(Author's Note): This was requested by @multishiper123yolo ! Thank you for requesting!

"Why, hello there, amor! You look beautiful today!" France said, holding a rose out to you.

"What, so I'm ugly every other day?" You replied angrily.

"Non! You're always beautiful!" France said, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay, good." You smiled, and France smiled back, albeit without as much spark.

France gently grabbed a strand of your (hair length), (hair color) hair, and said, "You know, you're pretty interesting, (insert made up country name, because all the other countries are prob taken)!"

"How?" You asked, puzzled.

"Is this girl serious?" France thought.

"You're (eye color) eyes shine like pearls, and your hair is as soft as an angel's hair.."

"Wait, have you actually met an angel?!" You asked, amazed.

France resisted the urge to facepalm, "Non, amor, but I just know."

"How?!" You asked in anticipation.

"Because I'm looking at one right now.." France leaned closer to your face.

You turned to look behind you, "Huh, I don't see one." You glared at France, "You tricked me!"

"I was talking about you!" France shouted in frustration, and you flinched.

France cleared his throat, "I mean, my angel, could you bless me with your presence at my house tonight at ni- Ouch!" France was cut off as a tomato hit the back of his head. He turned to see that Romano was the one who threw it.

"Get your fucking filthy, disgusting hands off of her, you pervert!" Romano shouted.

"I don't have to listen to- Ow!" France was once again interrupted by Romano throwing another tomato at his head.

"Leave, you French bastard!" Romano shouted, getting prepared to throw another one.

"Okay, okay!" France said, storming away.

"Great, now I have to clean this tomato juice out of my hair!" He said under his breath.

Romano and you watched him leave, then Romano suddenly shouted, "You stupid ragazza! Couldn't you see he was hitting on you?!"

"No, I didn't, but even if I did, I don't need your damn help, dumbass!" You shouted back.

Romano scoffed, "It sure as Hell didn't seem like it this morning!"

Your face became red, "I only got hit by that stupid American's football because his aim is shit!"

"Yeah, and your reflexes are shit, too!"

"You... You.." You said as a dark aura started surrounding you, "YOU TOMATO EATING, LAZY AS FUCK IDIOT!"

"I'M NOT LAZY, DUMBASS!" Romano yelled back.

"SAYS THE GUY WHO MAKES SPAIN CARRY ALL OF HIS TEXTBOOKS!"

"YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!"

"I SURE AS HELL DID! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, CRY ABOUT IT!?"

Romano grabbed your shoulders tightly, saying, "I'M NOT A CRYBABY! YOU ARE!"

"NO, YOU ARE!"

"NO, YOU ARE!"

"NO, YOU ARE!"

"NO, YO-!"

"Hey-a, (Country Name), Romano, how about we-a just sit down and-a eat pasta instead of-a fighting?" Italy asked, trying to diffuse the situation.

"SHUT UP!" You and Romano simultaneously shouted.

You turned back to each other with death glares, and simultaneously yelled again at each other, "DON'T TELL HIM TO SHUT UP, BITCH!"

You paused, staring into each other's eyes.

"Wow, you two argue like a couple!" Spain said, laughing.

"Shut up, tomato bastard! There's no way in Hell that I'll ever date (C/N)!"

You felt sad when he said that, but you didn't show it.

"Yeah, and there's no way I'd ever date Romano, even if he was the last person on earth!" You shouted, making Romano sad, but he, too, didn't show it.

"Fine, I don't care!" He responded.

"I don't care either!"

The two of you stomped away from each other with your faces as red as your hearts.

Spain sighed in defeat, and Italy looked defeated as well.

"We're going to have to try something else, Italy." Spain said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Si!" Italy simply said.

Spain thought for a couple of seconds, then he remembered what you said about not dating Romano even if he's the last person on earth. This made Spain come up with a brilliant idea.

"Italy, I have an idea!"

"What is it?"

"Let me tell you..."

Time Skip, Two Days Later:

You were sitting in an Italian restaurant, waiting for someone.

You had gotten a mysterious note about meeting someone. They told you what table to sit at, and to dress in durable clothes, which puzzled you. You didn't have the slightest clue who it could be, but you were hungry, so...

