A/N: Viva here! This chapter is interesting because I wrote it just to annoy Epic. She doesn't like any pairing that gets in the way of Spamano so...yeah. XD But hopefully I wrote it in a way that doesn't make her kill me. Here's hoping!

You're eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil.

I know! :D

Belgium giggled when she saw Romano smirk. Ever since he was a baby Romano had always been doing cute things like this. She could still remember when he'd asked for a kiss as a little chibi.

A figure just ahead made Belgium grin and call out, "Hello Spain!"

Spain turned around in surprise. "B-Belgium?"

A little chibi dressed in a pink maid outfit walked up eating a piece of pizza. Belgium let out a small gasp at how cute the little nation was. "Ooh! So that cutie is Romano, right?" Romano looked at her blankly as if he couldn't understand. "Is he learning Spanish?" she asked.

Spain scratched his hair and let out a hesitant chuckle. "Well, not quite…"

Romano's eyes suddenly brightened and he grabbed at the folds of her dress with his tiny fingers. "Bésame! Kiss me, baby!" he yelled. He continued tugging at her dress while Spain yelled, "Really? That's the only thing you remember?!"

Belgium leaned down a bit and smiled. "Okay, how about I kiss you on the cheek?"

The change in Romano was almost instantaneous. He let go of her dress and looked down at his hands, "What? Um… u-um.."

Belgium tilted her head to one side. "Hmm?"

The poor boy's face turned tomato red and that odd curly bit of hair that protruded from the side of his head seemed to get bent out of shape. "A-actually, I think I'll wait a bit," he stuttered.

Belgium laughed and patted his head. "I'm sorry, you're still so innocent after all. How about I give you some waffles as an apology?" Romano just nodded and blushed harder.

Now that she thought about it, she never had given him that kiss, had she? A devious thought formed in her brain (who said she was clueless and innocent?) as she watched Japan and Hungary try to figure out who would go next. She bounced to her feet and called, "I'll go next!" Everyone paused to look at her in amazement.

"All right! Who do you want to play it with?" Hungary chirped.

Without a moment's hesitation, Belgium turned to where Spain and Romano were making doe eyes at one another. "Romano! I want to play with Romano!"

If Romano had been drinking he would have done a spit take. "W-W-W-WHAT?!" he shrieked. Spain took it better, laughing and clapping the Italian on the back.

"Oh go ahead! I remember when you used to have a crush on her!" said the Spaniard.

"NO ****ING WAY, YOU BASTARD!"

Belgium gave him her best cat smile. "Please Romano? Just this once? Pleeeeeeeeease?"

Romano looked at her and instantly regretted it. How was he supposed to refuse when she looked at him like that? He could feel his face getting redder and redder….

"ALRIGHT, DAMMIT! JUST THIS ONCE!" He stomped over to the pile of pocky and snatched the first box he could get his hands on. Belgium joined him, giggling, and he couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked in her uniform. He fumbled to open the box – why did his hands feel like they were made of clay?- and after an embarrassingly long time he managed to get the stupid thing out and pull out a stick of pocky.

Belgium looked at the side of the box and read the label. "Ooh! Waffle flavored pocky? What a cute choice Romano~"

"Whatever," he mumbled. He carefully placed one end of the pocky in his mouth, thrusting out his chin to get the other end closer to Belgium.

Awwww! He looks like a baby bird~! Belgium thought. She accepted the invitation and started nibbling on the pocky. It was very good, almost like a real waffle. She'd have to grab another box when she got the chance. Belgium smiled around the pocky at the sight of Romano chewing on it with a determined look on his face. He was always so stubborn - not that it was a bad thing! …Most of the time anyway. As she nibbled, she thought about what she should ask Romano for if she won… maybe she could be a third wheel on one of his dates with Spain! Or maybe she should have him dress in a maid outfit for a day. The possibilities were endless….

"They look so cute!" Spain cooed. Prussia rolled his eyes. Only Spain would say that.

"Oui! Zhey are adorable!" France squealed like a frickin' girl. I stand corrected… Prussia thought as he facepalmed.

Romano heard them and his face turned as red as an overripe tomato. He soldiered on though, and soon enough they were almost touching. C-could it be that he'd finally get a kiss from his childhood crush? They were so close now. Green eyes meeting hazel…. And she was still smiling! She didn't look flustered or embarrassed at all! Well, fine then! He'd be embarrassed for her. Yeah! That's what he'd do! He almost pulled back when he felt her lips brush his, but he forced himself to stay still…

They probably would have kissed if Netherlands hadn't come back from the bathroom at that exact moment.

"BELGIUM?!"

Belgium whipped around to look at her brother, snapping the pocky stick. "Oh, hi Netherlands!" Her eyes widened and she looked at the stub of pocky in Romano's mouth. "I lost!" she said, her voiced filled with disappointment.

Romano straightened swallowed the last bit and grinned. "Yeah, you lost."

Hungary sidled up to them. "Soooooooo, what do you want Belgium to do?"

The South Italian thought about it for a moment before smiling even more and tapping his cheek. "One kiss. Right here."

"Silly! You were supposed to ask for something you want, not something I want~!" Before he could reply Belgium wrapped her arms around Romano's neck and gave him a big kiss on the proffered cheek. She took her time about it, waiting a good ten seconds before pulling away with a loud smack. With that done she hurried over to sit next to a vaguely disgruntled Netherlands with a faint blush tinting her cheeks. Romano just stood there, frozen. Japan snapped his fingers to try and get his attention but Romano made no response.

The smaller man nodded and gave his diagnoses, in a tone that said he'd seen it many times. "Belgium broke him."

"Wait! Dudes, is he a robot?"

"You imbecile, of course he's not a robot!"

"Ohononononon! Well done Belgium~."

"Romanoooooo! Are you okay Romano?!"

"Ksesese! Calm down Spain, zhink about all zhe zhings you could do now zhat he's not paying attention!"

"...Fsososososo!"

Hungary slammed her frying pan down on the table, "Everyone shut up!" The world watched her fearfully and fell silent. Japan gently pushed Romano in Spain's direction.

Japan cleared his throat and began, "Arright. Ret's get on to the next-"

Hungary held up a hand, "Wait a minute. We need to do a special version of the pocky game."

"What do you mean?"

"The authors decided spontaneously to give a prize to the one hundredth reviewer."

America looked at England, "What's she talking about? What authors?"

"How should I know?"

Japan tilted his head to one side, confusion written all over his face. "But…we arready have armost one hundred and fifty reviews."

"Yeeeeeeaaaahhh, the authors are lazy. So in the next chapter the one hundredth reviewer will have a chance to play the pocky game with a nation!"

A loud crash came from outside and made everyone jump. Japan hurried to the window and peeked out. He leaned against the windowsill and sighed, "You broke the fourth warr again."

"DAMMIT!"

A/N: XD Okay. Yes, the next chapter is going to be a prize for Purestrongpoem who was the 100th reviewer! It will be interesting methinks.

ALSO, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO'S FAVORITED, FOLLOWED, AND REVIEWED. YOU ARE NEARLY AS AWESOME AS ONE HALF OF ME.