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A/N: You are the country Andorra, which has borders with Spain and Italy (hint hint). Spain thinks of you as a sibling.

Romano always seemed to rub you the wrong way ever since you met him. You and him would get in the biggest fights and end up yelling at each other. No matter how many times Spain insisted that Romano was a good kid, you just couldn't see it. Mainly cuz he was an ass to you.

Spain came up with the brilliant idea to have a party at his house. Everyone was invited. I mean EVERYONE! France, America, Germany, Prussia, Russia, Hungary, Austria, China, Japan, Italy....everyone.

You started off helping Spain set up the party, then when everyone started arriving, you played the part of 'wonderful hostess' (in the American way). Romano said that 'the tomato bastard' forced him to attend.

"That's my hermano your talking about!" you warned him.
"So? He's still a tomato bastard!"
"You may want to quit calling him that before I ask to throw you out!"
"Your 'hermano' won't let you."

Eventually. it escalated.
"Quit being an asshole all the time!" you snapped at him. You realized that this was getting out of hand, even for you two.

"At least I don't act like a fridgid b*tch who's PMS-ing all the time!" Romano said. Did you really seem a cold, angry b*tch to everyone? Then you realized the room had fallen silent, everyone listening intently. You didn't let them see how much Romano's comment had hurt.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT A WEAK PATHETIC COWARD WHO DOES NOTHING BUT LAZE AROUND ALL DAY EATING PIZZA AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING SO HE TAKES IT OUT ON OTHER PEOPLE BY BEING A JERK!" you snapped, putting every ounce of anger into that sentence, before whirling around and slamming the door to your room and locking it.

You didn't see Romano wince and turn his head, then scowl so people couldn't see that your sentence had stung.

Or Spain pat Romano on the shoulder saying, "And that, Romano, is why you never get in a fight with women. They always know how to say the most hurtful things."

Or him yell at Spain.

You didn't hear Spain knock on your door until he yelled, "Oye, hermana, let me in!"

You trudged to the door and unlocked it, then turned and faced the wall. Spain came in and shut the door. "Hermana..."

"Am I really a frigid b*tch?" you demanded.
"Of course not!" Spain said. He touched your arm. "Feels warm to me."
"Ha ha ha." you said.

"Hermana...do you know why Romano says those things?"
"Because he hates me."
"No, hermana. But because you scare him." You snorted in disbelief.
"Why on earth would Romano be scared of me?"
"Because he likes you, hermana linda." You fell silent. There was no way he liked you. Your emotions got suddenly jumbled up.

All of a sudden you smacked Spain.
"What was that for?" he cried.
"That was for complicating my life." Spain smirked.
"Si, I can do that any time. Now why would I be complicating your life?"
"You're messing with me."
"Senorita, I am not joking!" he said.
"No, you're screwing with my emotions."

Spain smiled to himself. So, you did really like Romano.

"Hermana, you seem to be alright, so I'll leave." He kissed the top of your head.
"No te vas." you demanded.
"Pero, hermana, I have a party to attend." you sighed.

You hugged him, then let him leave.
Another knock at the door was heard. "Si?" you asked.

One Lovino Vargas was shoved into your room. "You a-stupid tomato...ugh." he said as you threw a shoe at him.

"Owwww!" he yelled.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!?!?"
"WHY DON'T YOU ASK THAT STUPID BROTHER OF YOURS?!?!?!"

"Spain?.... why would he...." Realization dawned on you. Ohhhhh.....Spain supported RomanoXAndorra. That idiot.

Romano seemed to pick up on the fact that you weren't going to throw another shoe at him, because he moved away from the doorway and toward you slowly.

"Do you know why he shoved me in here?"
"Yes." you stated.
"Will you tell me?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm.....no." The look on his face was totally worth it. Then he got pissed.

"Why not?" You smirked. This was fun! No wonder Spain liked to not tell you stuff!

"Bella?" Romano asked.
"Hmmm?" you asked absent-mindedly, then realized what had come out of Romano's mouth. In fact, Romano had just realized what had come out of his mouth. You and him flushed.

"Why....why do you always make me feel stupid?" he asked, and you could tell that he was serious.
"What do you mean?" you asked,tipping your head, not getting it.

"Every time you move, or you speak, or laugh...." Romano paused. This seemed really hard for him to say. "you make me feel like I am the stupidest person alive. I can't take my eyes off you, and it makes seem like an idiot. So I snap at you." he blushed darker, but it was too late to take back those words.

