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Romano was in his and Spain's shared bedroom, browsing on the internet when a tiny 'ding' came from his laptop. With a raised eyebrow, the male clicked on his emails and read it quickly.

Dear Romano and Spain,

You have your first few questions. Please answer honestly and don't be afraid to give details about anything they ask. Good luck!

~Anonymous

Romano sighed softly and rubbed his temples, weary about what the questions would be. "Spain! Get your ass in here, we have some questions from people." The sound of feet pounding against the wooden floors of the house could be heard, and Spain opened the door to their bedroom with a 'BANG'.

"I'm here Roma~!" Said nation rolled his eyes and pat the spot next to him, muttering about how Spain didn't need to open the door with such force. The tanned country smiled and sat next to his boyfriend, staring at the laptop. "I'm guessing this other email is the questions…?" Romano questioned, clicking on the second email that had just come in.

Heyy! Romano and Spain! And also shout out to the author! Anyways I'll be giving off some few questions if you don't mind~

To Romano and Spain: Have you ever been passionate towards spain/romano?

To both again: Who has the most delicious tomatoes?

To Spain: What do you love on Romano? Is it his personality? Looks? and Why?

To Romano: What do you feel whenever you are with Spain?

That's all~

~SpaManoForLife

"Author…?" Spain muttered, looking at the questions. "Probably a nickname or something for the person who told us about the questions in the first place." Romano replied. Spain made an 'oh' sound in realization, chuckling at the first question. Romano blushed slightly and face palmed.

"Well...Spain can be pretty fucking passionate when he wants to be. I mean c'mon, he is the COUNTRY OF PASSION." Romano replied, hitting Spain's shoulder when he winked. The older nation smiled widely. "Si, I can be passionate when I want to. But so can you Roma~ You just don't show it very often." Romano once again, hit Spain on the shoulder and muttered foe him to shut up.

At the second question, all the younger nation did was point a finger to Spain, who smiled in response. "I mean look, my tomatoes are pretty damn good but his? They are AMAZING." Spain stood up and mockingly bowed at Romano's words. "You are too kind mi Roma~" After doing this, he sat back down and noticed Romano had started blushing more than he usually does. He looked at the next question and smiled softly, looking at the nation beside him.

"That's an impossible question for me to answer without taking all day…I love everything about him and every day I find another thing I love about Romano. I love his accent, his hair, his eyes, that cute curl and the way it makes a heart shape sometimes. His skin, his lips, his hands and the way they are soft but firm, his hips, his figure, his smile, his laugh, his scowl, his pout, his frown, the way he cries. I love his personality and how he acts so harsh on the outside, but is truly such a kind and caring person on the inside, how he loves his family, how he's so protective of his friends and his people, how he would risk his life for a random stranger so they wouldn't get hurt, how he bears all the pain of his country but doesn't flinch…How he is so strong and he's survived all these battles and wars with his country and within himself…I love his blush and how he gets embarrassed over the smallest things, how he looks when he's sleeping and dreaming…But the thing that I love most about him, is that he is simply Romano. The country and person who I love with all my heart and wouldn't trade for the world."

Romano was hiding his face in his hands, trying to hide the blush on his face and trying to make his curl not form the shape of a heart. Spain smiled widely at this and lifted his face up to kiss his forehead. "You are so damn cheesy sometimes…I swear how do I even handle you?" Romano muttered. The other nation chuckled fondly and kissed his nose before leaning back.

They both looked at the next question and Romano once again, turned as red as a tomato. "Why does my skin hate me…?" Romano said quietly, sighing as he tried to cool his cheeks. "What do I not feel with Spain? I feel…Everything when I'm around him. One moment I'm pissed and the next moment I'm about to die of fucking happiness and I'm melting into a pile of mush. When he's gone I get sad and when he's next to me I'm embarrassed and shit. There is not one emotion I don't feel when I'm around Spain…But mostly I just feel…Warm and all that…"

Spain tackled Romano with a bear hug, almost suffocating the poor nation. "Spain! Can't…Breathe!" Romano muttered, feeling the heavy weight on top of him. Spain quickly sat up, bringing Romano with him and kissed him fondly and pulling away before Romano could respond. He couldn't help the laugh that came from his lips when Romano scowled at him.

AN: AH SO MUCH FLUFF MY GOODNESS BUT I LOVE IT. Anyway please send in more questions! So until the next chapter in this, my other stories, or something new, Peace!

~HetaliaAndSpamanoFangirl