It was another one of America's Christmas parties, and once again he had managed to get every country to attend.

Of course you came right after you heard that Romano was coming, you always went to occasions that he was at. People really didn't understand your infatuation with the Southern Italian. He was rude, cold, blunt, and sweared more than any other sailor in existence. But thats not what you saw, you saw a beautiful caring person who was just scared to make friends. Needless to say, the other countries thought you were insane, which you didn't mind.

"Hola Chica~! I was hoping you were coming!" Over the years of you trying to get closer to Romano you had befriended Spain, the closest person to Romano. You smiled at the Spaniard a light blush powdered on your cheeks when you looked to see who was beside him, "Hello Spain! Hi Romano!" Spain smiled back at you in return while Romano looked to the side in an angry pout.

Romano really didn't understand it, why you liked the tomato bastard so much. I'm-a so much-a better than-a him! He thought as you got up to hug the both of them. You went for Spain first because he was closer and you were shy without knowing you were making Romano jealous. Although he did enjoy it when you gave him a longer hug than Spain.

This was how life usually went, with Spain in the middle somehow. He knew that Romano liked you and knew that you were oblivious to his feelings that you actually shared. Like he would ever tell you two that.

The party started kicking up as more people arrived and after lots of threats and blows to head thanks to England, America finally put on a slow classical song. Romano being the tsundere he was had let you and Spain dance together the whole time while he sat on the side lines. But when the slow music started Spain grabbed you and literally pushed you in to his arms.

"You keep her entertained Roma while I go find Belgium~!" Romano turned in to a flustered mess and was about to send a bunch of curses and threats his way when you pulled him on to the dance floor. He shut up and reluctantly danced with you his face constantly turned away so that you wouldn't see him blush.

"(Name)! Psst, look up!" Hungary whispered to you as she danced with Prussia who had stolen her away from Austria. You looked up and your face went red as Santa's sleigh as your (eye color) eyes laid on some mistletoe. You looked back down and Romano decided to take notice of your condition. Great.

"Ragazza, are you-a o-akay?" You pointed upwards and his facial color soon matched yours. "I bet it's-a that-a tomato bastard's fault..." You sighed in disappointment as he said that thinking he really didn't like you when you found a pair of soft warm lips upon your own. Romano was kissing you!

You wasted no time kissing back, surprising the Southern Italian thoroughly. Out of breath, the two of you pulled back smiling like idiots.

"(Name)?" He whispered your name almost scared at what he was going to say next.

You looked in to his amber orbs amazed by their beauty and answered him with the same whispering voice."Yes Romano?"

"Ti amo."

Extended Ending

"See! I told you that you would want to see this Belgium!" Belgium and Spain were squealing and awing at the two of you. Romano instantly let go of you and began chasing after Spain. "I KNEW IT-A WAS-A YOU'RE-A FALUT! TOMATO BASTARD!"

You chuckled and shook your head at your new found lover, what were you going to do with him?

The End~

Summer: I'M SORRY! I KNOW YOU HATE ME. MERRY CHRISTMAS, HANUKKAH, QUANZA, AND NEW YEAR! I've been busy so I apologize for no updates...