"I make you feel stupid?!" you realized what he was trying to say. He felt dumb-struck because he couldn't take his eyes off of you, because your laugh drew his attention, because your voice was clearer than anyone elses.

It was as Spain had said, only Romano wasn't scared.
"Bella? Do you hate me?" Romano asked.
"You...." you tried to sort out everything. "No, I don't hate you, you push all my buttons, and you argue with me, trying to piss me off, so I would snap at you." A weight you didn't know exsisted was lifted off you.

Romano walked awkwardly toward you, and sat down next to you on your bed. You shifted so that he had room.

"Do you know why you do this to me?" he asked, his blush faded.
"I....I have an idea."

Romano arched his eyebrows, then said, "Spain said it was because I loved you, I called him a stupid tomato bastard." You laughed. There was the Romano that you knew.

Romano had a dusting of pink on his cheeks. "Stop laughing at me!"
"I was just relieved."
"Why were you relieved?" he asked, confused.
"No reason." you said lightly.

"Bella, don't tease me!" he demanded.
You kissed his cheek, delighting in the color that rose to them.

When you moved back, his face was a crimson color that you have never seen before (and only exists in anime).

"Bella..." he whispered softly.
"Hmmm?" you asked.

"I-That was nice."
"You didn't hate it?" you asked.

In response, he put his mouth over yours gently.

He broke the kiss.

"Ti amo."
"Ti amo anche, Romano."

You kissed him, and then the door opened, causing you both to break the kiss, and your face went bright red, so you buried your head into the Italian's shirt to hide it.

"Ha, you owe me 20 euros, France!" you heard the familiar voice of Spain.
"You a-stupid tomato bastard! Don't make bets on us!" Romano yelled.
"You cannot be serious, Spain. There is no way..." France's sentence trailed off. "Fine, 20 euros it is."

Stupid men, you thought. You buried your head further into Lovino's chest, and you felt his hand on your head.

"Hahaha!" Spain said, laughing. "Let's leave these two alone!" He shut the door.
"Crap, now the whole world is going to know." Romano muttered.

"Is that a bad thing?"
"I wanted to keep you for myself for a while."

You guys kissed again, with no interruptions this time.

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A/N: You are the country Andorra, which has borders with Spain and Italy (hint hint). Spain thinks of you as a sibling.

Romano always seemed to rub you the wrong way ever since you met him. You and him would get in the biggest fights and end up yelling at each other. No matter how many times Spain insisted that Romano was a good kid, you just couldn't see it. Mainly cuz he was an ass to you.

Spain came up with the brilliant idea to have a party at his house. Everyone was invited. I mean EVERYONE! France, America, Germany, Prussia, Russia, Hungary, Austria, China, Japan, Italy....everyone.

You started off helping Spain set up the party, then when everyone started arriving, you played the part of 'wonderful hostess' (in the American way). Romano said that 'the tomato bastard' forced him to attend.

"That's my hermano your talking about!" you warned him.
"So? He's still a tomato bastard!"
"You may want to quit calling him that before I ask to throw you out!"
"Your 'hermano' won't let you."

Eventually. it escalated.
"Quit being an asshole all the time!" you snapped at him. You realized that this was getting out of hand, even for you two.

"At least I don't act like a fridgid b*tch who's PMS-ing all the time!" Romano said. Did you really seem a cold, angry b*tch to everyone? Then you realized the room had fallen silent, everyone listening intently. You didn't let them see how much Romano's comment had hurt.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT A WEAK PATHETIC COWARD WHO DOES NOTHING BUT LAZE AROUND ALL DAY EATING PIZZA AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH ANYTHING SO HE TAKES IT OUT ON OTHER PEOPLE BY BEING A JERK!" you snapped, putting every ounce of anger into that sentence, before whirling around and slamming the door to your room and locking it.

You didn't see Romano wince and turn his head, then scowl so people couldn't see that your sentence had stung.

Or Spain pat Romano on the shoulder saying, "And that, Romano, is why you never get in a fight with women. They always know how to say the most hurtful things."

Or him yell at Spain.

You didn't hear Spain knock on your door until he yelled, "Oye, hermana, let me in!"

You trudged to the door and unlocked it, then turned and faced the wall. Spain came in and shut the door. "Hermana..."

"Am I really a frigid b*tch?" you demanded.
"Of course not!" Spain said. He touched your arm. "Feels warm to me."
"Ha ha ha." you said.

