Tik, tok, tik tok
Tik, tok, tik, tok
How many days has it been? 1, 5, 17, 32? I've lost count
Maybe they're right. Maybe they're all right. I'm just being selfish, aren't I? Would you tell me to leave you be? I want to understand
You're disappointed, aren't you? I don't blame you, I've become someone to be hated, haven't I? But there's really nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy
Sadly, it looks like that isn't enough
Heroes will help you find good in yourself
Your friends won't forsake you for somebody else
They'll both stand beside you through thick and through thin
That's how it goes, with Heroes and Friends
"S-Spain! You bastard! Stop hogging all the damn Tomatoes!" A rather petite young man loudly complained. Burnt Auburn colored hair, hazel eyes, and an everlasting frown, this little Italian was known as Lovino Vargas, Romano of South Italy. The other, well his name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, aka Spain. Medium fluffy brown hair and glittering emerald eyes, he sure was a treasure to look at. Woman seemed to show up around every corner swooning over the man, which made Romano furious.
"Romano, I have to harvest them, it's Tomato season." The Spaniard replied back with a sweet smile that could melt the coldest ice. Romano let out a soft 'Tch' and crossed his arms.
"So what? I just want a damn Tomato
" He turned the other way to show his frustration, much like a small child would do. Softly placing his left hand on Romano's shoulder, he waved a Tomato in front of his face with the other. Instantly, Romano's curl furled and his eyes lit up. Grasping the Tomato, he bit into it with a satisfied grin.
"Grazie, bastard.", he simply said, noming on the juicy fruit. Spain picked off the last of his Tomatoes and grabbed the basket with tons of them inside.
"I'll be back, Roma~ I have to take these to the market, will you be alright here by yourself?" After swallowing the last bite of Tomato, Romano turned furious towards Spain.
"Of course I can, stupid! I'm not some little kid you know!" Slightly startled by his words, he stepped back a few paces. Of course he knew that Romano wasn't a kid, he just wanted him to be safe. Was he really still treating him like a child?
"Lo siento, Romanito~ I didn't mean that in a bad way." Still frowning, Romano kept his arms crossed.
"Yeah whatever, just go."
"I won't be gone too long, so don't miss me too much~!", he called with a wide open smile and a wink. Romano just frowned even more and turned away.
"As if I would!", he called after, but Spain had already gone.
Appearing before a rather old man in his 60's, Spain wore his cheerful smile and as he handed the man the Tomatoes, in return he handed Spain 40 pesos. It wasn't much, but it was something at least. Waving good-bye, Spain turned and began walking back to his home, not before bumping right into a blonde while turning.
"Watch where the bloody hell you're going!", he yelled, rubbing his poor head. When he opened his eyes, he also Jade colored Orculs'.
"Por favor, perdóname.", Spain offered, holding out his hand. The blonde immediately recognized who he had just been thrown down and quickly stood up, dusting himself off.
"I don't need your help, bloody git." Spain let down his hand and shrugged. He was only trying to be nice, after all. Even if it was England. Although, he wondered why he was here in such a place anyway.
"England, why are you here?", he asked casually, despite the mans rudeness.
"None of your business you twat.", he paused. He was in a grumpy mood today since Al had probably done something stupid again. "Where's Lovino? Isn't he usually with you?" England questioned, changing the subject somewhat.
"He's at home, but later I'm going to take him to an Italian restaurant, he'd love that~" Spain seemed to have a little excitement in his reply, since he was talking about Romano.
"Just you two?" England raised an eyebrow in suspicion, looking straight at Spain.
"Why, yes! Even though I don't have much money, I really want to take him some place nice." Spain's smile afterwards was so bright and genuine, you'd think he was in love.
Like a date?", he continued, his voice getting more serious with each question.
Si, I guess you could say that~" He has no idea where England was going with these questions, but he just answered each one honestly. It's not like he was going to hide his feelings or anything.
"But Romano is very much younger than you are
" Spain didn't understand. What did that have to do with anything? Yeah, Romano was younger than him, but he still loved him all the same.
"Si! And I love him with all of my heart, which is why I really want to do something nice for him." England sighed and seemed to mumble something under his breath.
"Yes, but he's MUCH younger than you are. What you are suggesting here is that you are a pedophile, am I wrong?" Spain was shocked at England's accusation. What does a little age have to do with a person's love? Spain loved Romano for who he was, he loved everything about him, why should he let a little thing like age get in the way?
"E-Eh?! But what does age have to do wit-" England cut him off.
"Everything, idiot! It's wrong to force someone who's younger than you to fall in love with you! Do you even know if he loves YOU?" England's words pierced his heart like an ice cold poison dagger. But, was he right? Did Romano not love him? What was he thinking, Romano never shows his feelings towards Spain so he was just fooling himself, wasn't he? Spain just stared at the ground, aimlessly wandering his mind for words to speak.
I don't." His answer was so short but yet, if he said any more, surely he would have burst into tears. He was so stupid, thinking that Romano cared about him. Who would, after that one time where he wanted to just give Romano up. He wouldn't forgive himself for that either.
"I see. Well, I think you should just leave him be. Do you even know if he's gay or bisexual? You never asked, did you?" Spain thought long about those questions. It was true, he never did ask, but that's the kind of question you don't just go up and ask someone about.
