SpainxRomano: Birthday

  Spain sat in silence in wait. A small smile was on his face in wait. Romano who was sitting on the other side of the table who was enjoying a nice breakfast looked up at the Spanish man and scowled,"Why the hell do you look so happy?"

  Spain's face fell a bit. He didn't remember what today was? He smiled again, a bit more upset than before,"W-well Romano...isn't today special...? For something? Or someone?"

  He took another bite of his breakfast before looking at him with a bit of anger in his eyes,"What the fuck are you getting at?"

  Spain sighed and gathered himself from the table a bit upset his best friend couldn't even remember. "Nothing Lovino..." He said a bit upset before walking out of the room in a mopey heap.

  Romano immediately noticed this, seeing as how he didn't get all touchy-feely this morning and the fact that he didn't use 'Lovi' but rather, 'Lovino'. He finished his food quickly, a bit concerned about Spain now. He knew there was something today, he just didn't know what it was.

  "Hey Romano?" Turning his head slightly, he saw Belgium behind him with a smile on her face,"Have you seen Spain this morning?"

  Romano clenched his fists a bit and turned around,"Yea. I don't know what's up with that stupid tomato bastard, but he's all depressed."

  "Romano?" Her hand grazed his shoulder gently,"Did you forget today is his birthday?"

  Romano could feel his face flush. How could he forget his own boss' birthday? But still, he denied it to Belgium,"Why the hell would I? Of course I remember." He tore his shoulder from her hand and completely ignored the fact that it was still early. He grabbed a jacket by the door and opened it slightly,"I'll be back in awhile!" With that, he exited and slammed the door behind him.

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   "Oí! Fratello!" Romano snapped while knocking (or rather beating down) the door. "Wake up! It's fucking freezing!"

  As he asked, the door opened up, but to the less-than friendly face of someone he hated with a burning passion,"Vhat zhe hell are you trying to do?"

  "Fucking potato bastard...what the fuck are you doing at my fratello's home!?" Romano said, trying to resist the urge to slam the door into Germany's face.

  Germany sighed, obviously not wanting to deal with Italy's annoying brother so early in the morning,"He invited me over. Now, vhat do you want?"

  "I want you to get the fuck out of my brother's house." He hissed before pushing he was past Germany and into his brother's house. "If you really must know, I forgot that stupid tomato bastard's birthday was today."

  He could feel the German rolling his blue eyes at that before shutting the door behind him,"And vhat did you think you vould accomplish by asking your idiot bruder?"

  "Because..." He was trying to find the words to put this lightly and as simply as possible without saying anything about his feelings like a sappy girl. "He likes you...kind of the way I like him."

  "So you love him?"

  Romano turned around, looking at him angrily,"Shut the hell up potato bastard! I never said that!"

  Again, he rolled his eyes. "Look. I know you don't like me, I don't like you much eizher, but hear me out." Romano growled and crossed him arms impatiently. "It's obvious he likes you too you know-"

  "But he'll never let me-" He noticed a dark glare fromGermany and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

  "Just get him somezhing with a lot of meaning..." He said, trying not to show his annoyance. "Now get out."

  "You don't own the fucking house!" Romano snapped as he opened the door. "And I swear, if you did anything to my brother, I'm going to kill you!" With that, he slammed the door shut behind him.

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  "Fucking potato bastard...dumbass fratello..." Romano mumbled while walking down the streets in a huff. "I swear to fucking god if he did anything to my fratello, I'm going to kick his ass into the Arctic ocean with two cinder blocks tied to his feet..."

  He shoved his hands in his pockets, the cool air starting to get to him,"What the hell am I exactly supposed to do now?" Looking around, he noticed pretty much every store was more or less set for the next big holiday; St. Valentine's Day. Was this maybe the simply solution to his problem?

  Maybe it wasn't a very simple solution, seeing as how he would have to be all loving and caring for the Spanish man, but if it would get Spain out of his small amount of depressive state, it was worth it to try.

  He made his way to a flower vender and sighed, pulling out his wallet.

  Spain sat on the couch, bored out of his mind. Even Romano left him all alone now. Belgium and the Netherlands went off to some unknown source but he knew it was for him. And Romano? He just left in a huff. The one person he wanted to have acknowledge his birthday completely disappeared off the face of the earth.

  Sighing, he laid himself down, pulling a blanket over his head and grumbling underneath his concealment. He heard the door quietly open and close behind someone,"Oí, bastardo!"

  Spain pulled the warm covering off over his head,"Lovi~ Where have you been?" His green eyes glistened with excitement and also a bit with worry and concern.

  Romano averted his eyes away from the excited Spaniard's. "I just needed to get out for a bit okay? It's not like I died." He turned his head slightly to look at Spain who was just kind of sitting there in his own folly.

  Making his way over, he sat next to the befuddled Spain,"H-Happy...B-birthday..." He stuttered as he spoke, unbeknownst to him. He tried to calm himself down by taking in a deep breath of air, but it failed miserably. His heart was pounding and he felt incredibly nervous.

  "Romano...you don't look so hot..." Spain said, sitting himself up and pulling Romano closer to him. "What have you been doing all day?"

  "I-I've been walking around!" He snapped a bit, back into his normal and angered self. "I already told you that you stupid tomato bastard..." He muttered out the last part while crossing his arms angrily. "I went to see my stupid fratello and that damned potato bastard was at his house..."

  "Why did you visit tu hermano, mi tomate?" Spain asked while even pinching his cheeks a bit. Romano pushed Spain's hand away simply before being pulled by the waist towards the man,"Lovi~ you're so-"

  Romano pushed him away,"S-stop it! Y-you're crushing your flower-" They both paused and looked at each other in complete silence. Romano reached behind his back and pulled out a small flower with red spreading on his face,"It got crushed..."

  "Romano, what has gotten into you to-" Before he could finish, Romano grabbed the neck of Spain's shirt. At first, he felt like Romano might try to his him. But instead, he pulled Spain a bit closer before pressing his lips up against his.

  Spain sat in utter shock for a brief moment, trying to process in his mind exactly what was going on in Romano's mind. But obviously, he was a touch book to crack so he simply gave up and kissed him back.

  A bit shocked, Romano jumped back, holding his chest where his rapidly beating heart was soaring and catching his breath. His face was completely red and he shook a bit. Spain laughed lightly before slinging his arm around Romano's shoulder,"I knew you liked me..." He said with a sly smile.

  "Shut up tomato-sucking bastard..."