[Authors note: Hullo!!! Just wanted to warn you, my dear reader, that there is going to be some swearing. I mean, how can you have romano wit out swearing!? You can't! Oh yeah! And If you're uncomfortable with guys kissing other guys, (but only kissing!) you might want to not read my Hetalia ships. Aaaanywho... enjoy!]
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Romano walked through the park and sighed. Being as stubborn as he was, he would not admit that he was lonely... but he was. He was very very dreadfully lonely. He would also never admit that he felt like like he was being ignored by Spain. EVER. But he felt very very dreadfully like Canada [sorry Canada]. He didn't understand the tightness in his chest that he got when he saw Spain or the dizzy feeling he got when his thoughts wandered to Spain and he especially despised the was he would shout profanities when Spain when all that Spain would do would would speak kindly to him. Maybe he's just sick of me. Romano thought glumly. The with a jolt, he dismissed the thought. Wha-why the fuck do I care?! I-I'm glad that that idiot is out of my life!! Romano scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets.
After a few more minutes of walking around aimlessly with a very unattractive scowl on his face, Romano noticed a figure running towards him. Romano's heart fluttered as a voice in the back of his head screamed that it was Spain. Then, he noticed a curl similar to his own and realized that it was just his idiot brother. "Romanooo!!!" Italy shouted, "He-help meeeee!!! Helpmehelpmehelpme!!!!" Romano scowled once again. "Slow down you idiot!" Romano shouted at him, but by the time the word escaped his lips, it was already too late. Italy crashed into Romano and the two Italians tumbled to the ground. Even before Romano opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. Romano opened his eyes and glared daggers at his ditzy brother. "Damn it!" Romano said, causing Italy to jerk away in fright, pulling their knotted curls, "Now look at what you've done!" By about this time, Germany had reached the two of them. "Italy!!" he shouted, running up next to the ditzy Italian, "Italy! Are you okay?" Italy sniffled and wiped away a tear. "I-I'm fine, dotisu." Romano glared at the German. "Yeah, I'm fine too, you fucking potato bastard! Thanks for asking, you nazi!" Romano hissed. The German glared at Romano for a moment, before going back to tending to Italy. Romano groaned.
Just as he was about to shout another string of insults at the German, Romano heard, "Roma!~ Roma, are you okay!? What on earth happened!" Romano whipped his head around and saw briefly the shape of Spain running towards them, but only briefly because pain jolted through his skull. Spain knelt down in front of Romano. "Does anything hurt? Are there any cuts? Bruises? When did this-" Romano's chest got tight and his face got hot. "I'm fine!" Romano snapped at him, "Italy just crashed into me!" Spain smiled sadly and helped the italy brothers up. "We can untangle their curls at my place," Spain said to Germany, "My house is just down the road a few blocks." Germany thought for a moment, but then finally agreed.
On the way to Spain's house, Italy somehow found a way to look cute whilst he was in pain. He clung to Germany's arm and whimpered. Romano glared at his feet. I can be cute too. Romano said to himself. Romano sighed and let go his grumpy façade. Romano let his shy and nervous inner feelings show on his now softened features. Romano gave Spain a sideways glance and quickly looked back at his feet. Spain smiled and held Romano's hand. Romano's face reddened, his heart rattled around in his chest, his chest tightened up like crazy. Romano shrugged away from Spain and held his healed his hand to his chest as if to protect it from Spain. Spain chuckled and moved closer to Romano. Romano blushed and moved slowly towards Spain.
When the four of the arrived at Spain's house, Romano felt like he was going to be sick. He felt so strange! His stomach was doing flips, his face was similar to the shade of a tomato that he had eaten earlier that day, his heart was pounding in his ears, and his chest was as tight as a drum. What's wrong with me? Romano thought to himself, Am I sick? Romano pulled his brother to the couch and they sat down. Romano waited patiently for Germany and Spain to do something. For a long time, They didn't do anything. Romano glared at them and tried to fix the curl himself. As soon as Romano started, Italy started moaning and making weird sounds. Romano felt the same thing that Italy was feeling, so he tried to work slowly and carefully, but the slower he worked, the worse it felt. "Nnmff." Romano accidentally let slip. Romano felt like he was playing with himself and his brother. It was just so wrong. So unnatural. So...
Finally, the curls became unknotted and the two Italians doubled over, panting and sweating. Romano looked up at Germany and Spain. Germany's cheeks were dusted with pink. Spain was much worse... like much much much worse. Spain's face was completely red and it looked like he had hastily wiped away a nose bleed. Romano apologized to his brother. "It's fine, Romano." Italy said kindly, "Thank you for fixing my curl!~" Romano shooed him away and Italy and Germany left the Spaniards house, leaving Romano and Spain... alone.
Spain took a deep breath and sat down next to Romano. "Romano?" Spain said awkwardly. Romano cut his eyes at Spain. "I wasn't trying to be weird, okay!!" Romano said venomously. Spain looked at his feet. "I-I know." he said, "I was just too nervous to do it myself because I didn't want you to think that I would be taking advantage of you. I-I'm sorry you had to do that on your own." Romano felt his face heating up. Please don't think I'm a freak! Romano cried in his mind. Spain placed his hand on Romano's trembling arm. "He was my brother and I..." Romano said, trembling from the wrongness that he felt. Spain hugged Romano tightly. "Shhh...shhh... It's okay, my little Roma. It's not your fault, Roma." Romano felt warm and safe inside of Spain's embrace. He heard Spain's steady, strong heartbeat and felt like a little kid again. Romano cried silently for a while until he fell into a deep, deep, sleep."
{Later that evening}
Romano woke up to find himself still in Spain's strong arms. After a few moments of just starring at the peaceful, handsome Spain, Romano kissed Spain's cheek. "I'm sorry I yell at you." Romano said, "I'm sorry for being so stupid and ignorant and just an over all crybaby. The truth is that I love you, but I'm too afraid to tell you. I'm just scared." Romano rested his head on Spain's chest. Spain opened his eyes and looked at Romano in shock. "D-did you mean that?" Spain asked. Romano felt his face get hot and his eyes widened. "You...You were awake!?" Romano exclaimed. Spain smiled and hugged Romano tightly and laughed. "You're so cute, Roma!~" Spain exclaimed, "Do you get the tight chest and the dizziness, too?" Before Romano could respond, Spain crashed his lips agents his.
Romano fought at first, but them he melted into the kiss. He ran his fingers through Spain's dark hair and tried to get as close to him as possible. As the seconds passed into minutes and those minutes added up, it became nearly a half hour before Spain and Romano parted. "Ti amo.~" Romano moaned. Spain ran his fingers though Romano's hair. "Te amo, también." Spain said in response. Romano smiled and was about to kiss Spain again, but then the door to Spain's house was flung open.
"Spaaaain!~" France said when he saw Spain and Romano in the position that they were in, "What took you so long?~" Prussia laughed his signature laugh and said, "What took Spain so long? What took Romano so long!?" Romano turned bright red. "C-C-CHIIIIIGIIIII!!!" Spain wrapped his arms protectively around Romano and started laughing. "Leave my little Roma alone, guys!" Romano buried his face in Spain's shirt to hide his massive blush. France squealed and said, "Soooo cute! I knew that this would happen eventually!~"
Fin.
