Spain smirks to himself as he pulls out the ingredients for a pasta dinner. This will obviously help him win over the heart of Romano. Besides, everyone's pretty much celebrating Feli's birthday, so no other nation should interrupt this night. Spain starts to boil the water, humming a slight tune as he looks to see if he'd be able to make churros as well. He grins when he has all the proper ingredients and starts preparing the dough for churros.
When the water is boiling, he adds the spaghetti noodles, and continues to work on the churros, leaving the pasta to cook. He starts humming again as he puts some oil in a pan to boil as well for the churros. He shakes his hips slightly to the tune, rolling the dough into the shape of churros. He checks the pasta and sees that it's almost done. He starts preparing a tomato sauce, knowing that a homemade sauce would be better than storebought. Of course, some of the tomatoes don't make it into the sauce, but at least he tried.
He takes the spaghetti off the stove when it's done cooking, straining it into a big bowl. While the sauce is cooking, he starts to fry the churros until they're golden brown, his eyes sparkling at the idea of the Spanish desert. He puts them on a serving plate and melts some chocolate quickly on the stove. He drizzles the chocolate over the churros, sprinkling cinnamon on them as well. He sets them aside to let them cool and takes the sauce off the stove. He pours the sauce over the pasta and smiles at the smell of freshly chopped tomatoes and basil mixing with the smell of cinnamon and chocolate.
He goes down to the wine cellar and picks one that Romano typically pairs with pasta, hoping that he didn't make the wrong choice. He sets the table and decides to call Feli to wish him 'happy birthday' before going to get Romano for dinner. He pulls out his phone and types in the number of his second favorite Italian.
~Romano's POV-ish~
Romano walks downstairs, wondering if Spain is going to say anything about his birthday. It's like five o'clock and Spain hasn't said anything. Romano is almost wondering if Spain was lying about him being his favorite of the two Italy twins. He hears Spain talking in the kitchen and sneaks up to listen to the call, at least from Spain's side.
"Hola, Feli. … Feliz cumpleaños! … Sí, so how's your day been? …" The broken conversation continues and Romano backs away from the wall.
How could he… He forgot… Tears begin to stream down Romano's face at the idea that Spain had forgot that it was also his birthday. He silently runs back up the stairs and locks himself in his room, wanting to forget about that 'tomato-loving bastard.'
~Spain's POV-ish~
Spain ends the call with Feli and smiles, happy to know that Feli is going to spend the rest of the day with Germany and Japan. (Mainly Germany ^.~) He looks at the time and wonders where Romano is. It's not like him to miss dinner, especially when it's pasta… Spain decides to look for him, checking his room first to hopefully find him quicker.
Spain tries to open the door, but to his dismay it's locked. He hears something and presses his ear against the door to find that Romano is crying. His heart breaks at the sound and he knocks lightly on the door, "Lovino? Can I come in?"
He hears a shift in Romano's breathing and can almost see the panic in his eyes. "No way, bastard."
Spain sighs and leans against the door, "Por favor, Lovi… I don't want you to cry…" He hears faint footsteps and the door unlocks, opening to reveal a disheveled and teary-eyed Romano.
Spain frowns slightly, pulling Romano into a hug, causing the Italian to blush. "Why are you crying, Lovi? Did I do something wrong?" His frown deepens at the thought that he was the one to hurt his precious Romano.
Romano leans into the hug, causing a slight smile to appear on Spain's face, only to fade with the following words, "I heard you talking to mi fratello on the phone and I thought...you forgot about me…"
Spain's heart breaks at the anguish and pain that he can hear in Romano's voice and his eyes widen, "No! I...uh... just wanted to get his out of the way so I could spend the rest of the night with you…" A blush appears on both of their faces at these words, "Te prometo I would never forget about you. Eres mi amor, mi corazón. [You are my love, my heart.]"
Romano ducks his head slightly, the blush deepening. He's beginning to feel silly for thinking that the Spaniard would forget about him. He looks into the other's emerald eyes and melts at the amount of love he finds directed at him.
Spain tugs on his hand, gaining a curious look. He leads Romano back downstairs and into the dining room where the dinner was set up. Romano's eyes widen and he takes a step backwards. "You...did all this for me?"
Spain nods, surprisingly shyly for the usually cheerful and confident nation. He looks away, but feels a hand under his chin, forcing him to meet a pair of greenish hazel eyes. He sees all the thanks and an unknown emotion in his eyes and he relaxes, happier knowing that Romano appreciates the work he put into the dinner.
They walk over to the table and Spain pulls out a chair for Romano, causing the South Italian to blush at the gesture. He then sits down himself and they begin to eat. Romano is pleasantly surprised at how good the pasta is considering it was made by someone who isn't Italian. He hums at the taste and Spain smiles before digging into the pasta.
After seconds of the pasta, Spain disappears back into the kitchen, leaving a curious Romano behind. He comes back with the serving plate piled with churros and smiles when Romano's eyes sparkle at the treats. One of the Italian's weaknesses is anything sweet, namely chocolate. The other nations, besides Feli, don't know about this, so it makes it easier for Spain to exploit this one particular weak point.
Romano grabs a churro and bites into it, moaning at the taste of the chocolate mixed with cinnamon. Spain blushes at the noise, it arousing him slightly. Romano continues to eat the churro and making little noises of pleasure at the taste, making the Spaniard more and more uncomfortable. He looks up to see Spain blushing bright red, and smirks. "You look like a pomodoro, Spagna."
The comment causes Spain to smile and his blush to darken. Normally he's the one who says that, but Romano beat him to it this time. He ducks his head slightly, eliciting a soft chuckle from Romano. He looks back up and Romano's eyes are shining with amusement and the same emotion from earlier.
"F-feliz cumpleaños, Lovi." He stutters, which is strange for him. He looks down, a little shy, though Romano already knows of his feelings, and whispers, "Te amo…"
Romano smiles softly, his eyes still shining. He makes Spain look at him in the eye again and says, "Ti amo, tesoro. [Treasure/Sweetheart]"
Spain beams at the confession, realizing finally that the unknown emotion in Romano's eyes was love. He leans forward, a little awkwardly since they're still sitting at the table, and captures Romano's lips in a kiss.
Romano stiffens at first, before he melts into the kiss. His hands come up and tangle in the Spaniard's hair and a tongue lightly traces his lips. He gasps, allowing the tongue to enter his mouth. Spain begins to explore his mouth gently, one hand under Romano's chin and one in his hair. His hand wanders to the Italian's curl and Romano arches into the kiss, groaning at the pleasure that one touch to his curl caused.
The kiss breaks and they look in each other's eyes, panting from how passionate their first kiss was. Romano smirks at Spain before whispering, "You have any chocolate left over?"
Spain shivers at the tone and nods, confused as to why Romano would want it. Romano's smirk widens and he whispers in the same tone, "Go get it and meet me in my room." He walks away from the Spaniard, shaking his hips lightly from side to side, knowing that the other's gaze is following him out of the room.
Spain remains frozen for a few seconds after Romano left the room, before he races to the kitchen and puts the remaining chocolate sauce into a bowl. He then rushes back upstairs and into the Italian's room, closing the door behind him.