WARNING #1 this chapter is loooong perhaps because it either rambles or because it commemorates the tenth chapter. I dunno

WARNING #2 I'm a serious asshole because I didn't put as much SpaMano and seducing goodness as I wanted to... *sobs in emo corner*

WARNING #3 okay so I am warning/telling beforehand that there is a tad bit of USUK and France/Monaco [in a family sense], and ALSO a surprise unrequited crush of Monaco's, so just don't go spamming me with hate or whatever. Please :L

That is all. Sorry it's late, my mother visited me for the first time in a few weeks and I also suffered from writers block. THAT IS ALL ENJOY PLEASE =w=

Staring at the cream-coloured ceiling with a look of boredom, Romano laid flat on the bed with an air of indifference. He hadn't heard from his brother yet—nor did anyone else call for him—so the Italian nation didn't have anything to do until the dinner meeting was held. He and Spain had arrived the night before and—being the true Mediterraneans that they were—the men overslept until ten in the morning. Despite Romano's protests, the Spaniard insisted that they would call room service so that the two could enjoy breakfast in their room. Much to the Italian's relief, they had separate beds.

He hadn't paid attention to that detail due to his exhaustion when they had first arrived at the hotel, but when he thought about it, he realized that he still had to share a room with Spain. Romano worried about several things, including the fact that the Spaniard had become very clingy after they entered America, and even more so when they reached the hotel. He pondered on whether or not it was just his imagination, but it seemed like the older personification was literally going out of his way to make Romano flustered and blushing. And that irritated the Italian greatly.

The first time he noticed was right after their breakfast, when the Spaniard suddenly started stripping out of his clothes. While ogling and taking in the sight of Spain's half naked body from the corner of his eye, Romano turned crimson and made great efforts to turn the other way and stay in that position. He asked the older nation why he was undressing, to which the other replied that he needed to "cool off", even if it was August. Of course, Romano didn't buy that excuse, but kept silent all the same.

It became too much for him when he was startled by the feeling of warmth pressed against his [lightly clothed] back, and the Italian sharply twisted his neck to find Spain right behind him with only boxers on. His mind when blank for a moment, and the two held each other's gaze as Spain's eyes remained half-lidded and seductive. Caught in the moment, Romano didn't know what to do, so his body acted for him and proceeded to head butting the space-invading Spaniard.

After a great amount of whining and embarrassed glares, the Italian grew tired of the confusing charade Spain was playing at and stated that he would take a bath. He gathered his scented fragrances and hygienic products from his bag, heading to the bathroom until he felt a muscular arm snake around his waist. With a quickly beating heart and shaky voice, Romano asked Spain what he wanted.

"How about we take a bath together, just like the old days~?"

The Italian's breathing stopped when he heard the question, and a million pleasuring and erotic scenarios popped into his mind, all involving him and a certain Spaniard in the tub. God, I'm such a closet pervert. B-But, if we take a bath together, it will definitely not be 'just like the old days'. Hell, we're both grown men, not to mention I don't think I can compose myself around a n-naked Spain. So he shook his head vigorously, feeling a small part of himself whine in protest [most likely the perverted part].

"Th-That's alright, I can take one myself," the Italian muttered in a quivering voice, feeling Spain's hold on his torso tighten a bit more than he would have liked. Romano began to feel hot and strenuously bothered in certain areas, but he refused to give in to his lusty desires and quickly proceeded to twist the bathroom's doorknob. With a swift movement, the talented nation broke out of the elder man's grasp and entered the bathroom.

Closing the door behind him, Romano could hear the shuffling of feet coming from the other side.

"Oh, that's fine then. Just shout if you need anything, okay?" the Spaniard said with a slightly sad tone added to his voice. The younger nation caught on and felt a bit guilty for rejecting Spain, yet he couldn't regret the decision he made in bathing alone. After running the warm water in the bath and adding oils and fragrances to the water [because it did NOT mean he was girl, just clean] Romano settled into the tub and exhaled deeply as the alluring scents made his body relax. He then proceeded to adding bubbles to the water, followed by a quick scrub of his body.