"Yeah, you're right
I was just fooling myself, and now I see what an idiot I am. He wouldn't love me anyway
" His eyes started to tear up, but he wouldn't cry in front of England. Definitely not someone like England, it would just make things worse. "Gracias, Inglaterra
I won't bother Romano anymore." And with that, Spain turned away and walked home, using every strength he had in him to hold his tears until he got home. Actually, it wasn't like him to cry, he was the Country of Passion, not the Country of Wimps. But sadly, he could no longer be that way, for he only felt passion for one person, and he bet that the person he loved hated all that teasing and affection he had given him. After all, Spain was probably just a sick pedophile in his eyes
Crashing down on his bed, he hugged one of his pillows and quietly let his tears rush down on his fresh bed sheets Belgium had probably cleaned. By now, Romano was probably mad at him for not returning to the Tomato field, but he just couldn't go back
But he couldn't avoid Romano forever. It made Spain's heart ache for avoiding him for the first time. Before now, he had no reason to. But he had no choice, all this time he has been an annoyance to Romano, and he didn't even know it. Spain immediately silenced himself as soon as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Oh no, could it be?
"Spain, you didn't even say hi to me when you came in, are you alright?" It was Belgium. Spain sighed out of relief and dried his eyes before she could notice.
"O-Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" It felt so weird lying, Spain had no reason to lie, ever. But he didn't want to worry her.
"Spain, I know you were crying
What's wrong?" Spain sat up, tossing his pillow on the floor in disgust at himself. Great, she knew. That's the second last thing he wanted to happen.
"Belgium, can you please
.Leave? I'm sorry, I'm not myself today." Belgium furrowed her brow in slight annoyance. Why in the world would she leave when he's like this?
"Whatever you're sulking about, just go in the backyard and look at the stars or something and 'think'. You might figure out how to solve your problem." After that, Belgium sighed tiredly and walked out of the room. Look at the stars, huh? I guess that could help. Dragging himself off the bed, he grudgily walked downstairs and to the back patio. He glanced at the stars, then moved forward and plopped himself on the grass, placing his arms behind his head.
Wait, what did he need to think about? How much he loved Romano? How much Romano hated him? He wanted desperately to just end it all, it was too much to handle. And it didn't help that every time he looked at a different set of stars, all he saw was Romano's face. It was official. He was just some lovesick puppy from the very beginning.
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
For all the things I couldn't do.
." He was startled by the mention of his name. Looking up, he could see his Romano looking right at him. No, Romano wasn't his
Why are you here?" The nation grumpily sat to the left of Spain, his hands stuffed in the jacket he had worn.
"Why the fuck do you think, stupid?" He snarled brashly, then inhaled to calm himself down. "You didn't go back to the field like you said you would so I was worried, okay? Now shut up." Romano didn't need to add the 'shut up' part, since Spain didn't even say anything, but he felt the need to anyway.
.Worried?" Romano glanced at him, wondering why he wouldn't think he'd be worried after disappearing the rest of the day.
"Of course, dumbass." Without Spain noticing, Romano scooted closer to Spain's body.
" Romano clonked Spain's head with a straight hand. Was Spain really that dense, or was he just stupid?
"Spain, I was worried sick. Do you know how long I looked around town for you? I asked everyone everywhere if they had seen you, but the one person who saw you didn't know where you went. So I followed the god damn trail he told me and ran into England, and asking him where the hell you were. I started bitching at him because he wouldn't tell me, and then
" Romano inhaled after that spew of confession. Well, it wasn't really a confession, but he was trying his best to explain to Spain what happened.
.Don't tell me
" Spain bit his lip in fear that England had told Romano their conversation. If he did, then everything would be over. No, it already was
"Yes, Spain. England told me what happened." Oh god no. Why?
Now that Romano knew
He was so afraid of what Romano was going to say, he had never been so afraid in his life.
" Spain blinked when he heard his human name. Romano NEVER called him by that name, not ever. "Don't worry about what England said. I actually
" It was less worse than he thought, but he cringed thinking that what Romano was going to say next was something along the lines of 'But I don't feel that way, sorry.'
"No, let me finish." He breathed in again. "I'm only going to say this once so listen up." Romano's face turned to a rosy tint of red. "I actually think it's
That you wanted to take me to an Italian restaurant
Spain was completed dumbfounded at Romano's words. He usually NEVER said those words in such a way. But he was so relieved that Romano wasn't going to hate him for it.
"Spain, I am
Bisexual, you know
You could have just asked, you know." What? Was he serious? But
Romano still didn't have feelings for him, did he? "Actually, the only reason I am bisexual
He mumbled out the last few words in a whisper, Spain couldn't catch what he said.
"What was that?" Romano blushed even more red, and looked down.
"It's because I've fallen for you, god damn bastard." Spain's eyes widened with such vivity that words cannot describe. Romano turned away to hide his completely red face.
", Spain started. "Is that really true?" Romano peered back at Spain, who was looking straight at him. He grit his teeth and turned back around, his face only centimeters from the other's.
"I wouldn't lie about something like that, stupid." That last remark was Romano's last sentence on the matter, because he crashed his lips upon the Spaniard's, making the both of them blush like glowing orchids. Spain raised his hand and gently held Romano's face so he wouldn't pull away, the moment was too precious. But eventually, Spain let go and Romano gently pulled away from the kiss.
Really do love me then. Romano, I'm so happy!", he cried and threw his arms around the Italian. Spain held Romano's body as close to him as possible, and Romano in turn hiding his adorable blushing face in Spain's shirt.
'Oh god, I fucking hope none of the other countries find out about this
If they know I'm dating Spain, I'll- No, we'll both be laughing stocks
And France would take advantage of that
' Romano thought, holding Spain close to himself as well without even realizing it.
Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide because it's you I miss.
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back
I'm sorry for blaming you
Meanwhile, England is raping America behind a department store. Hypocrite.