Romano was spending his ride home staring at the out the passenger side window. His face presented this new expression between wonder and pleasure. It was a look Spain had never seen on him before, and this look was probably instigated from that kiss he had in the doorway.

The Spaniard laughed, as he made the left turn next to the purple mailbox surrounded by orange tulips. His laugh didn't do anything to change the Italian's demeanor. This was highly unusual in the passenger's normal behavior. Normally his friend would mumble something that contained the word "bastard" about Spain's overly cheerful personality.

"Did you just have your first kiss, amigo?" Spain asked smiling at Romano.

The only change in his passenger's expression was a shade of red appearing in his cheeks. "Excuse me?" the Italian asked turning to face his driver. His voice sounded unsure to whether he should be angry.

Spain smiled turning back to face the road. "I noticed that you put your hand to your lips," he stated. "That's something-"

The Italian angrily cut him off. "That wasn't my first kiss!"

The Spaniard laughed. Now his friend was back to his normal demeanor. "Yeah, I remember Veneziano accidently put a mistletoe over your head last Christmas." Spain smiled and let the memories of how many problems those mistletoes had caused, Lithuania with Seychelles, Taiwan with Greece, Switzerland with Austria, and Prussia with England, were just some of the ridiculous kisses those mistletoes caused. It made Spain wonder why they always obeyed the mistletoe. "That was your first kiss with Belgium, right?" he asked letting the thoughts of last Christmas party fall back into his head to be thought of at another random time.

Romano turned red, or redder since he was already pretty red. "No," he lied.

"Well, that one she gave you on in the doorway certainty made you act like a..." Spain paused to think. What's a good word for it? Virgin didn't really make sense. "...lip virgin."

"I'm not a lip virgin!" the Italian exclaimed. "What the hell is a lip virgin?"

The Spaniard shrugged, passing the last tulip field on the drive home. "It's a expression, I just made up, for somebody that's never been kissed."

"I've been kissed before!"

"Just recently." Spain chuckled. "Before she kissed you your only kiss was your brother."

Romano angrily turned back to looking out the window. "Are you purposely taking the long route?"

"This is the same route we drove on earlier," the Spaniard answered. "So, tell me about your first kiss with Belgium."

"None of that is your business," the Italian spat.

"Yes it is," Spain insisted wanting to know details about what really was there first kiss. "I'm your chauffeur and advisor."

"Like I need advice from you."

"Do you tell her that she's beautiful?" the Spaniard asked. "And do you open doors for her, and hold her hand?" he pressed. "Those are important things to do in a relationship."

Romano didn't answer any of those questions. The Italian just continued looking out the passenger window angrily. After a few more questions, Romano would consider stupid and annoying, Spain began giving his romantic advice. This was even more obnoxious.

"Always, remember to shower before a date." Was one of the many stupid advice statements the Spaniard told the Italian. "Nobody wants their date to smell bad."

"Never tell your date that she is wearing too much makeup." Was another thing Spain advised that didn't get a comment from Romano. "Even if your date is a guy, don't ever say that. For some reason that really makes people feel self-conscious."

"Also never complain that your date took too long to get ready." Like the other advise comments this one didn't get a remark from the Italian. "If she takes awhile it means that she really likes you, and wants to look her best for you."

"Make sure to use good table manners." Still no response from Romano. Spain was pretty much talking to a brick wall. "Don't put your elbows on the table, and chew with your mouth closed."

"Never bring up old ex's." The Spaniard laughed when he said this one. "So, don't mention that kiss you had with your brother."

Surprisingly, the Italian didn't say anything to that comment. He just kept angrily glaring out the passenger window.

"And, girls really like flowers," Spain continued oblivious to his passenger's annoyed demeanor.

The ride continued like this for the rest of the way home. Romano didn't say anything, and spent the whole trip angrily looking out the passenger window.