In the outside bedroom, Spain could clearly hear the sound of water splashing from the other room, and he tried to refrain from thinking about what was going on in there. Despite his efforts, he visualized Romano slowly scrubbing the soap away from his dripping wet, olive toned body. The Spanish nation involuntarily shivered from those thoughts, and he felt a warm sensation creeping in his crotch area. Trying the rid his mind of an active imagination, he knew, was never going to work; the Italian was just too irresistible. So instead, he thought back to his previous flirting attempts.

Undressing in front of Romano wasn't necessarily one of them; he just wanted to change his shirt. But when he noticed the younger man's bright red face and nervous voice, Spain had the idea that the other personification was slightly flustered by the action. Since he accepted the Spaniard's lame excuse as to why he was undressing, the elder nation presumed that he could be a bit bolder with his actions. But apparently, he had crossed the line when he crept behind Romano without his shirt or jeans. Yes, Spain learnt that the hard way, but he just hoped that the Italian hadn't felt his beating heart during their close contact.

Then there was the 'bathing together' thing, which Spain had intended to ask in a flirtatious tone [and he hoped he had pulled that off]. Alas, though, the reaction he had received was similar to the one a few days back when he offered for them to sleep in the same bed; a complete refusal. Sure, they did it long ago when Romano was still a young nation, and Spain didn't feel uncomfortable with doing it again…

But when he thought about it numerous times, the Spaniard knew that he would most likely take advantage of Romano the minute the two of them joined the tub together. And he supposed that the outcome would end up disastrous if the situation were to get out of hand, so Spain decided that it was best that they didn't bathe together.

After waiting for another fifteen minutes while seated on the edge of his bed, the Spanish nation began to worry and opted to check up on Romano. Lightly tapping the door, he called out for the other to hear no response seconds later. Again, he repeated his previous action, yet there was still no answer. Although he regretted doing so, Spain twisted the doorknob to find that the bathroom had not been locked [he figured Romano was one that liked privacy]. Peeking ever so carefully and with GREAT enthusiasm, the Spanish man's sights were blessed with the picture before him.

Romano had his eyes closed with a content expression on his face as his body was covered beneath masses of bubbles. The only parts of his body exposed were his knees—which poked up from under the soap—and his bare shoulders and head. Spain felt his member immediately move with anticipation, and he knew that if he were to give in to his desires then things would get out of hands. Despite the fact that Romano looked alluring and vulnerable, the Spaniard managed to silently close the door without making unnecessary squeals like he wanted to. It truly took all of his willpower not to jump the sleeping Italian like he had wished to do so much.

Meanwhile, Romano opened his eyes and let a nervous sigh escape his lips. In truth, he had been awake the whole time and willed himself to stay still in order to see what Spain would do in his position. He was moved emotionally by the fact that the older nation respected his privacy yet couldn't help but gasp in awe.

Yes, the Italian heard the Spaniard's breath hitch the minute he took notice of the opened door, and it made him quite content. And confident as well. A strange feeling invaded the pit of his stomach, and it felt both foreign and oddly reassuring to Romano's senses. But he couldn't place what it was.

I'm deeply touched. That's it. My face is red, my heart is beating fast and I can't stop myself from smiling. I love that bastard so much.

He stepped out of the tub, dried himself with a towel and dressed into the clothes he had prepared. Stepping into the cold outside air, Romano noticed that Spain wasn't there, and felt surprisingly disappointed. Lying back on his bed, the Italian spotted text written on a small notepad placed near him, and reached over to read the fine print.

I'll be out for a bit, I'm just meeting up with friends and such. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so, giving you plenty of time to freshen up, I guess.

Meet you down stairs. Spain

After setting the note back down, Romano pondered on why the Spaniard had left a bit earlier instead of just waiting for him; he couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. Then again, he knew Spain must have had people to see, maybe even more important than himself.

"I care about you, Romano. I care very, very,verymuch."

Yeah, but you're human too, so there are other people you'll care about. Not that I'm not the same; I care for Feliciano just like I care for you. But… I love you in a different way. Unfortunately, I can't stop myself from thinking so possessively about you. It's really creepy, and I've been denying it for so long because of that reason. And… you'll laugh. You'll definitely laugh when you know how I feel. Because no matter how much you look at me the way you usually do, my thoughts will never cross your mind.

I need to deliver the message myself.

And with that goal in mind, Romano grabbed his needed belongings and clutched onto the hotel key, locking the room behind him.

