This chapter will be Spamano, but I promise that more GerIta is coming up! Enjoy!
Spain stood outside of Romano's house, knocking rapidly on the door. It was late and the street lamps lit the darkened streets of Italy. A light appeared from one of the windows in the house, a sign that he'd woken Romano.
Romano finally flung the door open wearing nothing but his pajamas, aka a pair of boxers. He shouted angrily,
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you know what time it is?! People are trying to sleep-" But Spain just pushed past the heated italian, entering his house. "Where do you get the balls to just-"
"Romano." The spaniard said harshly. It was then Romano noticed that Spain wasn't being his normal cheerful self. He looked solemn, almost frustrated. It worried Romano, especially when Spain looked up at him with a deep breath. "We need to talk." Romano knew in an instant, but played it off.
"About what?" He muttered, quickly making his way into the kitchen.
"Don't ignore me, Romano. We know what we need to talk about." He said a bit louder, following him.
"I have no idea what you mean. Do you want coffee or not?" He replied coldly, back facing him, front to the counter where he was hastily making the coffee."
"Romano."
"Drop it Spain."
"No! I will not! You may be able to hide from your feelings but I can't!" Romao dropped everything and spun around.
"Hide? Pfft. What's to hide?"
"There! That! Exactly! Why do you deny your feelings for me? I know you love me, just like I love you. And don't deny it because I know you let me kiss you that night at the party!" He accused, pointing a finger at him. Romano could feel the burning in his cheeks.
"Th-that was just your imagination playing tricks on you. We're just friends, and that's all we'll ever be! We're barely even that!"
"Than why do you treat me differently? Why do you love to be around me and spend time with me? Why do you ask me to come over? Why am I over here half of the time, and you're with me over in Spain the other half? Why, Romano? Why?" There was a silence between them. For a moment Spain thought he had him. He knew he couldn't find an answer, even if he tried.
Romano, however, was not willing to give up so fast. He merely scoffed and went back to making coffee. Spain furrowed his eyebrows, mouth opened slight;y in offense. He just scoffed? That's it?! He could feel the rage boiling inside of him. He want to say something but he couldn't find words. Instead he turned around, running his fingers through his hair angrily. He let out loud sigh through his teeth until he leaned on the arched door frame, dragging his hand down his face.
"Romano . . . I'm really tired of this." He practically whispered.
"Of what?" They both turned, facing one another.
"Lovino, I love you but I can't stand the way you treat me. You push me aside and you ignore my affections. And you push away your own feelings, for what? I don't know. But I will not stand here and just let the tension between us simmer. Do you know what happens when you let something simmer for too long? It burns. And I believe that's finally happened."
"So what? What are you going to do? What could you possibly do?"
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Spain marched over to the italian, hurriedly but still demanding and intimidating until he was but inches away from Romano's face. He look down at him, eyes half lidded, mouth slightly parted, looking down upon Lovino.
Romano's heart was racing. He could feel the blood burn in his cheeks and boil in every other part of his body. He was trembling, shaking against Antonio. In his absent mind he thought that the spaniard was going to kiss him. He wanted the spaniard to kiss him. Though brief, he remembered the last one being amazing, and he wanted nothing more than for him to kiss him one last time.
Antonio finally spoke in a hushed, slow voice,
"If you call me, I won't pick up. When you text me, I won't reply. And when you want me to come over I won't. Don't expect me to come back to you, because I won't. You say we're nothing? Fine. I won't bother you anymore. Adiós, Lovino." He stepped back slowly, walking out of the kitchen and out of the house.
Romano was stunned, breathless even. For a moment he felt like he couldn't even move, until he finally found the energy to run over to the window in the dining room. He saw him walking down the road and call after him, "You think I care? Good riddance you stupid tomato bastard!" But they both knew he didn't mean it.
Tears swelled in Spain's eyes as he walked down the road and into a life without Romano.