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Romano was lying out in the garden, sleeping peacefully. Spain, who was supposed to be plant the new tomato's for this summer, was more than a little distracted by his boyfriend. The rise and fall of his chest, the way Romano's eyes fluttered from time to time in his sleep, and the young man himself. In Spain's emerald eyes, Romano was flawless. The other members of his trio, Prussia and France, begged to differ. They complained of Romano's foul mouth and how he was lazy, but Spain didn't care and didn't listen. It wasn't like Prussia's boyfriend, Canada, was perfect either. Spain though he was too quiet and shy to ever get anywhere in a relationship. He wasn't even going to think about France.

Romano was sprawled across the top of the low stone wall that surrounded the garden. His legs and arms hung over each side like vines. He snored softly and his face looked peaceful and happy. Spain sighed happily and turned back to his work. A bunch of new little tomato seedlings surrounded him around where he sat in the dirt. He and Romano had grown them over the winter in Spain's living room. Spain, Actually planted and grew them, Romano just complained about how slow they grew and how there weren't any tomato on the plants. Now they were ready to be planted in their garden. Romano had helped Spain bring the seedlings out and dig about a fourth of the holes in the dirt, before sitting down to watch, and eventually fall asleep. Spain didn't wake him when he did because he was so cute when asleep.

Spain picked up a tiny tomato plant and placed it in one of the various holes spread throughout the tomato garden. He reached behind him to grab dirt from a sack he had leaning up against the wall but instead grabbed Romano's arm and accidently pulled him from the wall. The Italian fell and his face ended up covered in dirt from the bag he had fallen onto. He jumped up and stared maliciously at Spain, who sat innocently in the dirt.

"Hey! What did you do that for? I was enjoying a nice dream and you just had to wake me up no?"

Spain, still smiling at his angry Romano, stood up and wrapped his tan arms around him.

"Oh Romano! Where you dreaming about me? You looked so happy so I hope that is the case mi amor."

The Italian bushed at Spain before regaining his angry attitude.

"Whatever! But you still didn't answer my question you bastard! Why did you pull me into the bag of dirt?

"I needed dirt but instead found you, mi pequeño Romano! That was a much better find. Now that you are up, we can garden together! Our tomatoes won't grow themselves!" Romano shrugged and squatted down in the dirt next to his boyfriend. They worked together, placing and covering the plants. While doing this, Spain talked to Romano about the dish he was planning on making for dinner tonight. Romano, after an hour or so of the same conversation, got fed up with the man.

"Spain! Shut up! Why do you think I care about what you are making for dinner? Why are you making such a big deal, it is only the one hundred thousandth time I've eaten with you!"

Spain pulled Romano into a quick kiss before breaking away and smiling at the red face Italian.

"Because Romanito, it is our seconded anniversary! We started dating exactly two years ago! Is it not amazing! I remember when you came to me that night, and asked for me to come to dinner. I hadn't seen you in a month or so because you were spending time in Germany with your brother. You were so mad and it was so cute. You, Romano, were obviously jealous of Germany's and Italy's friendship, plus a little more."

"Jealous! I wasn't jealous, you bastard! I was just mad that the potato bastard was going after my little brother! I didn't want him to hurt him, that was all!" Romano cut in, fuming over Spain interpretations of his mood.

"Hmm, ok. Yes, well we went to your favorite restaurant, but you couldn't eat a single tomato. That was when I got very worried. You had never refused a tomato, never. I leaned over to feel your forehead to take a temperature, and you grabbed me and pressed me into a kiss. Oh, and it was maravilloso! You broke away, looked away in embarrassment, and turned and asked me in rapid Italian: vuoi uscire con me la Spagna? It took me just a few seconds to comprehend what you just said. Then, I replied by another kiss. It was mágico." Spain looked up to find at bright red face looking at him.

"How do you remember so much?" Romano whispered to Spain. He obviously was highly embarrassed at the recall of romantic evening the two had shared.

"Oh, but mi amor, you remember just as much" Romano nodded his head, and Spain pulled him into another kiss. Romano tasted very much like tomatoes and dirt, along with his own taste as well. Which were all things he liked the taste of, except for the dirt but it didn't soil the kiss at all. They stood up and Spain took one more look over the neat rows of baby tomato plants.