You thought about Romano. You wished you could be able to tell him your feelings, but you knew he hated you. So this secret was something you were planning on taking to the grave, unless Romano told you he loves you. As if that's going to happen!

You love Romano, despite the fact that he's lazy, hotheaded, and mean. His auburn hair, that cute little curl, his hazel eyes. Your heart melted every time you saw him. But you were scared that he would leave you, like a dear friend left you in the past. Your arguing was a facade, you were trying to hide your fears and insecurities.

"(C/N)?! What the Hell are you doing here?!" You heard Romano shout behind you.

"What?!" You turned, seeing a very pissed off Romano.

"Are you the one who gave me that note?!" He asked, crossing his arms.

"No, I didn't give you that note!" You defended yourself.

"Since you didn't give me the note, and I obviously didn't give you one... Who the Hell did?" Romano asked as you both scanned the restaurant. But nobody looked suspicious.

"I don't know why someone would do this to us. This is weird.." You said, but deep down, you always wanted to have dinner with Romano.

"Why are you blushing?" Romano snapped you back to reality.

"I'm not blushing!"

"Then why is your face red?!"

"Because I'm so angry about this!" You shouted, and Romano looked to the side. He, like you, had always wanted to eat dinner with you, as in, ahem, a date, but he wasn't going to let you know that!

"I'm angry too!" Romano lied.

"Then, if we're both angry, let's just leave this place!" You started walking out.

But Romano's words stopped you, "What, are you too chicken to eat with me?"

You turned around, giving him a venomous look.

"I am not!"

"Prove it." Romano replied, smirking.

You decided to eat pasta with Romano, for the principle of the matter.

The waiter came to get your orders, then left.

You thought you recognized his face, it looked kind of like Spain's face, except he had a mustache, and shoulder length black hair.

"Doesn't he kind of look like that tomato bastard?" Romano asked.

"Yeah.." You agreed.

That's when the two of you realized that you finally agreed on something for once.

"Hey, ragazza, you're just pretending to agree to annoy me, aren't you?!" Romano accused.

"I would never agree with you on anything else, even if my life depended on it! This is just a one time thing!"

Romano scoffed, "Get real! You actually agree with me on a lot of things, but you don't want to admit it!"

"Oh, yeah?! And what about you, asshole?!"

"I'm always right, and you know it!"

"What about that time you thought your brother and I were a couple, just because we always eat pasta together?! And that time you thought I had a thing for Germany, when all I was doing was dropping off some paperwork?! And the time that you said you-?!"

"Shut up! Those were isolated incidents!"

You laughed incredulously, "You've always been wrong about me being in a relationship! It's like you're in love with me!"

Romano's face became beet red, and he stood up from the chair, "I'm not in love with you!"

"Then why do you care so much about whether or not I'm dating someone?!"

"It's for their sake! I'm saving them from you!"

"You.." you trailed off, almost about to cry.

"Ar-Are you crying?.." Romano asked, reaching his hand out to you.

You grabbed his wrist, "No, I would never cry over you! There's nobody I hate more than you!"

Romano tensed up, trying to hide how upset he was.

"I hate you more than anything too!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Uh.. Here's your food.." The waiter said sheepishly, and the both of you felt embarrassed.

You both sat down, and began eating the pasta in silence.

The waiter came back with some wine, and cheerfully said, "Here, this is on the house!"

"Why?" You asked.

"Because the two of you need it!" He responded.

Romano was shaking with rage.

"I'm not drinking this, asshole!" He shouted, but the waiter ignored him.

"Well, I am!" You said, opening the bottle and pouring some into your glass.

"Yeah, whatever, I don't care! It's going to be funny when your drunk ass humiliates herself!"

You smirked, "I won't get drunk, I can hold my alcohol pretty well!"

"No way!"

"Yeah way!"

"You can't hold your alcohol as good as me!"

You laughed, "Why don't we have a contest? The person who gets drunk first will have to train with Germany for a whole week!"

Romano shivered.

"What, you scared?" You asked before taking a sip of your wine whilst maintaining eye contact with him.

"I-I'm not scared!" Romano said, trembling.

"If you aren't, prove it." You used Romano's words against him, and he knew that.

