~one shots~

hetalia: spamano

"The weather outside is great, don't you think, Romano?" asked the cute Spaniard.

"Hmph, no."

"Oh, come on Roma! Don't be like that! Veneziano will be here soon!"

"Mi fratello's name is Feliciano."

"Yeah, well I heard that he's bringing Ludwig."

"I can't believe Feli fell for that damn potato bastard," Romano responded, his Italian accent think with anger.

"They seem good for each other."

"Then you're just as stupid as mi fratello!"

"You don't mean that," the Spaniard answered sadly.

"Like hell I don't, Antonio! Every single fucking day you leave to do God knows what! You leave me here all alone, and you've been doing it ever since I was a fucking kid!"

"Romano, calm down."

"That's another thing, tomato bastard! You've known me long enough to know my fucking name is Lovino, not Romano! Stop calling me by that damn nickname already!"

Antonio frowned and replied with, "Why are you so mad? You told me not to call you Lovino, remember?"

"Well I changed my mind," Lovino mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"No, really, I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything! Leave me alone!"

"Why won't you just tell me? I know you said something!"

"If you fucking must know I said I changed my mind!" he yelled, his anger returning.

"Why Roma-Lovi?" Antonio asked, correcting himself.

"Perche', ti amo!" Lovino screamed, slipping into Italian.

"Lovi?"

Lovino remained silent and looked away, breaking their eye contact.

"Lovino? You... you love me?"

"Sì," was the whispered response.

"Yo también te amo," Antonio said softly, wrapping Lovino into a tight hug.