"Oh look, it's Spain and Romano!"
Heads turned as the two stepped into the room. Romano blushed and hid his face. Spain smiled, his grip on his partner's hand growing stronger.
"Spain, stop attracting attention," Romano muttered. "I don't want to be seen when I look like this!"
Spain only smiled brighter. "You look fine," he whispered. "Correction-you look handsome. Very handsome." He blushed and put his arm around Romano. The entire crowd clapped at the sight.
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England stood on the other side of the room, jealousy written all over his face.
"Why do they have to be so annoying?" England grumbled. "They make it so public it's sickening."
"I'm not sure, Master," America responded.
"That doesn't help me any. I'm sick of this 'lovey dovey' thing. What do I do?"
"Well," America began. "You could steal him away from Romano. That way, the attention would slip out of their petty little fingers and into your hands."
England thought that over. Is this a situation where I would win? He thought. The Brit eventually decided that this was a winning situation. He snickered and bore an evil grin on his face.
"I know what I want now," he said cruelly. "And that's Spain."
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It's Not You, It's Me
FanfictionSpain and Romano had been together for ages. The perfect couple. In comes England, and all he wants is Spain to himself. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Who will Spain choose? Read to find out.