"You're trying to do WHAT?!" France questioned, his voice raising a few octaves after he heard the absurdly hilarious thing his Spanish friend told him. Said friend blushed deeply and hushed the Frenchman as the two men earned disapproving glares from a few surrounding nations.

"Not so loud! … I said that I'm trying to… to seduce Romano right now," he repeated with his face growing redder by the second. France inspected the Spaniard's features carefully, trying to determine whether or not the country was being serious. From the look that he was wearing at that moment, he was.

"Ah, mon ami, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. Je suis desole, Antoine, it's just that I can't imagine why you would even need to do such a thing is all," France admitted, watching as Spain's face grew confused within moments. The Frenchman's eyes widened as realization struck him with sheer force. Wait, he hasn't confessed yet? Mon dieu, you'd think that a few days of sexual tension would be enough, but nooo, these two happen to be complete imbeciles!

"Ah, nevermind; forget what I said. Anyways, how have your efforts been so far?" The Spaniard scratched the back of his head and made a slightly sheepish grin while staring off into space with nervous eyes.

"Er, I don't think I've been doing well," Suddenly he was cut off when an arm was thrown around his and France's shoulders. Knowing immediately who the person was, the two nations smiled in greeting to their Prussian friends.

"Hey guys, it's been too long! As much as I like Birdie, you two are awesome as well!" sang a rather cheerful Gilbert with a smile that could compete with Spain's.

"Oui, it is good to see you too. Antoine and I were just talking about he is trying to woo Romano into his bed," the French nation began, but was stopped when his Spanish friend hit his arm lightly with annoyance.

"Francis, don't call it that!" he whined impotently as both friends ignored him.

"Is that so? 'Bout time, if I don't say so myself. Seriously, Anton, you're timing is un-awesomely LATE and all. But I thought you two would be together by now."

"Que? Why do you say that?" the oblivious Spaniard asked, earning annoyed yet amused glares from both the Prussian and the Frenchman.

"'Cuz I thought that staying in a cozy little villa near an oh so romantic Spanish oceanfront would set the mood up and get you two to confess you feelings and all," Gilbert admitted, feeling a bit weirded out by the fact that even he understood the sentimental value in that, yet the worldly proclaimed 'country of passion' couldn't. But that was Spain for you.

"Y-You think Romano feels the same way? Because I think he's interested, b-but I don't believe he returns exactly the same kinds of feelings I have, though that would be nice," the Spanish nation said with a dreamy expression, and then snapped back into reality. "And to see what his feelings towards me are clearly, I'm going to do what most people call 'testing the waters'… Which I guess would be seducing?"

France and Prussia stared at the Spanish nation for quite some time before bursting into fits of laughter. Many other countries turned their heads to see what the commotion was about, while others wished to have nothing more to do with the trio of troublemaking personifications. After a few minutes, the teary eyed men turned their attention to the obviously bewildered Spaniard, patting his shoulder gently and still holding in giggles.

"You're so cute, Antoine~!"

"Kesesesese~ I wish you could hear yourself!"

Refusing to speak any more about previous topic of their discussion, Prussia started to rant about how awesome of a time he and Canada were going to have during their trip while France listened intently. Apparently he and Monaco arrived together, but no sooner than he thought the girl had mysteriously disappeared. It was apparent that he was worried, but the Frenchman made a great effort in keeping it so that his emotions were masked. Of course, his two closest friends knew better.

While the Prussian and Frenchman argued on where to sit, Spain anxiously scanned the crowd for any signs of Romano. He felt bad for not waiting on the Italian, but he didn't know how to face the younger nation after what he had seen earlier in the bathroom. A part of him was flustered and felt the need to hide in a corner and repent, while the other made him regret not joining the man in the tub. Spain's conflicting emotions troubled him greatly as he wrinkled his eyebrows with worry. After asking a few nations if they had seen his love interest [in which the reply was always "no"] the Spaniard began to search on foot for Romano.

Suddenly, a screeching noise was heard through the dining hall as many nations groaned and covered their ears from the distressing sound; they knew what was coming next, and everyone prepared themselves mentally.

"TESTING TESTING ONE TWO THREE! HELLOOOO?! CAN YOU DUDES HEAR MEE?!" America yelled through the microphone, having glares sent his way the minute he did so.

