World's love (AmericaxWorld one-shots) (COMPLETED)

SpUs- Once A Friendly Feeling

For Eclipse_The_Werewolf
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Spain stared at the wall the cafeteria of the meeting hall. The world conference was taking place in Barcelona so that meant Spain had to manage the meeting. As you all know world meetings or just anything involving nations in general can be chaotic so Spain was already tired even though the first half of the meeting had just needed. And you wanna know the worst part? Spain didn't even get to talk to his crush.

The United States of America.

Well it didn't start out as a crush really. Spain had always viewed the American as a younger brother ever since he'd met the younger nation centuries ago. The two bonded over their love of horses and the outdoors so Spain was very sad when he had to go to war with America over Cuba and The Philippines. During this war, hate and animosity grew between them staying that way until some time around WWII.

Spain, despite being on the side of the Axis Powers, rushed over to America's house when he heard about the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor. Seeing the younger nation wrapped nearly head to toe in bandages nearly brought Spain to tears. Spain wanted to help America so bad since he knew America would most likely enter the war after being attacked. Alas it was not what his boss wanted at the time so Spain had no choice but to just watch from the sidelines as America's anger was unleashed upon the Axis Powers.

Then there was the time Spain realized that he didn't view America as a little brother. Maybe he did once but not now or ever again. He always found himself entranced by the American's smile and even more so by his loud yet energetic laugh. It was almost like a siren's song to Spain one he couldn't escape from no matter how hard he tried. And he hated himself for it.

He hated how America could send a shiver down his spine with the most innocent pat on the Spaniard's back. He hated how he blushed when America smiled at him. He hated how he would lose sleep countless nights trying to picture what it would be like with America laying next to him. Spain wasn't sure what to do with his overwhelming feelings. Normally he'd just shrug feelings off but he knew he could to that this time. Not with America. Not with Alfred.

Spain heard himself growl and quick snapped his head to the side when he felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. "Are you-a-okay, tomato bastard?" His former charge asked trying to mask the worry in his tone by glaring at Spain. "Ah Lovi! I don't know what to do!" Spain cried hugging the short Italian half Nation close to him ignoring the others obvious protests. "Get off me, you-a bastard! Is this about-a that hamburger loving bastard again?" Romano asked sighing when Spain nodded sadly.

Spain had come to Romano drunk many nights sobbing about his crush on America and how it would never become a reality. Romano (reluctantly) became Spain's shoulder to cry on listening to the former pirate when he was so frustrated with his feelings. Despite how Romano acted towards Spain on a daily basis the Southern Italian really did care for him after the man had raised him.

"Why don't you-a just tell him about how you-a feel? This is clearly not the best for your-a health." Romano said no longer able to look not concerned for the older nation. "But what if he rejects me Romano? What if he doesn't love me?" Spain asked looking even more teary eyed than before. "Then he-a rejects you. It's his-a loss, you're a great guy, tomato bastard. If America can't-a see then fuck him, right?" Spain couldn't help but smile at the shorter half country.

"Thank you so much, mi tomate!" Spain exclaimed hugging the younger much to his protests. "I've made up my mind! I'm going to ask him after the meeting." Spain then released the other from his vice grip got up from the table the two of them were sitting at and marched out of the cafeteria looking like a man on a mission.

Romano smiled a tiny microscopic smile as he watched his former caretaker exit the cafeteria. Romano hoped America would say yes because if he didn't then Spain's heart would be broken and nobody, not even Romano himself, could put it back together.
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America let out a sigh of relief as the meeting was brought to a close by Spain who looked really nervous for some reason. America just chalked it up to dealing with the meeting in general. Seriously some of these guys are just pure nuts when put together! America was about to exit the meeting room when he heard Spain call after him. "America, could you stay behind? I need to discuss something with you...." Spain trailed off on the last part in favor of wiping the nervous sweat off himself.

America turned around to only to see Spain a few inches away from him. Like nose to nose close. "Yeah, Spain?" America asked looking concerned as a red hue began to spread across Spain's cheeks. Was the Spanish Nation sick or something? "W-Will you--w-will y-y-you---" Spain was stuttering so pathetically that his brian made him unconsciously switch languages.

"Estados Unidos de América, ¿saldrás conmigo?" Spain asked before realizing his mistake. As far as he thought America knew little to no Spanish so that meant America had no clue what he just said. Now America was gonna hate him for saying something wr-- Spain's thoughts were halted abruptly by a simple "Sí". "What?" Was all Spain could say. America could understand Spanish AND speak it too? Good lord Spain just fell harder then ever before.

"I said 'Sí' meaning I'll go on a date with you Spain." America smiled at the older nation who felt like he was about to faint. America said yes! He said yes! Before Spain even knew what was happening he'd already picked up America bridal style and was dancing around with the younger nation in his arms. "¡Te amo! ¡Te amo!" Spain sang as he danced around the empty meeting room with a surprised American in his arms.

"Woah. Slow down there Spain!" America exclaimed wrapping his arms around the Spaniard's neck to prevent himself from falling. "I can't help it, mi amor. I've wanted to ask you for so long and you said yes! How can I slow down?" Spain let out a joy filled laugh then pecked America on the cheek causing the younger nation to blush slightly at the affection and words. "Come now, mi dulce. Let us go out and after we can make lo-" Spain was cut off by America who pressed a finger to his lips in a 'shhh' motion.

"Spain, I don't even kiss on the first date. If we're gonna do this we gotta go slow dude." America said looking serious for once though it was hard for Spain take him seriously with the still present on his face. America removed his finger from his lips and Spain spoke. "My apologies, mi amor. We can take it slow if that's what you want." Spain said smiling at the other who just smiled back.

"Awesome! Can you put me down now?" Spain blushed when he realized his actions from earlier seemed a bit..weird. "Lo siento, América." Spain apologized looking embarrassed at his own actions. "There's nothin' to say sorry for Spain. Now I believe you owe me a date." America teased intertwining his fingers with Spain's causing an unknown spark to pass between the two countries.

"I believe I do." Spain said back before guiding his date to the doors so that they could go enjoy their evening together. As the couple exit the room with Spain holding the door for America and the American commenting on how much of a gentleman Spain was they didn't see the smiling Southern Italian in the corner. Romano was happy for Spain but he also knew that half the world (himself not included) had feelings for that American bastard. Romano decided that Spain's happiness was the most important thing in the world at that very moment.

Even if he has to get his hands dirty to keep it that way.
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