Belgium was washing the dinner dishes in the sink. Her mind kept replaying the events of her goodbye with Romano. Why did the idiot have to put his hand to his lips?

She wanted him to perform well. Netherlands was watching their goodbye from inside, while Spain was watching their goodbye from the car. With both her brothers witnessing she wanted him to put on a believable show. Well, his putting his hand to his lips was believable, but it wasn't the performance she wanted.

Why did the idiot have to put his hand to his lips? Didn't he know that both her brothers would be watching? Why did he have to put his hand to his lips? It made him look like some sort of never been kissed person. And that just ruined the story she wanted to tell.

She wanted to extend the story of how they starting going out, and add a little fluff to it. Something to make Romano appear more romantic and actually dateable. She pictured telling the story over coffee with Romano saying something like, "And darling you think I tell the story better?" when she was done telling the tale. But, the idiot had to ruin it by making their goodbye scene look like their first kiss. Why did he have to put his hands to his lips? Its not like he hadn't been kissed before.

Wait, had the idiot been kissed before?

No, that's a stupid thought. He had an unfortunate lip encounter with his brother last Christmas party. Along with lots of other guest at the party. Did Hungary still have the photos?

"Ugh," she mumbled to herself. Wondering if Hungary still had the photos was a stupid waste of thinking. Those lip encounters were disturbing, and she really didn't want to refresh her memory by looking at pictures.

Finally, Belgium was able to get her thoughts back to the more important manner at hand. Romano probably, like most male countries, used one of his citizens to satisfy his curiosity. She wasn't the first female he kissed. He probably kissed, and possibly did other things, with one or ten or twenty of his citizens.

"Oh... bollocks," she sighed to herself setting the dish she just washed aside. She really didn't like thinking of countries using their citizens to fulfill their curiosity. It never seemed right to her.

So if the idiot already quenched his need to understand love, why did he put his hand to his lips?

Maybe he was just a better actor than she thought he could be. A first kiss after going out for one week was plausible. And it also was very plausible for somebody to put their hands to their lips after a first kiss with somebody they loved. Romano was just a great actor. He's just a great actor who's really getting into the role. He doesn't have feelings for her. She's not a terrible person that's playing his heartstrings for her own benefit. Right?

All these thoughts made Belgium drop the bowl she was holding. "Merde," she cursed in French stepping away from the broken glass.

Netherlands had heard the crash from the living room. "Belgium, are you all right?" he asked emerging inside the kitchen. "I heard something fall."

"I'm fine," she lied. She wasn't close to being fine. She just might be a horrible person that's playing with the emotions of an idiot for her own profit.

The Dutchman raised an eyebrow as he looking at the broken pieces of glass on the ground. "Need a broom?"

The Belgian laughed. "That would be nice." Her voice didn't contain any of the worry she was feeling. "I guess my hands just had too much soap on the them."

"Be more careful," Netherlands stated retrieving a broom from the supply closet.

"Of course." She returned to her dishwashing leaving her brother in charge of sweeping up the broken pieces of glass off the floor.

Maybe she should have gone with one of her other plans to make her brothers friends. The plan were she gets kidnapped could have worked. That plan involved her brothers both receiving a ransom note that demanded they come together to save her. She even went as far as planning a route to the North Pole, the place she planned to hang out at until her brothers came together to recuse her. But she stopped herself from using it when Romano called about that stupid tomato basket.

Why did that simple phone call spark this new plan? And why did she decide to follow it? Kidnapping herself wouldn't have made her seem like a horrible person. Why did she go with the plan that made her be a terrible person?

"Ugh," she mumbled to herself turning off the water.

Her brother looked up from his sweeping. "Something bothering you?"

"No everything is fine," she lied. After lying to her brother she lied to herself. She wasn't a horrible person that stole a first kiss for her own benefit. The idiot was just a really good actor, and everything was going to be fine. This master plan was going to make her brothers come together in a friendship, and nobody's feelings were going to be hurt.