"Aiya, we're not deaf, aru!"

"Cripes! Belt up, ya bloody galah!"

"Vaffanculo!"

Immediately after hearing the Italian swear, Spain searched the direction that the voice came from until he spotted Romano leaning against the wall and giving America a look that seemed as if it could set things on fire with its intensity. He ran to the Italian while said man was still muttering curses and profanities under his breath. Meanwhile, the North American country seemed unaffected by the murderous stares sent his way and continued to speak.

"Okey dokey then, people, dinner is gonna start in a few minutes so grab a seat and get ready to eat! Wow that just rhymed!" the blue eyed man announced, earning a few sarcastic remarks like "good for you" or something similar to that. Behind him, England stood while pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration and remorse.

"Why on earth did I ask him to announce the start of dinner again?" he kept muttering to himself, listening to the obnoxious laughter his American lover was making while talking to the staff. He walked over to the podium and watched as all the other nations began to take their seats. England noticed that Southern Italy was there, which struck him as odd since the other half of the Italian peninsula never went to group functions. But the Englishman supposed there was a first time for everything. Besides him and America, other nations such as the Nordic countries, the Netherlands, Austria and Switzerland were assisting with the arrangements of the scavenger hunt.

"Attention, please. The schedule for tonight will follow dinner first, and then briefing about the event taking place. Consumption of light wine is allowed, but we will not be permitting heavy drinking, as there are minors currently in your presence. If there are any questions or concerns, the activity supervisors will be seated at the first table nearest to the stage, so do not hesitate to inquire with any of them. Thank you for your cooperation and enjoy your evening."

After Switzerland walked off stage and gestured for his sister to follow him, England took it upon himself to walk around and see if he could help people get seated before the servers started to take food orders [and by help he meant bossing others around and demanding that they sit and stay seated].

Spain and Romano sat at the table in the very center of the dining hall with France, Prussia, Canada, Italy and Germany [the elder Italian disliked his seatmates very much but chose not to complain because it was dinner time]. Monaco still hadn't showed up yet, and it worried her French father-figure greatly to a point where he stopped checking other nations out and started to fidget nervously with his napkin. His two best friends tried to be reassuring, but they could only do so much in end.

"Oi, frog!" a voice shouted, and all heads from their table turned to meet the sight of England and Monaco hurriedly walking towards them. The girl seemed rather embarrassed—judging from her beet red face—and she refused to meet the eyes of curious nations around her.

"Ma chère, où étais-tu passé?" the Frenchman asked with a concerned tone in his voice. The girl acted like she didn't hear him and faced England with a stoic expression, her palm outstretched to initiate a handshake.

"Thank you for leading me to the table, Sir England. I hope you enjoy your dinner," Monaco asserted with a professional smile as the two shook hands. Said Englishman presented a similar grin like the gentleman that he was, and then left after shooting a quick glare at France. The female nation took a seat in between her French companion and Canada, greeting all the other sitting nations as she did so.

Monaco had a sophisticated air about her that made people feel the need to keep up appearances around the girl, but she was close friends with Canada and Italy [both halves] due to their strong country relations. She and the North American nation conversed about a few environmental and global issues; while earning France's intense stare while he tried to determine what she was thinking. Her former father figure wanted to get to know the girl more, but everyone at the table could tell that she wasn't being fairly open and he was too afraid to scare her off. It was straining to one's eyes, and Romano grew frustrated and annoyed.

He watched Spain from the corner of his eye while the cheerful nation struggled to cut his steak. As adorable as the sight was, the Spaniard had been at his attempts for nearly three minutes, and Romano grew tired of watching the pitiful spectacle. The Italian reached over, forced the silverware from Spain's hands and swiftly cut the meat into several bite-sized pieces. He then quickly removed his hands from the Spanish nation's space and returned to eating his own food. The older nation smiled broadly and pinched Romano's cheek with affection.

"Aw, thank you for helping Boss with his food, Roma! Eres tan lindo~!" the Spanish nation cheerfully said, making the younger country blush at his compliment. He was unable think of what to respond with, so he just spat a quick "whatever!" as feedback. Monaco couldn't help but notice their unspoken feelings [like everyone else around the two] and her French blood immediately started to kick in. Turning her full attention towards the Mediterraneans, she began to engage in conversation with the Southern Italian and soon drifted towards her desired topic.

