Sunshine and Tomatoes

Fowl Play

YASS I FINISHED! But I'm super late for day 4, aaaah! Let's go self! To Romerica and beyond!

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Day 3: Fowl Play

Summary: It's America and Romano against the park's most notorious guards. For Day 3 prompt: First Date/Kiss. Heads up for smitten, unheroic America, OOC Romano and clumsy fails.

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For your first date, you should take your partner somewhere unique and special, they said. Try to be as creative and unconventional as possible, they said. If today isn't going into a list as one of the most peculiar first dates ever, then America had nothing else to say.

He and Italy Romano have been communicating steadily for some time now, either on Skype or Facebook or insert-social-media-website-slash-application here. Nothing extremely crazy of the sort. He confessed to having feelings for the older Italian nation, said Italian nation just happened to like him back — it was a pretty ordinary get-together. Thing is, with Romano being in Europe and America being, well, in America, they had to settle with interacting long distance until a world meeting comes up or one of them finally has a free schedule. Alas, after a month's worth of paperwork done and dusted, Romano is thankfully flying over to come see him and stay at his home for just over a fortnight.

This also means that America has to get his game on and plan one of, if not the most, superb first date ever for the two of them.

At first, he thought of binging home movies or going to a fancy dinner, but everyone does that. Too boring.

He then thought of arcades, bowling or ice skating, but Romano was probably not used to those either.

Circus? Too happy. Obstacle course racing? Too much physical work.

What about swimming? The beach? Beach walking? They could build sandcastles and hunt for crabs. It is on the verge of summer, and Roma could work on the tan he wanted to achieve by the end of the hot season.

When he asked the brunette about it over the phone after agonizingly racking his brain for ideas, Romano responded with going to a picnic. I'll make the food when the time comes so don't you worry your pretty little head about it, amore. And that's because I don't want you to bring burgers and fries, a'ight? Good. Buona notte, America. Ciao.

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Who'd have thought that it wasn't the food they should have worried about, but rather, the park's state of occupancy?

On the day of their first date, give or take a few minutes from midday, the two of them were casually exploring their surroundings hand-in-hand in an attempt to find the perfect spot when the American nation decides that the clearing between the playground and the infamous park lake would have to do. The park pavement is narrow and there are many trees overshadowing the area, something Romano is glad of so he can take a siesta under the shade. They catch sight of a tree with the thickest of trunks and take a break there. America finds himself admiring his good-looking Italian companion while the latter unloads the basket and sets up their picnic blanket, suddenly surprised when the blonde plants a kiss on his cheek.

"I must be the luckiest person in the world to be dating you," the younger says mechanically, still eyeing how Romano is smoothing down the blanket creases with delicate but calloused hands. Malachite eyes narrow at America's apparent smitten state, the owner greatly amused.