Spain was sitting down in his living room as he anxiously awaited England's arrival. They had been dating for two months now and were going on yet another date. This time, the date was a little more formal, so Spain was wearing his tux. He heard a car pull in and he jumped up to his feet, knowing it was England's car. He hurried to the front door and opened it excitedly as England was getting out of his seat.

"Bloody hell, Spain," England said as he stood up, brushing his tux off. "Have a little patience, will you?" Spain blushed and nodded.

"Sorry," he mumbled. England just took his hand gently and led him to the other side of the car, opening the door for him like he always did. Spain smiled and thanked him, getting in. England shut the door and got in the car as well, backing out of his driveway. Spain smiled as they drove along and he kept glancing over at England, noticing how adorable and handsome he looked in his tux. England blushed a little as he drove along to the restaurant where they had reservations. England pulled up and his car was driven away. They were led inside to their table in a remote and out of the way table. Spain blushed when he realized how much privacy they would be getting. They were seated and handed menus. A waitress brought them two glasses of water and a basket of hot, fresh rolls. Spain started to pick up his menu to look at it, but England stopped him.

"I've got this, Spain," he replied.

"Are you two ready to order?" the waitress asked, smiling as she held her notepad up, ready to take their order. England nodded, not even looking at the menu.

"We would like to share the filet mignon and soup," he replied.

"The soup of the day is gazpacho. Is that okay?" England smiled and nodded.

"That's perfect." Spain blushed; somewhat surprised England was ordering a Spanish dish instead of an English one.

"And what would you like to drink?" she asked.

"We would like two glasses of Sangria." Spain turned a darker shade of red when he realized England was trying to make him happy. She nodded and wrote it down and scurried off.

"England, um..." Spain started to say but England shushed him.

"Spain, it's okay," he replied. Spain kept his blush on his cheeks. "I know I'm ordering Spanish dishes, and yes, it is to make you happy." He smiled a little as he leaned forward towards Spain, scooting his chair closer. Spain quickly closed his eyes, his heart pounding harder as England's lips softly touched his own. England begged for entrance, which Spain eagerly let him in. The kiss was quickly deepened by England, and Spain followed him into the kiss. A few minutes later, England pulled away, panting heavily. They were both bright red as they straightened up and their waitress came back with their two glasses of sangria.

"Thank you," England and Spain said together as she set the glasses down in front of them. She smiled and nodded.

"You're welcome! Your food should be out momentarily. If you need anything else, let me know." She smiled and left their little private room.

"T-that was nice..." Spain whispered as he took a sip.

"What?" England asked, looking at him.

"T-the kiss..." he whispered again. England relaxed and smiled.

"It sure was." Spain quickly leaned forward and quickly kissed England again. England kissed him back, slipping an arm around his waist. Spain nervously put his arms around England's neck as they continued to kiss more passionately. England pulled Spain closer, holding him tight against his chest as he held him with both arms. Spain panted and they pulled away for a quick breath before kissing each other again. They quickly pulled away when their waitress came back in with their tray of food. She looked embarrassed as she set it down and handed them their food.

"Thank you," England replied.

"Si, gracias!" Spain exclaimed. "It looks delicious!" She smiled and nodded.

"Well, enjoy your food!" she exclaimed, gathering up the tray and stand and hurries out the room. Spain smiled as he looked down at the food. England picked up the knife and fork and began cutting up the steak. Spain lifted the spoon up and took a sip from the gazpacho. His eyes widened on how delicious it was.

"Mmm! This is tasty!" he said happily. England smiled.

"I'm glad," he replied calmly once he had finished cutting up the steak. They then proceeded to eat, occasionally feeding each other a bite or two. Once they were done, England paid the check and they left, Spain leaning on England more, a little buzzed from the sangria. He giggled as their car pulled up and England helped him into his seat. England got in and drove Spain home. He led him up and unlocked the door for him, locked his car and helped Spain inside upstairs to his bedroom.