"So, Signor Romano, I can't help but point out that this is the first time I've seen you present for one of these nationwide meetings; usually our appointments are more private, so I assumed you were the solitary type. If I may ask, what compelled you to come here and participate in this event?" the young lady asked, her clear blue eyes never leaving Romano's. He was straining himself from answer the way he really wanted to ["None of your business!"] but the Italian nation knew better than to yell at a girl, so he smiled in a civilized manner and answered as clearly as he could.

"Though I do agree that my personality is reclusive, I think that a change of pace is needed once in a while." The Monegasque nation nodded in understanding, although she was mainly observing Spain's reaction to the reply. His face conveyed no signs of sadness or despair, but she noticed that France frowned while inspecting the Spaniard's features. He must be searching for the same emotions as I am. Perhaps this could work as an advantage.

"Père, could you come with me for a moment?" the girl asked in the in the sweetest voice she could muster. Her father gladly agreed [for she rarely called him father] and followed the young nation into the outside hallway.

"What is it, ma petit fille?" the Frenchman asked.

"I want to help Signor Romano and Señor Spain with their relationship," Monaco stated firmly, and France's eyebrows furrowed after hearing her proclamation.

"Mon chou, it's best that we don't meddle in other people's affairs, no?"

"But I'm not meddling; I want to help them!" she insisted, surprising the Frenchman when the smaller nation raised her voice a tad. She obviously must feel passionate about the matter. He couldn't help but admire her strong resolve and determination.

"I'm sure you can see that the two of them are trying their best to communicate their feelings to one another; it is just taking time. Besides, why do you suddenly feel this way?" he asked. France was genuinely curious as to what compelled the girl to go as far as asking him for assistance. She looked at the older man with a blush tinged face and narrowed her eyes a bit.

"I have known Signor Romano for a very long time, and I am aware of the fact that he and Señor Spain departed on terrible terms. Since then, Signor Romano has looked at things with a bored sort of opinion, and he is rarely honest with others or himself. He also hadn't contacted Señor Spain up until several days ago—as far as I heard—due to something stopping him from doing so." The Monegasque nation took a deep breath, and then continued.

"It is obvious that both harbour feelings for one another, and also true that they seem to be trying hard as well, but the way things are going is just so agonizingly slow. Père, I want Signor Romano to be happy again because he has always cared for me just as much as you have, and I wish to take full part in making him smile…," she stopped talking momentarily and cast her eyes downwards, giving France the opportunity to realize what she had meant.

"Did… Did you like Romano once?" the Frenchman questioned, observing the stiffening of Monaco's shoulders. She looked away and nodded hesitantly, unable to meet his gaze.

"F-For awhile now, yes. However, quite some time ago I had begun to notice that his heart was already reserved for another. I didn't give up right away but I did realize that it was for the best that I kept those feelings to myself. Now," she looked up to meet her father figure's eyes, "I believe that he and Spain are meant for each other. My past fondness for him has been reduced to something more platonic than romantic, because I want Signor Romano to be with the one he loves."

The young nation didn't shed a tear and kept a determined face, making France feel proud of 'his' girl for being so strong-willed. He gently stroked her braid and smiled fondly at the shorter country with loving eyes.

"Ah, you are so capable, mon ange. Such a good girl for putting him before yourself; it's a shame our Italian friend has no idea just how kind you are." He pulled the willing lady closer and embraced her as if she were as fragile as glass. Although Monaco didn't like to admit it, the Frenchman's comforting arms made her feel at ease. After muttering a few reassuring words and letting go of the small principality, France told her to stay put and walked away to retrieve England.

Minutes later, he and the British country were bickering over his request in the outside hallway where the three of them stood.

"Why the bloody hell would you ask for something on such short notice? And who gives you the right to do so?"

"Look, salaud, why don't you listen before whining like the little bitch that you are! SERIOUSLY, ferme ta bouche!"

"You shut it, beardy!"

"Va te faire foutre!"

"Why you insolent-"

"I will not let you get in the way of mon petit Monaco's wishes, connard! At least think about her!"

"M-Monaco wants this?" After hearing that, England quieted down a bit and looked down at the shaken up personification next two the two men. He didn't mean to scare her; he was just caught up in his arguing, is all. "W-Well, I mean… What is it that you want anyways? I'm sure you understand that your timing isn't exactly favourable, young lady."

