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"GO AWAY YOU BASTARD!" Romano screamed at his closed door.

Spain coaxed Romano from the other side of the door, "Oh but mi amigo-."

"I'M NOT YOUR MI AMIGO! GO AWAY LE SPAIN!" His voice became more silent and trailed off. "Go away…"

"Roma, Belgium's waiting downstairs! We all decided to bake together!"

Did we all decide or did just you and aren't you just waiting to get back down to Belgium and kiss her all day long? Romano kept his angry thoughts to himself. Romano wiped his eyes and opened the door. Outside stood Spain. Romano quickly closed the door so Spain couldn't catch sight of the mess he had made. Romano slowly walked down the steps with his head down. He just hoped he didn't have red eyes.

He stopped when he saw brown leather laced up boots. His head trailed upward until he met the face of Belgium. He blushed when he saw Belgium's smiling face.

"Hallo! I'm so glad you came down!" Belgium gave Romano a warm hug.

Romano's body heated up and he slowly moved his arm to pat her back. "Yeah well…"

Spain came down the stairs.

Belgium let go of Romano and clapped her hands together, startling both Spain and Romano into attention. "Now, boys! Whose ready to bake!?"

Spain's hand shot up fast. Romano timidly put his hand up.


Romano watched as Belgium giggled at Spain. Spain had spilled the batter all over himself, and now he sat on the floor covered in the peach colored liquid. Spain removed the bowl off his head and smiled up at Belgium. Belgium helped him up and led him to the sink. Romano watched as she helped Spain wash the mess off of his hair. Spain threw his head back and water droplets flew from his hair onto Belgium, who giggled and tried to block them with her hands.

"Stop! Stop!" Belgium laughed.

Romano clenched the wooden spoon in his hand harder and tried to control his stirring. It was his job to make a new batter. Why do i have to do it? That stupid Spain was the one who ruined it! He should be the one doing it not me! Romano obeyed though because Belgium was the one who asked him to do it and Romano couldn't bare to say no to her face.

Belgium took a wet rag and dabbed at the stains on Spain's apron. "Seems like I'm always cleaning up after boys. Netherlands was always like this when he was younger and would cook with me."

Romano stirred the batter faster and faster as his anger built inside of him. His hand clenched the wooden spoon so hard that he thought is was going to break. Liquid spilled out of the bowl but he didn't care.

"Romano!"

Romano slowed down his stirring and looked to his right where he heard the voice come from. He looked up into the green eyes of Belgium. He quickly blushed and looked down at his bowl.

"You're stiring too fast. Here," Belgium grabbed Romano's hand that was glasped over the wodden spoon and helped him stir, "let me help. You have to stir slowly, otherwise the batter spills out of the bowl."

Romano could practically here his own heart beating. He thought it would rip out of his chest, but yet it just beated fast. Romano pushed her away. "I d-don't need help." He said defensivly.

"Here Roma!" Spain came over and took the spoon out of Romano's hands. "It's like this." Spain demonstrated by stirring the batter. He held the bowl in his arms, slightly tipped so that Romano and Belgium could see.

"Very good Spain!" Belgium clapped her hands together. Then searched her mind for the Spanish words. "Muy bien?"

"Si, Belgium, your Spanish is getting better and better!"

Romano get angry. How dare that tomato bastard steal the lime light away from me! The nerve of him to show off to my girl! Two can play at this! Romano ran over to Spain's toppings. He quickly put together his own topping. It was lopsided and spilling but it would have to do. "Hey! Belgium how about my toppings! Don't they look better than Spain's?"

"Huh?" Belgium turned her attention to Romano. "Oh! Yes very good! Um… molto buono!"

Ha! Take that stupid imbecile!

"Ok guys! I think it's time for this cake to go into the oven!" Belgium scooped the chocolate batter into a cake pan and carefully put it into the oven. She set the temperature, the timer, and closed the door. "Now all we have to do is wait." Belgium said.

Yes, Belgium, you're right. All we have to do is wait to see which heart you're going to pick. Romano thought.


Ding, ding! The timer went off.

Belgium, Spain, and Romano were all in the living room sitting on the floor. They all sprung up from the floor when they heard the timer. Belgium opened the kitchen door and ran to the oven. She put on Spain's yellow tomato print oven mitts, and opened the oven door. She bowed down and took out the cake. She gently placed it onto the counter and removed her oven mitts.

"There it is!" Belgium said.

Spain and Romano both ran to the little toppings they made to put onto the cake. As if it were a race, Spain and Romano quickly put on their toppings.

My! They must really like decorating cakes! They're going so fast I can't even keep track! Belgium thought.

Spain and Romano quickly stepped back. They held their arms out.

"Ta-da!" They said in unison.

"Whose toppings are better, Belgium!?" Romano asked.

Belgium looked at the cake. "They all look the same. All beautiful!"

Romano slumped a little.

"Well, let's eat!" Spain took a fork and dove into the cake.

Oh I see your game! Romano took a fork too and dived into the cake. He tried to eat fast but Spain kept speeding up.

Belgium just stared at them wide-eyed. "U-um," Belgium walked up to them, two plates in hand, "I believe these will help." Belgium held out the plates.

Spain and Romano both stopped eating and looked up. Their faces were smeared with chocolate.

"Gracias." Spain said and took a plate.

"Yeah, what he said." Romano took the other plate.

"Aren't you going to have any?" Spain asked Belgium.

Belgium looked down at the cake that barely looked like a cake anymore. "No, no it's ok."

Spain and Romano shrugged and went back to eating the cake.

Belgium went behind them and swiped a finger on both of their cheeks. She lifted the icing she grabbed on her fingers to her mouth. "Delicious."


Spain decided to lie down in his bed. He ate too much cake too fast and now wasn't feeling so good. Romano was now left alone with Belgium.

Ha! Take that Spain! That's the power of Italians! We can eat and eat and never get a stomach ache! Then it dawned on Romano that he was actually alone with Belgium. He started panicking, Oh no! I have nothing to talk about! What do I do! Make conversation quick Romano! Think, think! "Uh, nice weather, right?"

"Oh yes! It's very nice." Belgium commented. She looked out the window at the clear blue skies, a gently wind was blowing through the trees.

There was a long awkward silence.

Belgium was the first to break it. "I think I better be going. Netherlands doesn't like me staying out late. He says something about this green light district where it's not good for a girl like me to wander into? Well, afscheid!" Belgium turned around to leave.

No! Romano quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Belgium turned around to face him.

"I was wondering… um… if you'd like to go out to dinner tomorrow night." Romano said. Each word out of his mouth made his cheeks grow redder.

"Oh, why that sounds lovely! I would love to go!" Belgium said happily.

Romano's eyes went wide. He didn't believe his ears. No, surely his ears were deceiving him. It's his imagination! But, no, she did say yes. Romano tried not to faint on the spot. "G-great!"

Belgium nodded her head in agreement.

Romano kept on staring at Belgium.

"Soooooo… What time?"

"Oh! The time!" HE had totally forgotten about the time. "Um… How about eight. I'll pick you up."

"Wonderful. See you tomorrow at eight!" Belgium waved goodbye and walked out the door.

As soon as Belgium was out the door Romano started planning the evening.

A/N

HELLO! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I JUST HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK! OK THE NEXT THREE CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE THE DIFFERENT ENDINGS! IM GOING TO DO ROMANO X BELGIUM'S ENDING FIRST, THEN SPAIN X ROMANO NEXT, THEN SPAIN X BELGIUM LAST.