Happy Valentine's/Happy Singles Awareness Day to you all! To celebrate, I've managed to scrape together a little sneak peek of this story's future.
"Papa, Papa, come look what Mama made! It's so yummy!"
A soft, sunny laugh wafted through the air, tan fingers reaching out to ruffle the curly brownish leaves.
"Now, now, Amato, wait a bit, hmm? Mama needs to cut the cake up first before we can eat it, remember?"
A sweet pout materialized upon the cherubic face. "But, Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!"
"Amato, stop making that face and come help eat the cake already."
"Yes, Mama!"
Two sets of fingers, one tan, one slightly less so, reached across the checkered tablecloth, before the larger pair brushed against the smaller one along the way to the paper plates, interlacing them.
Romano scowled slightly, but didn't pull away. Spain grinned, allowing the other nation to keep some dignity by pretending to watch Amato attack his slice of cake with gusto. The grin widened as he felt thin fingers trace a precious set of words across the back of his right hand.
Ti amo.
When the gesture was returned, Spain felt absolutely no remorse as Amato asked why "Mama turned the colour of a tomato."