She nodded her head in response and cleared her throat, shifting her ovular glasses back onto her nose bridge. True, she knew that her request was a selfish one indeed, but some desires had to be voiced else they would be torturing her for eternity.

"Sir England, I wish to inquire that you kindly change Signor Romano and Señor Spain's schedule to this one here," she said, then handed him a compilation of locations written on a small sheet of paper. The Englishman's eyes widened in surprise, and he held the list to inspect it carefully. Monaco could tell that he would refuse, but suddenly a curious America appeared out of nowhere and snatched the material right from his lover's hands.

"What the- Alfred! That was very rude!" Ignoring England, the global superpower read over the locations and looked down to meet Monaco's clear blue eyes. Aww, she's so tiny; how cute! True, the girl was no taller than Liechtenstein, but she held maturity and years of experience that could topple many other nations'.

"Why do ya want their scavenger path to change?" America asked.

"Because I want to assist in the advance of their current relationship," she answered truthfully, ignoring the incredulous looks she received from England and France. They were both thinking the exact same thing: She's so straightforward and to the point!

The North American nation stared at the small girl for awhile, the cogs in his head turning as he did so, until the man came to a conclusion. He smiled warmly and enthusiastically, surprising Monaco by patting her on the back with great cheer [England feared that the clumsy country would break her if he hit any harder].

"No problem, little girl, the HERO is on the case! Just leave this little cupid work ta me and I'll have those lovebirds together in no time! AHAHAHAHAAH!" As delighted as the Frenchman was to hear that his daughter's request had been granted, he couldn't help but groan after listening to America's obnoxious laughter.

"Wait a minute, didn't you think it through? We have to change their hotel reservations, hints and instruct different people as the messengers! That takes organizing, you know! Don't just agree automatically, there are others involved in the planning as well!" England argued, though he could practically feel the murderous aura emanating from France as he stated his valid points. Bloody frog is too overprotective of his 'daughter'.

But America didn't seem phased at all and laughed even louder than he originally had.

"Dude, chill out and relax! I got this one; after all, I'm AMERICA! This is my country, and the places on this list are pretty cool, so it shouldn't take too long to get this stuff together." Then he winked in Monaco's direction and his grin grew wider. The girl looked ecstatic as she proceeded to hug the taller nation [though her tiny arms could barely go around his torso] practically singing "Merci~!" as she did so.

DAMN YOU AMERICA, the jealous Frenchman thought as he bit his nails to restrain himself from attacking the American, DAMN YOU AND YOUR ABILITY TO CHARM MY DAUGHTER AND STEAL MY HUGS. Although he had to feel grateful to the super power as well, for he had the chance to steal a glance at one of Monaco's rare true smiles. Which were adorable.

"Why are you helping her?" England asked after France and his female companion returned to their seats. America gave his lover a mysterious smile and quickly pecked the Brit's inviting lips.

"Because I'm a hero, and heroes help people in need; especially little ladies," the American answered while sliding an arm around England's shoulders. "And because Spain and Romano's current situation is kinda like how ours was. I mean, that Italian dude and I both grew up being in love with the person that raised us, and that kind of makes it weird for the other guy to also feel the same way. So I understand how they feel." He proceeded in nuzzling his face in the Englishman's neck, in which said Englishman quickly looked around before petting his love's hair with care.

"Ah, I didn't know you paid that much attention to other people," he teased, earning a slight pout from America.

"It was obvious, really."

"Incredible, the oblivious American actually notices something!" England retorted, laughing a bit when his lover's hold tightened more.

"You should know better than anyone that I'm not as stupid as I act, Artie."

"That seems to be the case with most things involving you, bloody moron," he mumbled in the younger nation's hair, taking in his scent of cologne and burgers. "Although I really dislike that blasted Spain and everything about him, I have no problems with Romano… just the Spaniard, I suppose." America laughed and grabbed the sides of England's face, pulling the Englishman into a loving kiss. After a few minutes of their lip contact, the two pulled away and listened to the sound of immense clapping coming from inside the dining hall. America extended his hand towards England in a gentleman like manner, making the older nation laugh and blush at the same time.

