Friday came faster than Spain would have wished. He was too nervous about his first date with England because of their long rivalry history together. How this had happened, Spain had no idea. He guessed England did all of those things to him way back then because he must've had feelings in some form or another. Spain shrugged and then went up to his closet to pick out something to wear. As he opened his closet door, he paused, remembering that he had no idea where they were going. Were they going someplace fancy or just casual? How formal should he dress? It took him a few minutes to decide, coming to the conclusion that they wouldn't go anywhere too fancy on their first date. He was sure England wouldn't want to spend a lot of money on him just yet, so he threw on a nice pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He then went to the mirror to check his hair. His curly locks looked just fine and there was no flyaway strands, so he deemed himself presentable.

Then he heard the doorbell ring. He stiffened a bit as he grabbed his wallet and cell phone and slowly headed down the stairs and headed to the door. He opened it, revealing England wearing a white shirt, vest and jeans. Spain smiled and offered for him to come inside. England briefly looked over what Spain was wearing and accepted it silently. There were a few moments of awkward silence after Spain closed the door as England stepped inside.

"So...um, where will we be going?" Spain asked to break the ice. England locked eyes with him, studying him for a few moments before relaxing his tense shoulders.

"It's a surprise," England whispered, a blush creeping up to his face. Spain's eyes widened a bit.

"O-Okay...shall, we, um leave now?" England nodded slowly, before opening the door again and leading Spain outside to his car. Spain followed him after locking his front door, trying to figure out where they were going. England opened Spain's door for him and Spain stepped inside the car, buckling up his seatbelt as England shut the door and got in on the other side. England started up the car and backed out, then drove down the road. The entire car ride was silent and awkward, Spain still trying to figure out what was going to happen on their first date. England drove for a few more minutes before he turned onto a deserted road. Spain's curiosity and confusion rose as they continued down the road for a mile before coming out onto a cliff where a checkered blanket and basket were set out. Spain blushed deeply as England held his door open for him again and he got out.

"Here we are," England whispered, blushing deeply as they approached the picnic.

"You didn't cook, did you?" Spain asked as they sat down on the blanket. England frowned and the blush disappeared.

"No! And there's nothing wrong with my cooking! I..." He stopped, the blush returning to his cheeks. "I wanted this to...to go well...so I bought the food," he whispered, looking down.

"But if there's nothing wrong with your cooking, then why didn't you cook?"

"Shut up!" England cried, looking slightly angry. Spain flinched and looked down.

"Lo siento..." he muttered. "I didn't mean to upset you..." England sighed and opened the basket, pulling out the contents. Spain then began to help him, but England held him back.

"I've got this," he muttered, setting everything out. Spain just watched him from then on as he set out all of the food. Spain's eyes widened in surprise when England pulled out a container of paella.

"You bought...?"

"Yes, I brought this for you," England replied, setting it down, then pulls out two plates and some plastic silverware. He hands a plate to Spain, along with a fork and a knife, and then sets his own plate in his lap as he begins to serve himself some food. Spain copied him, getting a couple spoonfuls of paella along with a slice of bread. He buttered his bread as England poured them each a glass of water.

"T-Thank you..." Spain whispered as England set the glass down in front of him. England just nodded and began to eat. Spain followed his example and they began their meal in silence.

"S-Spain, um...are you enjoying yourself?" England whispered halfway through their meal. Spain looked up with his mouth full of paella and nodded slowly, swallowing his bite.

"Si!" he exclaimed.

"I-I'm glad," England replied, blushing a little bit.

"What about you?" Spain asked, watching him curiously. England looked at him and nodded, smiling a little bit.

"Yes, I am enjoying myself as well." England reached out and lightly touched the top of Spain's hand. Spain smiled happily at him, turning over his hand and intertwined his fingers with England's. Both men then began to blush as they sat there, holding each other's hand. They quickly finished the rest of their meal and cleaned up, throwing everything in a small trash bag England had brought with. Once everything was cleared and packed back up, England pulled Spain back to the blanket. They both sat down and England slowly and hesitantly put his arm around Spain's waist. Spain blushed but scooted closer to him. Spain cuddled into England and England held him as they began to watch the sun set.

A half an hour later, England was pulling up into Spain's driveway again. England walked Spain up to his door, where Spain unlocked it and pushed it open. England took Spain's hand and Spain looked back at him. England then suddenly hugged Spain awkwardly, his face a deep red. Spain blinked but hugged him back. England held the hug for a bit before pulling away. He leaned forward and kissed Spain's cheek.

"B-Bye, Spain!" he exclaimed nervously. "I'll call you later!" He hurried off to his car, embarrassed and waved to Spain as he backed out and drove away. Spain waved back, watching him go, and then headed inside, shutting the door behind him. He reached up and touched the spot where England had kissed his cheek, blushing furiously. His heart was pounding in his chest and his limbs were shaking a little from embarrassment. He hoped England would call him again for a second date.