SPAIN X ROMANO ENDING

Romano looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a green polo, black jeans, and his black Italian loafers (he was saving them for a special day, and well tonight seemed like the perfect day to wear them). Romano walked over to his tan dresser and picked up the clear cologne bottle with the light blue liquid inside of it. He pulled off the cap and sprayed it over himself. He coughed at the musky sent. North Italy, his younger brother, had loaned him Germany's cologne three years ago (Romano being Romano never bothered to return it). North Italy had claimed that he loves the smell of Germany when he wears it. Those stupid Potato Bastards have the worst taste in cologne! First, they fuck up our country by sending German tourist over; then, they fuck up cologne now too! Those stupid Germans are screwing up the world one step at a time! Thought Romano angrily. He always hated Germans after his younger brother started hanging out with Germany. Romano turned around and saw Spain standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here Tomato Bastard?! Are you practicing being a stalker like France!?" Romano took a pillow off his bed and threw it at him. This is the problem with living with Spain; he would always butt into my personal life! Even though he pays the bills, gives me free food, and doesn't charge me rent I just wish he would keep his nose in his own business.

Spain dodged the pillow. "Romano, you smell like… Germany. New cologne?"

"What do you want Le Spain?" Romano curled up his fists at his sides.

"Nothing, I just came to check on you. I though you might need some help with your date with Belgium."

Was it Romano's imagination or did he actually detect sadness in Spain's usually joyful voice? "How did you know about my date?"

"Belgium called telling me about it."

"I don't need your help!"

"Listen Roma, just be careful out there. Watch your language I don't want you to hurt any hearts." Spain said with a trembling voice. He quickly ran out leaving Romano standing there surprised.

Ah, that bastard can I be such a crybaby sometimes. It's no big deal that I'm going out on a date.


Deep breath, Romano. Just knock on the door. Romano raised his fist to the green door. He took a deep breath just when the door opened. Smoke and the smell of pot filled his lungs, making him wish he didn't take such a deep breath. Netherlands stood in the doorway with his pipe in his mouth. He casually leaned his right side on the door frame, still looking down at Romano. His icy glare at Romano intimidated him so he took a step back. Netherlands let out a puff of smoke out of his pipe. A cute rabbit poked out behind his left leg.

He took his pipe out of his mouth before speaking, "I assume you're the boy taking my little sister out tonight." Netherlands said, never letting his eyes leave Romano.

"Y-yes." Romano gulped.

"Come in." The words were spoken icy with a pinch of a "whatever" attitude. Netherlands turned and walked into the house and Romano followed. He popped his pipe back in his mouth.

Netherlands sat down on a brown couch and picked up his rabbit. He petted it while smoking.

Belgium came down the steps wearing a light rose colored dress. Her white heels made little thumps on the wooden stairs. A flower clip replaced her usual green ribbon. Netherlands caught Romano staring and Romano quickly turned his head to look at something else.

"Hello, Romano." Belgium hugged him.

Netherlands was staring intently at Romano; he looked at him as if Romano was a character on television waiting for him to make a move.

Romano patted her back. "We should go now."

"Okay, bye big brother." Belgium waved good bye to Netherlands but he was too focused on Romano to wave back.

Belgium walked out the door. Romano turned and started to head out when a hand gripped his wrist. He turned around and saw Netherlands standing over him condescendingly.

"Listen, you treat Belgium well tonight. You hurt her I hurt you, understand?"

"Y-yes s-sir!" Romano sputtered.

Netherlands stared him down a few seconds longer before he let go of Romano. As soon as Romano was free of Netherlands grasp he bolted out the door.

Belgium was waiting for him outside the white wooden gate. "What happened?"

"Oh, you know, your brother just stopped me for some… chatting?"

Belgium and Romano walked down the sidewalk together. She knew that Netherlands probably didn't have a friendly chat with her date. "Netherlands, he's really sweet once you get to know him." Belgium looked at the ground.

It was almost impossible to picture Netherlands as sweet and Romano really didn't want to spend more time with him to find out if he was indeed sweet after how he stared him down. Instead of arguing Romano decided to agree, "Yes, I bet he is."

When they got to the restaurant Romano ran in front of Belgium and opened the door for her.

"Dank u." Belgium smiled up at Romano, and stepped in.

After Belgium stepped in Romano went in after her.

Colorful glass lamps hung low over the marble tables, couples and families were all seated and chatting, the smell of steaming delicious meals lingered around the restaurant, and waiters glided around the tables delivering food. Romano led Belgium to a table and pulled out her chair for her.


Romano tried to concentrate on Belgium but his brain was too clouded. That damn Spaniard is occupying my thoughts now too! Romano couldn't get out of his mind why Spain ran out of his room all upset. He seemed worried and sad but about what? Or who? Is it about me, Belgium, himself, or someone else? Romano shook the thoughts out of his head. He finally was on a date with Belgium and he wasn't going to let Le Spain come between them.

"… So what do you think?" Belgium asked.

Romano got a hard shock back into reality. He wasn't even paying any attention to Belgium. HE panicked. "U-um… I really d-don't know. How about you?"

"Well, I feel that it's really sad how we all grew up so fast."

"Y-yeah. I get what you're saying now. It's like we all grew up to fast and didn't get enough time to spend with one another."

"Exactly!" Belgium exclaimed. "I just wish we could all go back."

"I do too, then I could change being with that loon."

"Aw, come one, Spain's not that bad. He's a ray of sunshine, hard not to get along with that."

"Well, not right now he's not." Oh great here comes the thoughts again!

"What do you mean?" Belgium looked worried.

Romano took a deep breath before speaking. "Before I left Spain started crying about something, but I don't know what! All he said was 'don't break any hearts' be fore he ran out of my room. I mean what does that mean!" Romano gripped his head with his hands, leaned on the table on his elbows, and with his head down.

Belgium touched Romano's shoulder. Romano looked up into Belgium's face.

"I think you should go to Spain."


Romano pounded on the door to the house for what seemed like the twentieth time. He forgot his keys again and was locked out. "Le Spain! HEY BASTARD OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Romano screamed up at the board of wood.

Romano quickly heard footsteps approach toward the door. He stepped back and cleared his throat. The door opened and there stood Spain.

"Roma," Spain looked behind him at the clock, "you're back early!" Exclaimed Spain.

Romano looked down at the ground. "I came back for you."

Spain jumped, shocked. "¿Que?"

"You heard me you bastard! I just came back because I was worried." Romano felt tears come to his eyes. "Why did you have go crying like that!? Who does that before someone goes on a date!?" Romano couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and he let them fall. "Damn it! What's wrong with you?!"

Spain just stood there for a minute, looking at Romano trying to hide his tears, before he wrapped his arms around Romano.

Romano didn't push him away like he would normally would.

Spain kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry if I worried you. It's just… I'm afraid of loosing you."

Romano's face heated up more. "You-you aren't going to loose me. I live with you."

Spain smiled. "Romano… Te amo."

"I love you too…"

I think I majorly failed at this! :( Sorry I'm not good with writing boy boy pairings.