"Shall we introduce this little game of ours to the guests, my love?" the American asked with a charming grin. His lover could only return a similar expression.

"What else is there to do, you great lummox?"

Spain wasn't really paying attention to the slideshow depicting America's 'greatness' through pictures because he was too focused on the Italian next to him. Romano's eyes were shifting with hate towards the German and North Italian couple seated across the table, and it seemed like he was going to snap any minute. The Spaniard could practically feel an aura of demonic strength coming from the smaller nation. During the entire dinner he had tried to make passes at Romano and give the guy a hint, but either the younger man was trying really hard to ignore him or he shrugged it off as something other than an intimate sort of affection. That pissed Spain off greatly, and he had a hard time keeping his calm.

Finally, the America glorifying slideshow had ended and all nations in the room heaved a sigh of relief, for it was that bad. Canada shook his head in embarrassment, muttering something about how he was awestruck to how the two even shared the same genes, and had a willing Prussian's shoulder to lean on for comfort. It made Romano a bit jealous knowing that his brother and one of his close friends had someone to cuddle with, while he had… an oblivious Spaniard. How lovely. Norway briefly stood at the podium and started an introduction of the meeting with a 'thank you' to all the participating countries present, and then he gestured for America and England to come onto the stage.

"So, yeah, what up everybody? I'm America—like all of you don't know that, psh!—and like the little Viking bro said earlier, thanks for coming to this here event!" He winked at the intensely glaring Norwegian before continuing.

"A handful of countries are helping out with the organization and all, so I'm going to read out the list of peeps, 'kay? Alrighty then: Switzerland, Austria, Liechtenstein [is that how you say it?], the Netherlands, Finland, Iceland, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Belgium, Hungary, Vietnam, Cameroon, Thailand, Ukraine, South Korea, Hong Kong, Singapore, Iggy and YOURS TRULY THE HERO all helped in making this scavenger hunt possible!~ So you dudes should totally clap for them!"

And even though his speech was super annoying and made most want to tear their hair out, everyone complied and clapped for the stated nations. It seemed like a lot of time and hard work was exerted in order to create an enjoyable environment for everyone, so even though most countries were forced to participate by their bosses, they found that the experience could prove to be a fun one.

"THANK YOU, America, you can step down now," England ordered, clearing his throat as he took a quick peek at his notes.

"Regarding the components of the scavenger hunt, they are very simple: each team is given an individual course that is different compared to others' schedules. Your locations will be revealed shortly. Follow the instructions given in your booklets that have already been placed into the rooms you and your companion are currently staying in and everything should be straightforward from thereon out. Please note that you must not reveal your destinations to any other partnerships, for that is obviously giving them the initiative to cheat. Which will NOT be tolerated by any means, mind you. For more information on how to go about this scavenger hunt, please read you booklets."

The audience members patiently waited while absorbing as much information as they could, and due to the attention span of most countries of the world… it wasn't much. England could see the confusion written plain as day on their faces, but found that he didn't care in the least. America and Denmark then entered the stage, wide grins on their faces as the two of them held lists of numerous team names.

"WELL THAT WAS BORING~! Anyways, now THE HERO and my older Viking dude friend Denmark will give you guys your itineraries, so listen up for your guys' names!" the American announced, exchanging broad grins with the Scandinavian man next to him. Both were as airheaded as it got, and every nation present groaned at the headache they foresaw was coming.

"Thanks, America! Okay, so first team is Maple Birds! … Seriously, what kind of a name is that?" he asked as a server handed Prussia and Canada their scavenger hunt agenda, the two nations glaring at the Nordic country and muttering something similar to "an awesome name you jackass". Denmark and America continued to call out different team names while making annoying side comments that earned murderous stares from the partners that used the titles. It went sort of like this:

"Kitty Cats! Do you dudes have a cat fetish or something?" Japan and Greece resisted the urge to stab America because unfortunately, murder was illegal and he couldn't be killed anyways.

"Sunflowers & Pandas! Yikes that's really girly!" Russia nearly hurled his pickaxe at Denmark while China took his anger out on the poor silverware near him.

"Fabulously Pink! Seriously, that's bland! Where is the creativity?" Poland would have killed them right on the spot had there not been Lithuania to hold the country back.

