for a passionate kiss.

When they eventually broke apart, Spain surprised Romano by pressing heated kisses to his face and neck. "My Lovi~"

Romano may or may not have keened with want as his nails clung to Spain. "S-Spain…" He stopped the kisses by lightly touching the Spaniard's cheek and directing him so that their lips met again. This kiss was much slower yet deeper and held the same amount of fire and love.

Lovino didn't want to admit that he was breathless and warm and giddy, but damn those weren't sensations he could easily ignore.

Damn, I'm in pretty deep now. I'm going to be loving this bas- … Antonio for a long time.

"L-Lovi...I-"

Somehow, Romano knew what Spain was going to say and heard himself beating the Spaniard to the punch. "My room smells like cat hair and cat piss, so do you, uh, want to go to your room?"

It took every speck of Romano's courage to not fluster and take it back at Spain's stunned expression. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long for a response.

Spain smiled with much adoration and affection as he nodded. "Sí, that sounds muy perfecto." After a brief moment's hesitation, he pressed a kiss to Romano's forehead before pulling away and taking him by the hand to lead them out of the room.

Romano's heart raced with exhilaration that both excited and terrified him. However, he refused to let either sensation produce any doubts within him. He loved Spain and wanted to express just how much he did.

However, old habits die hard and Romano gave in the urge to comment once they reached Spain's room. "You know, this isn't the Catholic thing to do and apparently I'll go to Hell for it. But if I'm going to Hell, I'm going to drag you down with me, jerk."

Spain looked to him with such an earnest, impassioned expression that had him feel like melting. "I'd go anywhere with you, mi corazón." He pressed a deep kiss onto Romano's lips, one hand cradling his cheek while the other lightly trailed down his back.

Shuddering with desire, Romano pressed his hips into Spain's and began to walk them backwards towards the bed. "Cheesy bastard."

{~/~/~}

Despite how his day started off, Romano could easily say that that day was one of the best of his life.

Even if Spain accidentally left his guitar outside and the result of leaving the oven on meant that the churros burnt.

Yes, Romano and Spain did what you're all thinking they did. No, I will not write it out. I can't write sex scenes. I know how it's done and all, but it just never comes out right, just plain awkward.

Probably because I'm demi.

Anyways, Elvis songs are the theme for Romano and Spain's love story, and I will forever accept that headcanon~

See y'all next time!

Disclaimer: Even though I didn't mention it, this chapter takes place in late May 2010. This means Spamano has been canon for nearly 6 months in this story. That being said, I'd like to say that there's no specific time when two people in a relationship should have sex. Two people should do it when they're both comfortable and ready. I cannot emphasize enough that you should only have sex when you are ready. If your partner's ready but you're not, do NOT give in to please them or to keep them around. If they care about you, they'll be comfortable with your boundaries and wait until you are 110% ready. If they aren't mature enough to wait, kick their ass to the curb. If you want to wait years, then that's okay. If you want to wait hours, then that's okay, too. If you don't ever want to do it at all (*raises hand*), then that's fine, too. As long as both parties are willing and comfortable and protected, then sex can be an incredible experience.

This disclaimer is probably either being disregarded or chuckled at, but I feel it's necessary anyways.

Translations:

Spanish

gato- cat

Sí- Yes

tomate- tomato

Lo siento- I'm sorry

Hola- Hello

mi amor- my love

mi tesoro- my treasure

Te amo- I love you

Pero- But

muy perfecto- very perfect

mi corazón- my heart

Italian

Chigi- Fuck

idiota- idiot

Merda- shit

Ti amo- I love you

German

Ich liebe dich- I love you

French

Je t'aime- I love you