It all started on a normal rainy day in England as Spain walked to England's house. He had been invited to talk to the island nation and was a bit confused as to why. He was a little worried, since the two of them had been huge rivals and never really liked each other. However, England had told him this was going to be just a casual conversation. No rivalry or hatred during this talk, which is why Spain was confused at this moment. He approached the door nervously, and raised his hand to knock. England, however, was waiting for him at the door and swung it open.
"'Ello, Spain," he replied, stepping aside so he could come in. Spain stepped inside, somewhat nervous as he looked around. England closed the door behind him and paused for a moment, also somewhat nervous about inviting him here just to chat.
"So...um...," Spain responded slowly.
"Come sit down," England replied, leading him into the living room. England sat down and motioned for Spain to sit down next to him. Spain hesitantly did so, becoming even more nervous. "Would you like some tea?" England asked. Spain just shook his head.
"No, I'm okay," he whispered. England nodded and looked down.
"So, um...the reason I invited you here was, um..." England started to say, a slight blush rising up to his cheeks. Spain looked over at him curiously as England started to speak. England swallowed nervously before he continued. "Um, Spain, I asked for this meeting with you because...w-well...I, uh, I have this...this...c-c-crush...on you and well, I..." He paused again. Spain's eyes widened at this moment.
"You have a crush on me?" he whispered. England swallowed again and looked at him, his blush deepening in color. He nodded slowly.
"Yes, I know this is kind of weird since we've always been big rivals, but um, I guess even back then, I had some feelings for you, even if I was a little harsh," he whispered, looking down in his lap. Spain felt a blush rise to his own cheeks as well.
"R-Really...?" he whispered, watching England carefully. England just nodded, not looking up. Spain blushed deeper and looked down in his own lap. England tried to build up the courage to take Spain's hand, but couldn't do so. Spain took the hint though, and slipped his own hand into England's, smiling at him, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks. England blushed a deep red, looking up at Spain, admiring his bright, shining green eyes. Spain continued to smile at him and scooted a bit closer, slipping his hand from England's and putting it around his shoulder. He then took England's other hand. They were both blushing at this moment and England hesitantly leaned into Spain's side.
"I-I think we should go on a d-d-date..." England whispered quietly into Spain's shoulder. Spain looked at him and nodded.
"A date sounds like a wonderful idea," he replied. England stood up away from Spain and paused.
"How does next Friday sound?" England asked, looking back at the Spaniard still sitting on the couch. Spain paused as he thought about what he was doing and then smiled and nodded when he realized that he was free that day.
"I'm free, so yeah!"
"Okay, I'll pick you up around 6 o'clock," England said. Spain nodded and they bid their farewells.