A/N: Hello! Thanks so much to the people who have reviewed! Your reviews make me happy!

Warning: Lovina's language and violence. Enough said.

Pairing: Romano/Spain (they are so moe)

Summary: Spain had always been a gentleman to Lovi it just took her time and a little push from her friends to notice it.

Chapter 3:

You have better meant it!

I walked away angrily. Stupid bustard and his stupid ass smile. How dare he try and hit on her. She defiantly did not like it. Nope, not even a bit. No matter how many times he complimented her and acted nice. Nope, not even a bit.

I walked over to Feli's and the potato bastard's home. I knew for a fact that the bastard wasn't home cause of a dam meeting with his boss and because Feli kept complaining about him being gone for two days.

I knocked on the door rapidly until Feli came to the door.

"Oh sorella, what a nice surprise! Would you like some pasta?" She asked letting me in.

"Sure!" I said brightening a bit at the sound of some of my sister's pasta.

"Oh Feli who is at the door?" Asked Japan.

"Oh it was my sorella, Japan." Feli said as we got into the living room.

"Oh, hello Romano." Japan said bowing his head slightly.

"Hey." I said.

"So, what did Spain do this time?" Asked Hungary as she came into the room with heaping dishes filled with delicious smelling pasta.

"Yeah…" I grumbled.

"Awe! Lovi what did Toni do this time?" Feli asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"No, we are talking now." Hungary said putting her hands on her hips.

"Why?" I asked irritated dam frying pan bitch.

"Cause, I don't see the reason why you would be so angry at him." She said with a huff.

"Well the damn bastard won't take a hint. He is always in my personal space and-and he is always an idiot." I said not looking at her.

"Tell me Lovi, what is it you do not like about Spain." Japan said.

"Well there is the fact he is in my personal space, he always has that dumb smile on his face, no matter how many time I say no he still asks if I would go out with him. He never leaves me alone. He is always saying how cute I am which is a load of bull. He spends most of his nights with that pervert France and that damn annoying Prussia. And-and no matter how much I try he never notices the things I d-do for him." I said. Japan handed me a tissue and I realized I had started to cry. I quickly wiped them away, I was stronger than this. No way in hell would I cry for that damn bastard!

"Awe! Lovi! All that stuff Spain says about you being cute, he means it with all his Cuore (1). He loves you. You can see it in his eyes. He means it. He wants to be with you because he loves you. Trust me. It is true." Feli said.

"Como sono io suppongo di credere che? (2)" I asked slipping back onto Italian.

"Just look in his eyes." She said with her ditzy smile.

"Lovi, just give him a chance to prove himself. It will workout just trust me." Hungary said.

"Yes, Romano. You must give him a chance to prove his worth." Japan said nodding his head.

"I don't know. Feli could I stay the night?" I asked.

"Of course sorella! But remember we have a meeting tomorrow." She said cheerfully eating the rest of her pasta and going into the kitchen for more.

"Don't worry." Japan said eating up her pasta.

~Later that night~

~Spain~

Damn it! I am an idiot! Lovi ran out again. I just didn't know what I was doing wrong. I was the perfect gentleman. Just like England told me to be. She said that girls like gentleman so that is what I tried.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Prussia with a six pack of beer and France with a bottle of wine.

"Mon ami! Let us get the night started." France said.

"Fine come in amigos." I said tiredly.

"What's up? You're sounding depressed and unawesome." Prussia said.

"I'm having trouble winning Lovi over." I grumbled.

"Dude why haven't you given up yet? You know you will never get her. She's a bitch and you run around after her like a love sick puppy." Prussia said then chugged his beer.

"Because I am a love sick puppy." I said taking a beer.

"Awe! Sweet love!" France sighed as he took a sip of his wine.

"But I don't get it! She's a bitch! I mean remember that time she punched you and kicked your ass?" Prussia asked taking his second beer.

"Which time?" France asked with a smirk.

"My awesome point exactly." Prussia said.

"But I still love her." I sighed.

"Why though?" Prussia asked.

"You really want to know amigos?" I asked.

They both nodded their heads.

"Well I love her for a lot of things. Her rare smiles that just brighten my day, even if it's a small one. I love how she loves her sister and will do anything, even if it is crazy, to protect her. How her little curl bounces up and down when she is doing something. How much she loves tomatoes. I love her cooking. I love how when she blushes she reminds me of a little tomato. Her big brown amber eyes that stare at you, that you could just get lost in. I love that she takes care of me when she thinks I'm passed out drunk. I love her angelic voice when she sings. How when she scolds me I know she cares. I love her, for everything she is. She is my Corazon, my one and only Amor." I said staring out to the ceiling.

"Antonio…" I heard an angelic voice that I would know anywhere.

I turned around and saw Lovi there waiting by the threshold.

"Time for us to go." France mumbled grabbing Prussia and leaving.

"Do you mean that?" She asked.

"Every bit of it, Lovi." I said looking into her amber colored eyes.

"You better." She grumbled.

"Huh?" I asked truthfully confused.

"It is not very gentlemanly to have the girl ask." She grumbled turning her head away, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"What is it Lovi?" I asked walking over to her.

"It's…its nothing." She mumbled a silent tear streaming down her face.

"Lovi…" I whispered and wrapped my arms around her curvy frame.

"T-ti amo." She mumbled into my shirt. Just enough for me to barely understand her.

"Lovi, you don't know how long I have waited to hear that." I said holding her closer.

"You better have meant all that or else…I'll sick the mafia on you." She said.

"Of course, Lovi. I meant it with all my heart. Would a gentleman ever lie?" I said holding her closer. She nodded her head and said, "I guess not…"

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours until her stomach grumbled.

"Here I'll cook tonight." I said letting go.
"Okay." She said looking down embarrassed.

"So why are you back? Usually when you leave you are not back until the next day." I asked taking out the ingredients for diner.

"Oh…umm…well the others kind of convinced me to come over and tell you how I feel." She grumbled looking down, blushing that cute shade of red I loved so much.

"Awe! Lovi! Remind me to thank them." I said with a smile
"Shut up you bastard." She yelled at me with her arms crossed.

I kissed her cheek.
"I love you Lovi." I whispered in her ear.

"I love you too, bastard." She grumbled.

Translations-

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How am I supposed to believe that?

The rest are self explanatory really…

A/N: Don't know how this involves Spain being a gentleman but I really wanted to write Spain/Romano and this is what came up! Hope you liked it!

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