"Hermana...do you know why Romano says those things?"
"Because he hates me."
"No, hermana. But because you scare him." You snorted in disbelief.
"Why on earth would Romano be scared of me?"
"Because he likes you, hermana linda." You fell silent. There was no way he liked you. Your emotions got suddenly jumbled up.

All of a sudden you smacked Spain.
"What was that for?" he cried.
"That was for complicating my life." Spain smirked.
"Si, I can do that any time. Now why would I be complicating your life?"
"You're messing with me."
"Senorita, I am not joking!" he said.
"No, you're screwing with my emotions."

Spain smiled to himself. So, you did really like Romano.

"Hermana, you seem to be alright, so I'll leave." He kissed the top of your head.
"No te vas." you demanded.
"Pero, hermana, I have a party to attend." you sighed.

You hugged him, then let him leave.
Another knock at the door was heard. "Si?" you asked.

One Lovino Vargas was shoved into your room. "You a-stupid tomato...ugh." he said as you threw a shoe at him.

"Owwww!" he yelled.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!?!?"
"WHY DON'T YOU ASK THAT STUPID BROTHER OF YOURS?!?!?!"

"Spain?.... why would he...." Realization dawned on you. Ohhhhh.....Spain supported RomanoXAndorra. That idiot.

Romano seemed to pick up on the fact that you weren't going to throw another shoe at him, because he moved away from the doorway and toward you slowly.

"Do you know why he shoved me in here?"
"Yes." you stated.
"Will you tell me?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm.....no." The look on his face was totally worth it. Then he got pissed.

"Why not?" You smirked. This was fun! No wonder Spain liked to not tell you stuff!

"Bella?" Romano asked.
"Hmmm?" you asked absent-mindedly, then realized what had come out of Romano's mouth. In fact, Romano had just realized what had come out of his mouth. You and him flushed.

"Why....why do you always make me feel stupid?" he asked, and you could tell that he was serious.
"What do you mean?" you asked,tipping your head, not getting it.

"Every time you move, or you speak, or laugh...." Romano paused. This seemed really hard for him to say. "you make me feel like I am the stupidest person alive. I can't take my eyes off you, and it makes seem like an idiot. So I snap at you." he blushed darker, but it was too late to take back those words.

"I make you feel stupid?!" you realized what he was trying to say. He felt dumb-struck because he couldn't take his eyes off of you, because your laugh drew his attention, because your voice was clearer than anyone elses.

It was as Spain had said, only Romano wasn't scared.
"Bella? Do you hate me?" Romano asked.
"You...." you tried to sort out everything. "No, I don't hate you, you push all my buttons, and you argue with me, trying to piss me off, so I would snap at you." A weight you didn't know exsisted was lifted off you.

Romano walked awkwardly toward you, and sat down next to you on your bed. You shifted so that he had room.

"Do you know why you do this to me?" he asked, his blush faded.
"I....I have an idea."

Romano arched his eyebrows, then said, "Spain said it was because I loved you, I called him a stupid tomato bastard." You laughed. There was the Romano that you knew.

Romano had a dusting of pink on his cheeks. "Stop laughing at me!"
"I was just relieved."
"Why were you relieved?" he asked, confused.
"No reason." you said lightly.

"Bella, don't tease me!" he demanded.
You kissed his cheek, delighting in the color that rose to them.

When you moved back, his face was a crimson color that you have never seen before (and only exists in anime).

"Bella..." he whispered softly.
"Hmmm?" you asked.

"I-That was nice."
"You didn't hate it?" you asked.

In response, he put his mouth over yours gently.

He broke the kiss.

"Ti amo."
"Ti amo anche, Romano."

You kissed him, and then the door opened, causing you both to break the kiss, and your face went bright red, so you buried your head into the Italian's shirt to hide it.

"Ha, you owe me 20 euros, France!" you heard the familiar voice of Spain.
"You a-stupid tomato bastard! Don't make bets on us!" Romano yelled.
"You cannot be serious, Spain. There is no way..." France's sentence trailed off. "Fine, 20 euros it is."

Stupid men, you thought. You buried your head further into Lovino's chest, and you felt his hand on your head.

"Hahaha!" Spain said, laughing. "Let's leave these two alone!" He shut the door.
"Crap, now the whole world is going to know." Romano muttered.

"Is that a bad thing?"
"I wanted to keep you for myself for a while."

You guys kissed again, with no interruptions this time.