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Back to Lovino...

Chapter 10: Remember?

After breakfast we sat down on the couch to watch TV. Antonio laid his head on my shoulder and sighed. "February is such a nice month, right Lovi? We have my birthday, then Valentines day, and then Today."

It was this day a few years ago when everything changed for me. That was he day when the damn tomato bastard showed up at my house to stay, because his was being fixed up after he did something stupid.

And well we ended up, together.

"Do you remember that night, Lovi? It was a while ago actually." He asked softly. "You were so sweet."

"I remember..."

Flashback~

That damn tomato bastard was in my house. He had been for the past six hours, and now he's sitting right next to me, on my couch, talking constantly.

"Roma?" He asked, "Do you believe in love?"

I glared at him. "What kind of question is that?" I asked. Of course I did. Who doesn't? Not believing in love was like not believing in oxygen. It was something that was always there even if you found a way to ignore it.

"Do you think it's possible for two people to be in love against everything. Like, everyone doesn't approve. Or even the world hates them for being in love?"

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. I obviously wasn't getting out of this. "I do..."

"Do you love anyone like that?"

I sighed heavily and glared at the bastard even harder. Why the hell does he need to know anyway? It doesn't matter anyway. No one loves my like that, right? So why should I? Why should I make the first move anyway?

Love is real, but it's dumb. It's super dumb and I hate that damn feeling you get when you're in love. It sucks and you can't get rid of it. Especially if they don't love you back.

"Roma?"

"Hm?"

"Do you?"

"Why do you care?"

Spain stared at me, expecting his answer. Of course I felt like that, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Especially since he could easily hold it against me. He moved his hand towards mine in an awkward kind of way, giving me the strangest mix of a smile and a frown at the same time.

"Because I care! You're the one I trust the most to tell me everything and I tell you things I would never tell France and Prussia! That, and I feel that way about someone, and I don't know how to say it." He said, moving closer to me. Spain was a little too close for comfort. I didn't like it because I could instantly feel my face heating up.

"What if I did?"

"Would you tell them?"

"They would laugh in my face if I did..." I whispered, turning my head away from him. "But maybe I would."

Spain sighed and leaned against the couch. I didn't know what to say to him right now. What was with him? Coming to my house, staying here, eating my food, messing with my tomato plants, and then questioning me about love?!

"Roma..." He sighed, turning my face to look at him.

"W-what Bastardo?"

He moved closer to me, if he could. Why must he be so close? Has he never heard of personal space?

"Te amo..."

"H-huh?" My face was probably ten shades redder than a tomato, I could feel my heart about to beat out of my chest.

"It's a letter different from Italian, you should know what I just said."

I looked away, trying to keep calm. Then I turned back to him, biting my lip. "Why?" I whispered shakily.

Spain smiled softly. "Because I just do. I can't explain it. But everything about you is perfect to me and everything makes me love you even more. Even when you insult me."

I couldn't find any words to say, my face felt like it was on fire. My heart rate was going up.

Spain smiled again before moving closer and pressing his forehead to mine. "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly. "Just once? If you don't like it or if you still hate me, I promise I'll leave you alone."

"I-I guess so. Just one." I mumbled, right as he pressed his lips to mine, I closed my eyes and melted into it. Everything was on fire, everything at that moment changed. Not only did I feel happy, but I feel like all of those years of hiding were over. Like I no longer had to worry about anything.

He pulled away from the kiss, I opened my eyes to meet his emerald ones and a question."Do you want me to leave?"

I shook my head, making him smile again. So what if I had actually like him for a while. I wasn't going to say it out loud, but I think he got the message.

"Is this wrong?" I asked,changing my attention to something else. He was Catholic and so was I... Our leaders and the Pope would be shitting bricks right now.

Spain laughed softly and shook his head. "Only if you think it is." He whispered.

For a moment I thought about it. If it didn't feel wrong I wouldn't be here still, would I?

"I don't think so..."

"Good..." Spain leaned in to kiss me again. "Me neither..."

I sighed as the memories came flooding back. A small smile grew on my face as I remembered all of the others firsts that escalated from that moment. So much time has passed and now I could marry him.

If it was wrong, someone should kill me now, because I was either going to be with Antonio or die defending our love. I wouldn't go as far as Romeo or Juliet, but dammit I don't want to lose him.

He felt the same was as me, and he made if obvious in everything he did. From each kiss, down to the smallest of expressions on his face. He made me feel loved, and wanted. It was the biggest contradiction to everything in my past and it was beautiful what he did to me.

Dammit, no I'm sounding like one of my- I mean Antonio's sucky romance novellas... Because I don't read that shit, he reads it out loud when he knows I can't sleep. I enjoy it sometimes, because I love to hear his voice.

"Isn't it funny? You were just a mean little kid when I met you. Then I thought you had grown to like me a little, but you left before I knew anything about how you really felt."

I blushed a little and shrugged. "People and Countries change. Feliciano and I did what we thought was best for both halves. Everyone agreed, so we did it."

"But I'm the winner in all of this because I get to marry you~"

My face was probably redder than a tomato by now. He knows exactly what to say to me to make me blush like this and dammit he was succeeding.

"Lovi? Can we go out tonight? Like, out out?" Antonio asked me, breaking the silence that had been caused movie which had been paused for some damn reason.

"Why are you asking? Isn't it supposed to be a surprise?" I asked, teasingly. It was our 'anniversary' if you wanted to call it that, and damned if he hasn't surprised me in the past with these things.

"Is that a yes or no because I can never tell with you." He sighed, grabbing my hand. "And you need time to get ready, don't you?"

"I guess so... Just don't embarrass me too much."

"Maybe I'll only yell out my love for you once. While I hold your hand and announce to everyone that you said yes. Then kiss you as everyone either cringes or 'aww's. And then I'll drag you home and-" He teased with a stupid grin, being cut off by the pillow I slammed in his face.

I squeezed his hand. "You're an ass."

"So I've been told..."

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