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Disclaimer: We don't own My Little Pony but we do own the gay frozen yogurt shop. I don't know who the hell makes Hetalia but they own all of the characters. We just play puppet master.

Warnings: Bruh it was in the first chapter you loser.

Well I feel like the people following think this is just mindless fluff of them falling in love. No. This is them falling in love and eating people. That's why its rated M.

M for murder.

As usual: If you get offended within this story, grow the phuck up! If you can't handle M then don't read it!

"What the hell is a 2nicorn?" Romano asks, already irritated.

"It's a unicorn with two horns!" Spain exclaims, exasperated, tilting his head and letting out a small laugh. "How many times must I tell you?"

"Whatever. Just buy the tickets, tomato bastard." he fumes back, crossing his arms. Spain laughs again and ruffles his date's hair, causing Romano to shoot him an insincere, irritated glance. Spain ignores it and asks the perky ticket counter woman for two tickets to 'The Revenge of the 2nicorns', giving her a soft smile.

"I love your eyes. Are they blue?" Spain asks her after handing her the money, leaning his elbow against the counter.

"They're green." Romano bites, pushing forwards and shoving his date out of the way, displeased with the conversation with this bimbo. He hates to admit it, but she is quite pretty, although clearly dumb as a brick.

"No actually!" She beams, giggling, twirling her blonde hair around her fingers and snapping her gum. "Your brother was right! They're blue!" Spain laughs good-naturedly and pockets his wallet with one hand, taking the tickets in the other.

"Alright let's go in!" He cheers, taking Romano's hand and pulling him inside the theater, mistaking the angry and slightly jealous look on his face for impatience. He slinks after Spain, scowling. After buying some popcorn, they enter the theater and sit in a back row, right in the middle. The advertisements start, a series of things no one cares about. A few moments pass and an eerie silence passed between them, Spain, however does not realize it again.

"So you excited for this movie? I've been waiting a while for it to come out!" Spain leaned over and gave another cheerful smile to his less than happy date.

"Yea whatever, now shut up, bastard. The movie is starting." Romano kept glaring ahead as the lights dimmed. Just then, a group of six or so girls shuffle their way in and happen to sit by Spain. Of course, this did not make Romano happier one bit as his date leaned over to the girls and greeted them with that same cheeky smile he gave Romano.

"Wow, girl, you just have the best skin I have ever seen!" He whisper-shouts, his face an inch from hers, "I'm Antonio."

"Thank you, Antonio. I'm Eliza." She says, smiling shyly.

"Romano, freaking look at her amazing skin! Doesn't it look great?" He compliments her again, looking to his fuming date.

"Simply scrumptious." He grumbles "Now can't we just watch the movie?" Spain nods and smiles, ignoring the strange remark and wrapping his arm around Romano, leaning into him with his head resting on his chest. 'Finally he recognizes we're on a date...' Romano thinks to himself. A few more moments pass and they start to eat the popcorn and watch the movie, which is basically like My Little Pony on acid.

After the movie finishes a while later, the house lights come up, Romano stretches lethargically while Spain pops up, cheerful as ever. "What do you say to dinner, too?" He asks, smiling down brightly while they walk out. "We can get a snack?"

"Sure. I want to stop by my house to grab some condoms first. I'll meet you at Omosessuale Frozen Yogurt?" Romano replies with a sly smile, causing Spain to burst into laughter. Right then, Eliza skips up, her friends right behind her. Romano's face quickly grows serious and he gives her a brooding glance but doesn't say a word.

"Hey, El!" Spain grins, not the slightest bit upset that she interrupted. For a few moments, they talk about scarves or something, and Spain continuously attempting to get Romano to participate, but he stayed on the sidelines, fuming.

"Antonio. We're on a date." He snaps angrily, trying to split up the conversation. Spain turns around, confused.

"Okay we can go. Eli can I get your number first?" He asks her, handing her his phone. She makes a contact while Romano sits there, growing angrier and angrier. Without a word, he jerks forward, walking towards his car. Spain follows him.

"Alright so we'll meet at the frozen yogurt place once you get some condoms? Try not to take too long so we get there before it closes. Oh I have a joke! What did the cannibal get when he was late for dinner?" Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices Romano's eyes flicker with irritation but he continues anyway, not knowing what the problem is. "The cold shoulder!" He laughs, continuing to walk a few steps before noticing Romano isn't. "Romano?"

Romano glares at him, his outrage now clear on his face.

"Are you angry?" Spain asks, bewildered.

"Are you kidding me?" He snaps, "Yes I'm angry! You flirt all night with other girls and completely ignore me and then you make fun of me! What kind of a date is that? You bastard!" He fumes, "And she said you were my brother and you didn't deny it!" Spain steps back, startled.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize-" Romano cuts him off.

"What? That you shouldn't flirt with other people while on a date with me?" Romano was shouting now and people were starting to stare.

"No, Romano! I just-" Spain sputters, confused and embarrassed.

"Whatever." He turns again and rushes to his car, only able to open the door before Spain is on him, grabbing his wrist, fear and maybe, just maybe, loving concern in his eyes.

"Please tell me what went wrong, really. I didn't know I was making fun of you or flirting... I'm sorry though. Please tell me what I did so I don't do it again on our next date." He pleads, ignoring the fact that they never even mentioned a second date. Romano blushes angrily, but he seems more humiliated than anything else.

"Fine." He sighs, looking beat. "You were talking and complementing those girls instead of me. You completely ignored that we're on a date." He flushes again, his entire face bright red like a tomato.

"Oh. I'm sorry Romano. You're right. I should have paid more attention to you. I do like you more than the ticket chick." He jokes, relieved that Romano doesn't quite hate him. "But how did I make fun of you?"

Romano stiffens, his eyes wide.

"Okay... well..." He mutters, looking away. "That joke." His voice barely loud enough to hear.

"The joke?" Spain asks, eyebrows close with confusion. "It's a joke about cannibalism, not you being late. It wasn't about you!" Spain attempts to clarify, totally misunderstanding the problem. Romano's face turns bright red.

"Well it kind of was..." He says, trying not to look guilty or ashamed.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Spain cries, irritated for once.

"You're making fun of me for wanting to be a cannibal!" Romano shouts, outraged again, before realizing what he just said. His anger drops and he looks at Romano with sad eyes, whose face shows shock and no other emotion. "I'm sorry. I- I have to go." Romano mutters, feeling tears prick in the corners of his eyes. He'd never cried before, but as he falls into his car, he finds himself sobbing, his head in his hands, ashamed of his words and how real they are. He'd never said that out loud yet.

But now he has.

He looks into the mirror and sees his date, still frozen and in awe of what he'd just said. Romano quickly rubs the tears from his eyes, grabs his keys and turns the car on. He slams his foot on the gas petal and drives away not daring to look back at Spain again.

'What have I done?' is the only thing that ran through his head as Romano drove home.