Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

"Such a severe loss, too… ve…" Feli sighed softly.

"It's alright," Ludwig said. He patted the Italian's head awkwardly. He wasn't very good at this "comforting" thing.

"Oh! I should see how fratello is doing!" Feli said as he pulled out his cell phone.

Ludwig could guess that Romano wasn't taking the loss too well, but he decided not to say that.

"Ve~ Fratello, did you see?" Then there was yelling on the other side. "I guess so, fratello… Yes, I'm with Ludwig." More yelling on the other side. Ludwig was also pretty sure he heard the words "potato bastard" but again, he decided not to say anything. "But, fratello, make sure no one on big brother Spain's team go missing, okay?"

Ludwig's eyes widened. Would Romano really go that far?

"Yes, especially the people who scored." Again more yelling on the other side. "I don't care if the last two goals were uncalled for… Bye-bye, fratello!" Feli pocketed his cell phone and leaned into Ludwig's shoulder. "Ve~ Fratello seems to be taking it well."

Well? Wanting to make members of the winning team disappear counts as well? The German decided he didn't want to know what taking it badly was like. "That's good, Feliciano." He decided that maybe wrapping his arms around Feli's shoulders wasn't a bad idea. Even if Romano found out later and took it "badly".

Lovino absolutely refused to look at Antonio. That tomato bastard just beat his fratellino's and his team. Not just beat, absolutely crushed! 4-0! Bastardo.

"Loviiiii," the Spaniard whined. "Look at me, Lovi."

"Hmph," Lovino huffed and (if it was possible) turned even farther away from Antonio.

"Lovi," Antonio grabbed Lovino's chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently turned the Italian to face him. "You're team played very well, querido, so there's no point in getting down about it."

"Ma quattro—" Lovino started to complain.

"Ah, ah, ah," Antonio stopped him. "No complaining. Your team was maravilloso and played well. So be happy about that." And he finished his statement by giving Lovino a quick peck on the lips.

Lovino blushed right away. "What the fuck was that, idiota?"

"A celebratory kiss?" Antonio suggested.

"Bastardo, what sort of celebratory kiss was that?" Not that he wanted to be kissed by the tomato bastard! Of course not! He just thought that that kiss was pretty weak. Not that he's kissed the tomato bastard before to know that!

Antonio's eyebrows rose quickly before they quickly went back to their original location and he smirked. "Oh, so mi tomate would like a better celebratory kiss? Fusosososo~"

Lovino blushed an even brighter red. "Ch-chigi! Non ho detto questo!"

"Lovi~, you look just like a tomato!" Antonio cooed. "And I definitely think you implied it," he said as he nuzzled into his Italian's neck.

"Bastardo," Lovino said.

Antonio smiled. "Come now, Lovi. We both know you don't really think that."

A/N: ta-dah! More Spamano and Gerita!

the UEFA Euro 2012 fics are done~

Translations:

Ma quattro— -But four—

Non ho detto questo! -I didn't say that!

Reviews are joyous things~

(And I was thinking of doing something like this based off of the Olympics this year. Let me now if there are specific pairing or event requests)