Spain could see why Prussia and France thought that this guy would be good for him. He was cheerful, kind, and a little sassy. The man was younger than him, lithe and a bit flamboyant. Definitely someone who was not ashamed of himself.

He could also see another reason why he chose him, he looked a bit like Romano. Nothing extremely similar, but they boy had dark hair and brown eyes. Although, they weren't the dark, yet magnificently golden color that Romano possesed. And his hair wasn't nearly as wild and crazy and somewhat adorable like Romano's was.

The man kept talking while Spain took the last sip of his third glass of wine. He asked for the check and paid for their meal.

Normally Spain would love to go out with new people, or even just go out, but he wished for nothing more than to get back to his house. The restaurant they ate at was only a couple of blocks away from his house, so he figured why not walk and avoid any sort of traffic.

When they arrived back at Spain's house they walked up the steps to the door.

"So, how's this gonna go?" The man asked in a voice that was deep but nothing special to the Spaniard.

"What do you mean?" The man smiled.

"Listen, I know you're hung up over your old crush not liking you back and you're not really into the mood at the moment but there's two ways this can go."

"And that is?" Spain asked a little annoyed, but intrigued.

"Either we say good-bye and leave it at that, or we can go upstairs and I'll let you have your way with me. I won't even mind if you're not thinking of me while we're doing it. It's a win, win situation." Spain looked at him, raising his eyebrows.

"Listen, uh . . ."

"Emilio."

"Emilio, you're very nice and I'm sorry, but I think this whole evening was for not. I still love Romano and don't feel ready to move on yet. I'm sorry." Emilio didn't look offended, just disappointed as he stepped back with a small frown.

"Damn, you're really attractive too."

"I'm sorry."

"It's no problem. I've been where you are. Just call if you are ever ready to move on. You have my number." He said with a wink and a bright toothed smile. Spain brought his lips up in a small smile. "Can I just ask for one thing?"

"Sure."

"Can I at least get a kiss good-bye?" Spain sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't see the harm in that." Emilio smiled, surging forward and capturing the older mans lips and not even giving him time to prepare for it. But Spain did reciprocate it. He kind of gave the date nothing, Emilio at least deserved to have something with effort. Emilio pulled away with a smile.

"Thanks. Remember, if you ever need that friend, just give me a call." He put his hand on Spains face, dragging it away slowly as he walked over to his car and drove away. Spain rolled his eyes, slipping into his house and ready to go to bed.

"How'd it go?" Prussia called from the living room. Spain walked straight past him.

"I'm going to bed, and I don't want anymore surprise dates from now on. Okay?"

"That bad?" Spain didn't respond. He just walked into his dark room and flopped down on the bed. He shoved his face on his pillow, thinking about the only thing he's been thinking about for the past couple of days.

Romano arrived in Madrid the next day. He got a hotel he knew about that was close to Spains. He knew about it from the time they both had to stay there, in the same room, because his house was infested. Conveniently, while Romano's house was undergoing renovations.

"Idiot." Romano muttered under his breath.

He thought about what he'd say when he saw Spain. Things were bad, the way he left off. And he wasn't good at getting things out. Especially his feelings. He hadn't brought his guitar, but he wasn't planning on singing to him either.

Romano rubbed the back of his neck as he got closer to Spain's house. He took a deep breath as he got onto the street which Spain lived on.

"Alright." He exhaled, turning onto Spain's property. He saw Spain standing on the front steps with . . . someone. Romano quickly hid behind a bush, looking at the scene and trying to make out anything that was going on. He felt a small anger swell up in his chest as he looked at the scene. Romano wished he could just hear what was going on.

Then he saw the two men kiss. Romano's eyes grew wide, eyebrows shot up, and mouth hung slightly open. It felt as though his stomach dropped in a rush down to the base of his gut. He heart felt like it had stopped in his chest.

They pulled away from each other, but he could see the later gently place his hand on Spain's face intimately.

Romano bit his lip, tears swelling in his eyes. His hands balled into fists. He looked away and ran off back to his hotel.

When Romano arrived back he didn't go inside. Pulling his keys out of his pants pocket he climbed into the car, driving out of the parking lot and to . . . wherever. He didn't know. He just needed to get out of there. To get out of Spain.

He drove for hours, but it felt so much shorter. Like the events that just past were only seconds away. The impact of them still felt fresh throughout his body. Romano felt like he could see Spain with that other man, their lips together and he just- couldn't. get. it. out. of. his. mind!

When he was about a mile into France he pulled over to the side of the road carelessly. He jumped lanes, almost crashing the car in doing so. Cars honked at him, but he didn't care.

He stared out the windshield, just staring as he let tears fall from his eyes. Finally he let them pour out as he slammed his hands onto the steering wheel. Romano ran his hands over his face, holding his head as he cried, letting out sobs. His thoughts shouted at him.

Of course he moved on! You did nothing but push him away! It wouldn't be hard for anyone to get over you! You're nothing special. He cried some more, putting the car in drive and heading to the one place he could seek comfort. The only place he could seek comfort as much as he didn't want to. But Romano had no choice. He was broken. The walls he normally put up had been broken down and he needed someone to take care of him while he wallowed.

So he headed to Berlin, Germany.