'God damn it. I knew it! He's the same as everyone else. Why wouldn't he leave me for Feliciano like all the others?' Thought the personification of South Italy as he watched his long term boyfriend smiling and laughing with his younger brother. He rolled his eyes and tried to be mad, but really he was just hurt. And maybe jealous. But he would never admit that.
"You're too cute Feli!"
"Grazie Spagna~" Giggled the little Italian. Spain reached over to ruffle his auburn hair, which only fueled Romano's rage. 'That's way too close to his damn curl.' He though angrily.
"Bastard..." He muttered under his breath. Tears were starting form in his eyes already. 'Get it together Romano!' He scolded himself.
Finally, Spain stood up and turned to Romano with a huge stupid smile on his face.
"Ready to go Romano?"
Romano? What? His heart sunk. Spain hardly ever called him that! It was always 'Lovi' or 'Roma'. But normally it was 'mi amor' or just 'amor'. He crossed his arms and nodded, turning away.
"Ciao Spagna, ciao fratello!" Italy called out.
"Adios Italia!" Spain called back cheerfuly.
"Yea whatever, ciao idiota." The brunette grumbled.
Spain took Romano's pale hand in his and led him out the door. They could walk back to the house they shared, since it was only about a block away from Italy's.
"Your brother is so cute Roma~" Spain cooed, looking back at the other Italian's house with a dorky smile on his face.
"Maybe you should go date him then." Romano mumbled.
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
"Okay then~"
'You wouldn't care anyway, bastard.' The Italian thought sadly. He glanced over at the brunette walking next to him. It was just too good to be true. How could someone as amazing and happy and passionate as Spain possibly want anything to do with him? 'He probably only puts up with me because he feels bad for me.' Romano's eyes widened and got teary again as possibilities started flowing into his head. 'What if he's cheating on me? Or what if he wants to break up with me? He probably does, since I treat him like trash. I don't deserve him!'
"Roma? Roma are you okay?!" Spain broke him out of his thoughts.
"Huh? What?"
"Roma your crying mi amor, whats the matter?"
"Che?!?! N-Nothings the matter bastard! I'm fine!" He stuttered, wiping his face with his sleeves. Spain pulled him in for a quick a hug and ruffled his hair.
"You can tell me you know..." He assured the Italian as he reluctantly returned the Spaniard's hug.
"No I can't." Romano replied quietly.
"Que? Why not mi amor?"
"Because you wouldn't understand."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. Now can we just get home? We don't need to have a make-out session in the middle of the road."
"Who said we were going to make out?" Spain taunted, winking at the blushing Italian.
"U-Uh...n-never mind bastard." Romano said quickly, turning back to the road. Thank god they were almost home.
~Time skip like 3 minutes or something~