When Netherlands finished sweeping up his sister's mess he returned to the living room. He picked up his book and sighed. The bookmark had fallen out leaving the book unmarked to where he had left off.

The Dutchman groaned and flipped through the pages of his book. Where did he last leave off? Didn't he read something about the fat kid telling his friends how he got in shape? Yeah, he was somewhere around that part. But, what page and chapter was that part in?

He flipped through the pages some more trying to find some paragraph that sounded familiar, but his mind was too crowded with other thoughts to really focus. How and why did his sister start dating the less important Italian?

His sister dating mini Spain just didn't seem plausible. Neither did their story on how they started dating. Romano was acting like some sort of nervous idiot, while Belgium was remaining her cheerful self. Their different expressions just didn't go together.

Maybe this was just their first time announcing their relationship. Maybe their dating status hadn't been made public till Belgium announced it at dinner. That could be plausible, considering the fact that they just had their fist kiss in the doorway.

But, than again Belgium did say something about telling him about her new boyfriend earlier. Why couldn't he remember her telling him this? He doesn't get that absorbed in reading that he completely forgets the world around him.

Never mind that. Either Belgium never told him anything, or he really was just so distracted by reading to listen. Either way, this relationship was just going way to slow to actually become something more serious and intimate.

Netherlands frowned. He really didn't want to think about his sister getting cozy with the miniature version of Spain. That was just disgusting. Hopefully, they will break up before anything along those lines happen.

Finally the Dutchman found the page he left off on. He began reading the paragraph he abandoned earlier to eat dinner.

Netherlands didn't have anything to be worried about. This relationship probably will last for another week, maybe a year if things moved a little faster. He wasn't worried; his sister was going to break up with mini Spain before anything too serious happened. This relationship would be like jogging everyday, waking up thirty minutes earlier in the morning, and not eating meat. It would just be something Belgium would try for a little over a week, and then give up.

As soon as Romano got back home he locked himself in his room. He about had had it with Spain's stupid romantic advice. Seriously, some of that advice was just stupid.

"Check your breath after you eat," Spain's voice repeated in his head. Really? Romano was just going to shove a bunch of garlic down his throat, and force Belgium to listen to him recite the dictionary three centimeters away from his mouth.

"Feebleness is sexy. Don't be afraid to expression yourself through tears and emotion." Was another statement the Spaniard's voice repeated in his head.

Ugh, why did Spain have to give him so much stupid advice? So, what if he's now dating Belgium. The Spaniard didn't have to get so gleeful about it. People have social interactions and date each other. Its normal. Why is Spain acting like he just found the cure to cancer? Its not like he was completely updatable.

The Italian groaned and stared at his bedroom ceiling. So, his crush since childhood finally decided to date him. But it was only because she wanted two jerks to start playing nice with each other. Maybe he really was updateable.

Romano rolled over, and then picked up his phone from the nightstand. He really needed to sort things out with that temptress. His fingers found her name in his contacts and pressed send before he could stop himself from calling her.

The phone only rang twice. The Italian didn't stop the call, because he was so dazed that he actually hit the send button.

"Hi, Pumpkin!" her cheerful voice said through the phone. "I got you on speaker. Netherlands is sitting right next to me," she said pleasantly making a cautionary known.

"Sup," the Dutchman's voice said through the phone confirming that her warning was legit.

"Did you call to tell me goodnight?" she asked not losing any of the cheeriness in her voice.

The Italian was glad that the Belgian couldn't see him blush. He had called to get an explanation, but he always wanted to tell her a romantic goodnight. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," she repeated making him blush brighter. It's a good thing this wasn't FaceTime.

"He just called to tell you two words?" Netherlands' voice asked annoyed.

He hung up before he could hear the Dutchman say anything else. This whole conversation didn't answer any of his questions.

He set his phone back on the nightstand, and then grabbed some nightclothes from his closet to get ready for bed. Hopefully sleep would help clear his mind.