"Happy Anniversary, Romano. We will have tomatoes soon!" Spain wrapped his arm around the smaller man's shoulders and ushered him into to the house. Romano decide to join Spain in the kitchen as he flew about the room collecting, mixing, stirring, and baking things. Spain had to end up kicking him out though because he kept eating the tomatoes before Spain could use them. Romano sat in the large dinning room alone, tapping his nails on the table impatiently. Minutes later Spain came through the door balancing several plates on his hands. Spain had, somehow in the hour, prepared a little feast for the two of them. Tomato soup, pasta with tomato sauce, tomato salad, and all different types of fresh tomatoes. Romano smiled widely at the fabulous display of his favorite food. Spain kissed the top of his head, which Romano smacked him away afterwards, when he went to set the food in front of Romano. Dinner was silent, Romano and Spain had their mouths full of tomatoes. They are all of the food in a short amount of time. The Italian didn't know how he could top the spaniard's tomato feast, it was pretty amazing.

"Well, Spain, that was good. I have something better."

Spain's eyes light up like a traffic light.

"Oh, really! Romano, surprise me!"

With that Romano leaned across the table and attacked Spain with his lips. Spain, who was taken aback at first, kissed back with full earnest. This was the first time that Romano had kissed Spain since that first date. It was always Spain kissing South Italy, never the other way around. Till now.

A rapping at the door startled Spain out of the kiss, much to the dismay of Romano. They turned to the glass door and saw Prussia's little yellow chick sitting on the doorknob.

"Ugh! That stupid potato bastard two's bird ruined my kiss! I'm going to kill him!"

Spain looked at the bird in total confusion. He hadn't seen either of the other trio members for a month or so. Why Gilbird would show up now was beyond Spain. They knew that it was Romano's and his' Anniversary, he had been talking about it the whole time they were at France's house last time. Prussia complained about him, but he still heard. Spain, slightly annoyed now, walked over and let the yellow chick in. He hadn't noticed before that the chick had a letter addressed with his name on it, tied to it. Spain untied the letter from the chick's leg and sent the bird away. He went back over to the table to read the letter. He read it in his head. It said the following:

Dear Spain,

If you are receiving this letter, this means that I am dead. The Allies have signed off on my nationship and I'm gone forever. So here is my goodbye. You have been an awesome friend to the awesome me. You are always there for me, like the Austrian War(wasn't that so much fun!). You, are the bright side to the Bad Touch Trio. You can get me looking up even if certain death is right around the corner. Spain, remember that time we went on our little adventure to break into Austria's house? And then we got caught by Hungry. You were still able to think of good things, despite the dents in our skulls. Then there's your even more awesome dark side. Like April Fool's Day. That was so awesome, especially on your part. I still can't stop laughing at that picture of England sleeping with a bear, and then America sleeping in a bear costume. The dorks. You should totally keep it going with Romano(I see the awesome spark that is your love) but you need to get laid dude. It last longer after that happens. But make sure he stops calling me potato bastard two. I'm older and therefore should be one, not two! So this is unawesome that this can't be said in person. Tell Canada that I love him. I love you to, as a friend, cause your totally awesome!

Goodbye Spain,

The Awesome Prussia

Spain couldn't believe what the letter said. He read it over and over and even out loud so Romano could hear it but he still couldn't process it. It was true, but it couldn't be. Prussia was one of his best friends, him being gone was heartbreaking. He couldn't deal with it. He knew it was real because Prussia was clearly at a loss of words in the letter, something that only happens when he tries to tell the truth. Spain ran from the room, sobbing. He slammed the door of his room and buried himself in he and Romano's bed. Romano cursed Prussia and walked over to where Spain had thrown the letter. He picked it up, read and threw it back on the ground. He wasn't best friends with Prussia, and wasn't enemies with him either. He had been scared of Prussia when he was younger but had gotten over it. But they had a neutral relationship, because of Spain. So while Romano was upset at his death, or at least he thought he was upset, he was more upset for Spain and at Prussia who had ruined their Anniversary. He ran off in the direction Spain had fled, so he could comfort him. He found their bedroom door locked, which surprised Romano. Spain always kept the door open, they were the only two people who lived in the house anyway. Romano sat at the door, back against it. He listened to Spain weep and it distressed him that he couldn't help the stupid Spaniard.

"Spain, let me in!" He yelled through the crack near the floor. Spain either didn't hear him or didn't want Romano at the moment because there was no response. Romano threw his hands up in frustration. He then resorted to kicking the door and saying "Spain" over and over again. Spain still wouldn't let him in. Romano sat on the floor again and waited. He fell asleep still saying "Spain".