"Ve, Germany! I can't believe it!" Though normally stern, Germany only smiled as he brought Italy's hand to his lips, kissing it gently.
"Nor I, it feels too great to be true. But, Italy, does this mean that we're-"
"Boyfriends?" Germany thought the term seemed a little childish, but supposed it was the only real way to sum up their relationship.
"If you would like." Germany gulped. Italy reached up and kissed the tall man again briefly, then replied,
"I would like that very much. I love you Germany. I'm sorry it took me so long. I should have accepted your offer from long ago."
"Nein." Germany cut him off. "It was foolish of me to ask you to marry me on a ridiculous notion I got that you had romantic feelings for me. We should take this relationship slow, do it right."
"Si! That sounds good to me!."
"Then it's settled." Germany smiled, then proceeded to pull the Italian close to him once more, continuing to dance.
From the other side of the room, Spain could just make out what was happening between Italy and Germany. From what he could tell, they had kissed, and they continued to dance, so that was a good sign. When he got the feeling that the plan had worked settled in his stomach, he focused back on Romano. The Italians lip snarled and he spat,
"Are you going to tell me what the hell is happening, or are you just going to lead me around like an idiot?"
"Promise me you won't get mad if I tell you what is going on?"
"There is no way I will ever promise something like that. You son of a bitch! You tell me what is going on right now, or I'll-" Then he was silent. Spain was slightly startled, but trailed his own eyes to where Romano's had settled. They were looking at Germany and Italy still dancing contently in each others arms. At first, Romano didn't seem that angry, he didn't even seem phased by it. But those who knew him well enough, such as Spain, knew otherwise. "Y-you . . . that's what this is about. The song, everyone getting up and dancing all of a sudden, it was part of this. You were part of this, weren't you?" He spoke calmly and collectively.
"Romano, calm down."
"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down! What the fuck is happening?! Did you set my little brother up with that potato sucking, son of a whore?!" Spain seemed to straighten up at this, becoming more serious, in a way, and looking down at Romano.
"And if I did? What would be the problem with that?"
"Problem? What would be the problem? You are absolutely un- fucking- believable, you know that?"
"Romano, look at him!" Spain quietly whispered to Romano. "Italy is happy. He's the happiest he's been in a long time, and you know that."
"That's because the blond bastard -"
"Romano, he's happy. He's with someone he loves." Romano seemed to be disgusted at the word love. And he wanted nothing more than to yell right back at the man. To tell him off and then stomp away. But all he could do was shake his head and look onward into the darkness of the beach. "You and I have the chance to be happy like that too, you know." Romano immediately focused his attention back to Spain, who, in turn, was also looking out of the balcony, went to look at Romano. The mans face was glowing a dim red as he stuttered,
"C-che?"
"C'mon Lovi. You know how I feel about you."
"I have no idea-"
"And I know how you feel about me-"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about!"
"I don't know what keeps you from me, Romano. We both share feelings for one another. Why aren't we happy like Germany and Italy over there?"
"Because there's nothing between us, you hear me? You're lucky I can tolerate you more than I can others, you know?" Romano declared, beginning to back away as best he can. But the Spaniard just followed, hand still pressed against his back and hand held in his.
"And I wonder why that is."
"W-wha. . .?"
"I wonder why I'm so special. Why you block out everyone except for me. Why you always come to visit me, or ask me to come over. Why you're always so nice to me, even when we were younger. Why, why is that Romano?"
"Well, because . . ."
"Don't deny your feelings for me, Romano. Don't hide anything, because I feel the same way about you." Right as those words flew out of his mouth, he brought his lips to the southern Italians. It felt great, amazing even. Much better than he'd imagine it'd feel like. And then he was forcefully pried away. Romano shoved Spain away from himself, breathing heavily in anger. He took his hand and slapped the green-eyed man across his face, earning the attention of everyone within a good fifteen foot radius.
"Don't you ever do that again! Ever." Just as Romano went to walk off, his attention was brought back to Germany and Italy. Their innocent dance now involved some sweet kissing from the both of them. Angered, Romano marched over and shoved the Germany almost off of his brother.
"Romano what's-" Italy began, but was cut of by Romano's threats.
"Don't you ever lay one of your filthy German fingers on my brother again, you got that?!"
"Romano, please, calm down! Germany and I were just-"
"Oh, believe me, I saw what you two were just doing. The whole fucking world saw! Grab your things! We're going home! Now!"
"Now, but we just got here." Italy protested. "Besides, I want to head home with Germany."
"Like hell I'm going to let you leave with him, only to be fondled up once you two are alone!"
"If I may interrupt." Germany stepped in, but was silenced by Romano.
"You stay out of this! You're the reason this all happened, you asshole!" He turned back to Italy. "We're going home!"
"No! I want to stay with Germany and you can't stop me!"
"Fine! See if I care if you get raped by a giant braktenvein-wurst! I'm leaving!"
"But Romano,"
"Ciao, brother!" And with that, Romano left the room. Some of the guests were staring at where he had disappeared into the house, but most went back to their conversations.
Germany and Italy just stared at where Romano had left until Germany decided to speak up. He looked over at Italy, lifting an eyebrow and asked,
"I thought we were taking it slow." Italy looked right back up at Germany.
"We are, I swear. But I've been to your house a lot of times before, what's different about this time? We won't do anything too bad, I promise. I just want to cuddle and fall asleep later, that's all. We've done it many times before, what's so different about this time?" Germany smiled and kissed Italy on the forehead.
"Nothing really, I suppose. How about we go sit down, ja?"
"Si!" Italy agreed as they walked over to a near by table.
Everyone went back to enjoying the party. All except Spain, who had crept out and down the stairs that led to the beach after Romano had stormed out.
Spain could have felt heart broken. He could have felt beat down. But he didn't. As he plopped down on the sand right in front where the waves crashed, all he did was smile because he was sure, more sure about it than stars in the sky, that Romano had let him kiss him for just a moment.
Hey guys! After a recommendation, I've decided to continue the story! Yay? Anyway, if you want me to do any other pairing just give me a suggestion and let me know through a review. I will let you know if I feel comfortable with the pairing, and please respect my decision if I decline. Just two warning, this might turn into a rated M story. If you do not like that kind of stuff, I will post whether a chapter had explicit sex scenes (which I will only write about Germany and Italy). I may do Romano and Spain, but don't get too hopeful. And the second warning is that I will probably go back and "fix" chapter one. It just felt kind of rushed and that the focus wasn't too good on Germany and Italy. It will be fixed. Anyway, thank you for putting up with me, and my followers of Carnevale, I love you and (I know you're getting tired of hearing this but) I will be posting another chapter soon! Thank you!