C. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in France. ^^ Enjoy.
Random one-shot #3 ~ SpaMano (Spain x Italy Romano)
Romano growled as he checked his watch, nine o'clock in the evening: fourteenth of February. Valentines day.
"Damnit... That idiota forgot. Not like I care or anything!" The Italian announced to nothing, as if trying to convince himself. "It's not as if I specifically asked that damn tomato bastard to come over today because I wanted to tell him how I felt about him! Oh f*** it... Who am I trying to fool?"
Sighing, Lovino decided that if Antonio wasn't even going to bother to turn up. He may as well go to sleep, nothing important was happening tonight... Not that he'd be invited if there was. Veneziano represented them both at the World Meets, so Romano didn't know many of the other nations particularly well.
Not that he wanted to know them! Only idiots relied on other people to make them happy! And Italy Romano was no idiot.
Chucking his unbuttoned shirt into the corner, the Italian grimaced. He'd bought that shirt especially for today, same with the shoes he'd just kicked off.
"F***ing February, f***ing Valentines, f***ing love, f***ing Antonio!" Lovino landed on the bed with a groan. "Should have expected him to bail."
There was a crash as a window shattered, a blur of red shot through the now broken window, pouncing on top of Romano.
"Hola mi tomate!" Spain grinned inanely. "Were you expecting me?"
"Yes I was expecting you! But not like that bastardo!" The South of Italy snapped back.
"Because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Antonio laughed.
"Did you break my window, land on top of me in a perverted position, and scare the s*** out of me, just to make a reference to some stupid British comedy group?!"
"Si!" Spain chuckled, before glancing at how he had landed on Romano. The Brunette quickly jumped off the younger Mediterranean nation. "Lo siento Lovi. Heh." The Spaniards tanned checks were vaguely red tinted.
"What do you want, Antonio?"
"Uh... Didn't you ask me to come over? You said you had something important to tell me! I was hoping you'd invented a tomato flavoured ice cream!"
"Why would I invent- I don't have anything important to say to you, Tomato Bastard! It's not as if I give a damn about you or anything!" A heavy blush was rapidly spreading across Lovino's face.
"Oh, okay. I'll just go then." Antonio began walking to the door. "Happy Valentines Day Lovi..."
Romano's instincts took over; he grabbed the elder's wrist, causing Spain to turn around. Determined hazel stared into confused emerald. Slowly, Antonio seemed to understand what Lovino was trying to say, without saying anything. The Spaniard's hand cupped Romano's chin, gently bringing the Italian's face closer to his own.
"Te amo Italia."
"Ti amo España."