"Chanson for Lilies! Ooh I know you're the Frenchies right?" Due to the fact that America had done the girl a favour earlier, Monaco didn't frown although she and France winced after hearing the crude name used to describe them.

"Wurst Pasta! Eww is that edible?" Even Italy displayed a dark expression while metaphorically throwing daggers with his eyes at the obnoxious Scandinavian nation.

While both idiotic countries kept up their aggravating charade, the nations behind them were groaning with embarrassment and remorse; especially England and Norway. Both exchanged weary glances and seemed to telepathically ask the same thing: Should we kill them now or later? Finally, the two speakers had reached their last group, which happened to be America's star project, in his mind at least.

"Okey dokey then, last but not least is the Tomatoes group~! Aren't they cuuuuuute~?" And then Romano snapped as the small Italian shot up and turned red with anger. Spain held onto his partner [happily squeezing tight] as he tried to pull the pissed off nation back in his seat, though it was quite difficult to do so.

"VAFFANCULO LEMME GO STRONZO I'M GOING TO KILL THAT GRASSONE BASTARDO!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, squirming in the Spaniard's grasp. Most countries were used to his outbursts and watched in amusement, but all their thoughts seemed to be in sync: I wouldn't mind helping Romano kill those dickheads. Yes, they were all that offended.

Meanwhile, America and Denmark were laughing their asses off and appeared to be having a blast watching the Italian nation infuriated. Spain knew that was helping Romano calm down in the least bit, and he felt a fist slam into his gut. Damn the little guy packs a punch.

"MISERABILI PEZZI DI MERDA! SHUT THE FUCK UP NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SIDE COMMENTS NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU CALLED ME CUTE YOU MARMOCCHIO! NO ONE CALLES ME THAT AND LIVES!"

"Calmarse, por favor! Romano!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!~"

"STAI ZITTO IMBECILLE!"

"America, Denmark, you guys are not helping at all! Romano! ¡Tranquilízate!"

"LOL THIS GUY IS HILARIOUS AHAHAHAHAH!~"

"WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT THE BLOODY FUCK UP?!"

Everyone silenced and turned to meet a red faced and practically fuming England give everyone murderous eyes scary enough to make even America shiver in fear. He then made a stone cold grin in the direction of Spain and Romano's table, making both nations immediately sit back down. Motioning for a frightened female server to come forward, he handed her their list and shooed the woman away. Afterwards, he gave the North American country and his Nordic friend a look that said "fuck with me right now and I'll kill you both with my fucking hands tied behind my back". Both shied away from the stage and mentally prepared themselves from the ass whipping that was sure to commence in time.

Spain thanked the terrified server after she handed him their list and literally ran away. He scooted nearer to Romano so the two of them could take a look at their given locations.

TEAM: TOMATOES

MEMBERS: ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARREIDO [KINGDOM OF SPAIN] & LOVINO 'ROMANO' VARGAS [REPUBLIC OF ITALY (SOUTH)]

LOCATIONS:

1) Cape Cod, Massachusetts

2) Columbus, Indiana

3) Saint Augustine, Florida

4) Taos, New Mexico

5) Napa Valley, California

FOR MORE INFORMATION, PLEASE REFER TO THE BOOKLET

After re-reading the text a few times, a small smile crept on the Southern Italian's face.

They were well on their way.

Well that was a shitload of random. Hmmm I really didn't intend for this chapter to turn out this way.

But anyways, it's the tenth chapter YAYAYAYAY~! The results are out for the places they are going to visit, and I've done IMMENSE research on some of those locations, but the only one I've been to is Napa Valley for my sister's friend's wedding. Which was like two years ago.

So like, I don't ship Monaco and Romano in any way, the idea for her having a crush on him just sort of came to me after reading a bit of the principality's history and such. But wouldn't she be cute as America's little sister? No? Okay then it's just me that thinks that 3

Ah, also, thanks to all the peeps that commented/followed/favourited/viewed and random shit like that, because I blushed like a little school girl when I checked my inbox... which is like everyday [I've been told that my blush is immense even though its not often so props to all of you for making me turn crimson ^v^].

I seriously promise promise promise that because all this introductory shit is over, the Spamano lovey dovey-ness will be BACK with a revenge! MUAHAHAHAHAHAH~! Ahem, so yes, that's all I have to say/apologize/thank for today.