This was the week you'd been waiting for, the week you were going to visit Spain. You had to admit that you did miss the overly flirty nation a lot, and he probably missed you just as much. He was like a father to you. You just hoped –a little bit- that Romano wouldn't be there. Ever since your relationship with his brother blossomed, you couldn't get the more stern part of the nation out of your head. That's all you need, A Vargas with you while you were on vacation.
"Mi amor [1] Ella~!" Spain said happily as he nearly pushed you down in a hug as you exited the plane.
"H-hey Antonio!" you said, and grabbed hold of him, for fear you were going to fall backwards.
Standing straight once again, you noticed a certain Italian behind Spain, standing awkwardly.
"Ciao Romano." You smiled sweetly at you.
He swore he'd melt to the ground from the smile you gave him. "C-ciao Ella."
Before you could even grab your bags, Spain grabbed both and handed one to Romano, who grumbled lightly before taking it.
"Now Antonio. Where am I staying in Spain?" you asked and looked at him.
He smirked at the Italian next to him and replied, "You'll be staying with me and Romano of course! Just like old times si?"
If it was possible to chock on air, you would have done that with the sharp breath you took in when he said Romano's name. "S-si." Was all you could reply.
Spain pushed his door open, and gestured you inside. You couldn't contain the smile that burst open on your face. The house was still the same. It looked the same, had the same vibe, and even smelled the same. Your eyes scanned the room before you walked down the hall, following the Spaniard in front of you.
Stopping at a very familiar door, your smile got brighter. Still written on the wood of the door was "Jerk Romano-STAY OUT!" You pushed the door open before memories started flooding into your mind.
The purple bed sheets on the bed, the purple curtains, and the teddy bears stacked neatly on the bed. Everything was a memory in your old room. Spain and Romano dropped your bags in the door way. "You never changed it."
"No, I couldn't! It brings good memories back." Spain replied.
"It really does." You said and sat on the bed.
"Ah, I should be getting to my meeting." Spain said, "I'll be back in a few hours Ella, Romano." He walked out of the room.
You looked at Romano and smiled. "I never did let you in here."
He cracked a small smile, "I was pissed you never did."
You laughed, "Well, now look at it. It's nothing special." You said and picked up a stuffed animal. You petted it softly before realizing there was a stitch on it.
"Spain!" you joyfully skipped towards him and hugged his legs. "Bunny and I had Churros today!"
He smiled, "Really now? I bet they were good churros."
"Si! They were!"
Just then Romano walked into the room, and saw you hugging a small stuffed animal to your chest. "Bunny is my bestiest friend!"
Romano tore the bunny toy away from your grasp, but you grabbed hold of the leg before he fully got it. "Give me bunny back!" you yelled at him.
"No! I'm your only best friend. Jerk-bunny doesn't deserve you!" He said and pulled harder, causing a loud tearing sound to fill your ears.
You looked down, at your bunny toy and started crying. He was in two pieces, one piece in Romano's hand and one in yours. His stuffing scattered on the floor.
"Damn you jerk-Romano! I HATE YOU!" You cried and screamed.
Spain took you into his arms and rubbed your back softly. "That wasn't very nice Romano." He said sternly. "You need to somehow make up for bunny losing his life." He said and walked away, you still in his arms.
Two days later, you were playing with the dog stuffed animal on the floor. Romano walked in and shoved something in your face. "W-wha?"
"I'm sorry for hurting bunny." He mumbled. A bunny with his leg sewn on was in your face.
You couldn't help but let some tears fall from your face. "Gracias[2] Romano!" you gleefully stood up and hugged him tightly.
He blushed and hugged you back.
"I still can't believe you broke it though." You laughed.
He smiled and said, "I was your best friend then. You didn't need the damn bunny."
"But still. He was amazing to me. I told him all my secrets!"
Romano walked into the room and sat down next to you. "That damn bunny…" he mumbled. You smiled. "That damn bunny can go to hell." He grumbled. "But, before he goes, he can tell me every last secret he knows."
You laughed, "He pinky promised me he would never tell anyone."
"I'll break its fucking pinky."
You laughed, "I'll cry if you hurt bunny again."
He looked at you, "I bet you won't."
"Okay, maybe not cry. But I'd be angry at you."
"Sure sure." He laughed lightly.
You looked at him, "Romano, why do you hang out with Spain still? It seems you don't really like him…"
He nibbled his bottom lip, "He reminds me of the memories we had together when we lived here."
"A-ah. I guess that makes sense."
He grabbed your chin. "It really does. Those memories make me happy."
You couldn't force your eyes too look anywhere but his own. "They make me happy too." You whispered. "Very happy."
Any rational thought was wiped away with his lips on yours. He sweetly kissed you, as if you had been meant for it. It was you and him, only. In the recesses of your mind was Italy, his scent, his touch, his kisses. You were in a never ending love triangle, because you knew neither brother would give up until they finally get what they wanted.
1-My love
2-Thank you