Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 1

Lovino Vargas, also known as Southern Italy or Romano, sat attentively (or at least as attentively as one could be) through the world meeting, watching the chaos unfurl. Rather than getting into a stupid argument with someone like America who would defend his point even after being proven wrong, just from being big headed. He decided to sit quietly and let them fight it out while he remained at ease. Remaining at ease was pretty easy today, too. Spain, or Antonio, wasn't really bothering him much today and even if he did it was a simple, "how are you doing?" rather than cooing over just how cute he was when his face was 'red as un tomate~ muy lindo~' stupid Spanish bastard… Not that he entirely minded being doted over. He cared more about the fact that a year ago, maybe even two, he began to realize that he had feelings for the Spaniard stronger than what he thought.

He couldn't really say when these feelings started, maybe back when he was a small nation being taken care of by Spain, or maybe just two years ago when he noticed they were there. Point was, Antonio has always made a big deal of how cute he was ever since he was little, therefore it wouldn't seem like his opinion really changed… he still saw him as a kid despite their human ages being a two/three year difference rather than thirteen or so.

So consumed in thought Lovino was almost about to fall asleep when right at that moment his arm was being poked and then he looked over to see a note, and sitting next to him a grinning Spaniard. He sighed and grabbed the note mumbling, "stupid bastard…" He couldn't just tell him something? He had to write it down? Tch! Though… I guess it's better than nosy nations listening in. When he opened the note it read;

Hi Lovi! I didn't really want to ask out loud because I would hate to disrupt everyone's heated debate about… whatever it is they're debating about, so care to join me out to eat once the meeting is over? It's been a while since I've been able to spend time with you, just you anyways. I mean, if you have plans that's fine… but I'd be really happy if you could! It (being the meeting) should be done soon so… if you don't mind that'd be great, if you do well that's fine too, to each his own. Let me know.
-Love, Antonio <3

L-Love? That idiot tosses that word around too easily… he flipped the note over to see if there was maybe a 'p.s.' or something on the back but there was nothing. As he was flipping the note back to the writing a pencil rolled over to him and hit the elbow of his arm which he had been leaning on. Romano picked up the pencil and set down the note, writing on the blank side;

Sure, whatever. As long as you're paying, I don't have any plans so I'm fine with that.
-Sincerely, Lovino "Romano" Vargas

Lovino folded the note back up and lightly tossed it back to Antonio. He watched as the other man read it, waiting to see his reaction to a yes. Suddenly a wide grin appeared on the Spanish man's face and he redirected it from the paper to Romano, which caused him to look away before all his mushy feelings came up and caused him to blush, or even smile back. He couldn't seem too excited about it… Antonio wanted to hang out as friends. That was all. It's not like he had been asked out on a d-…date… Besides, smiles were just downright contagious. Had he been looking his way much longer he would have smiled. Even if it wasn't an over enthusiastic smile, it'd be enough to make Antonio start gushing over his "cuteness" again, and he had quite enjoyed not being assaulted with hugs and words said in a tone usually reserved for small children and animals.

Coughing Lovino pulled himself out of his thoughts and then turned to his right to face his brother, it was only fair that he let him know a head of time he wouldn't be coming home immediately after the meeting. Unfortunately his stupid brother's attention was stuck to that stupid potato bastard like glue. He was way too clingy of him, if he was with Spain he'd never be—wait! No, because he never would be with that stupid oblivious bastard! Even if he wanted to…

"Oi, Veneziano."

Italy turned away from both Germany and the debate for a moment to beam an innocent looking smile at Romano, "Si, fratello?"

"I'm not going home with you tonight… the tomato bastard asked me out to eat with him after the meeting, and there's nothing better to do at home. So…"

"Ooh, so you're going on a date with big brother Toni?"

This caused Romano's face to turn a deep shade of pink "What!? N-No! Just hanging out with him at a restaurant alone doesn't make it a date!"

Conveniantly enough, as everything always is in Romano's life, Spain decided to join the conversation, "What about a date now?"

"Oh, fratello was just telling me about how you and him are going on a date after the meeting~"

"It's not a date, dammit!" Lovino said, trying not to let Spain see his flushed face.

Antonio took a moment to process what was going on and then smiling as brightly as when he read Romano's response he let out a chuckle, "Oh yes, we're going on a date alright~ Anytime I should have him home by?"

Feliciano started giggling too, "Oh, anytime will do, as long as you both have fun together."

"Oh we wi—" but Antonio didn't finish that sentence, he was cut off by Lovino

"WELL, I'm glad you two are having a nice time joking about this, because I'm not, because it's not a god damn date!!"

"Oh, Romano, you're face is so red just like a—"

"Don't even say it, or I'll take my 'yes' back!"

And with that said Antonio shut up.

"Well fratello, I hope you have fun, and like I told big brother Toni, come home whenever you want, and even if you don't come home, just give me a call so I don't have to worry about you, okay~?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever…" Lovino mumbled, his face was only just beginning to turn back to its normal shade.


The last half hour of the meeting went by pretty fast and everyone both ceased arguing and got up to leave, talking with others as they walked out as if the last two hours of fighting never happened.

Lovino groggily got to his feet, shaking out his legs a bit since they had fallen asleep. Antonio appeared at his side,  smiling as always and asked, "Ready to go then?"

"Yeah, I suppose…" He looked over to his brother and saw him holding hands with Germany, walking out together and suddenly thought maybe it'd be a good idea to crash at Antonio's instead.