He was about to leave you at this restaurant, but he didn't want you to think he's a coward.

He sat back down, and the game was on.

Time Skip:

"Ragazza.. You're so stupid, but..." Romano said, drunk as all get out.

"Buth whath?..." You slurred.

"I don't remember.. All I know is that you lost.."

"No, I didn'th!" You hiccuped afterwards.

"Sure, whatever.. Hic!"

You started feeling very drowsy out of nowhere.

"(C/N)?.. Are you alright?.." You heard Romano ask fainty, and his voice echoed.

Romano got up from his chair to help you. But he didn't even walk a full step before passing out.

"Romano?..." You said, reaching your hand out to him as you lost consciousness.

After Waking Up:

You woke up, your vision fuzzy. You noticed that you were lying on some white sand.

"Wha.. The?.." You got up, barely able to stand.

You looked around, and saw Romano laying a few feet away from you.

The two of you somehow got trapped on a tropical island. Who put you and Romano here? Why did they put you here?

If the two of you were going to be stuck here for God knows how long, you'd have to start building a shelter and fire. You saw the setting sun, knowing that it would become dark soon.

You stumbled over to Romano, and collapsed to his side.

"Romano, wake up!" You said, poking his face.

He didn't wake up, so you shook him.

"Romano, are you awake?"

"No." Romano replied.

You became annoyed, "Romano, I know you're awake! Why would you say 'no' if you're sleeping, dumbass?!"

He didn't get up, and you shook him some more.

"Romano!"

Silence.

"Romano!"

More silence.

"ROMANO, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" You screamed.

"Fuck off, I'm sleeping." Romano said, turning onto his side so that he was now facing away from you.

There was only one way to wake him up..

"Romano! Germany's going to kill us!" You screamed, pretending to sound scared.

Romano's eyes shot open, and he jumped onto his feet and started running.

You ran after him, "Wait, Romano! Come back!"

"I'm not letting that potato bastard kill me!" Romano screamed in terror.

"I was lying, you idiot!" You screamed, but he still ran.

"Why are you still running?!" You asked.

"To get away from you! Fuck you for tricking me!" He shouted back.

You felt your mind crack, and fear washed over you.

"No, no, no, no, no! (Y/N), get ahold of yourself! You can't let this happen in front of anyone, especially Romano!" You thought to yourself, but the anxiety was still building up rapidly.

"Romano.. Please.. Come back." You whimpered, and then you no longer saw Romano. You saw the friend from all of those years ago who left you.

You fell to the ground, and started bawling your eyes out.

You started having  a flashback from when you were a child.

Flashback:

"Hey, (random guy name), where are you going?!" You asked, tugging on the shirt of the teenage boy.

He turned, and crouched down in front of you.

He smiled, saying, "I'm going to defend you against the invaders."

"H-Huh?!" You asked, "I don't want you to! I want you to stay with me!"

"I'll be back, I promise." (R/G/N) said, hugging you.

"Really?" You asked, hugging him back.

"Yes, I want to fight for you. You're too young to fight right now. Please, let me do this for you."

He released you from the hug, "Be strong, (Y/N)." He called you by your human name, because that's how close you two were. You had always seen him as an older brother.

"Please, come back." You said, tears filling your eyes.

"I will, I promise." And with that, he went with the other soldiers to save you.

You waited, and waited. Days went by, then months, a year, then two years.

Finally, your country was successful at defeating the invaders, and you excitedly ran to see the soldiers come home.

Once the soldiers had all arrived, you started looking for (R/G/N). But you couldn't find him anywhere.

You searched desperately, until you finally walked up to one of the soldiers.

"Hi, where's (R/G/N)?" You asked, not wanting to believe the worst.

The soldiers looked down at you sadly, and crouched down.

"(R/G/N) didn't make it.." He told you, and you started screaming with devastation.

"(R/G/N)! Why did you leave me?! You said you'd come back!"

You suddenly spotted him in the distance, and you smiled.

"(R/G/N), you're alive!" You chased after him, but he was always just out of reach.

You eventually arrived at the bottom of the hill you and him hung out at.

You followed him as he disappeared onto the other side of the hill.

"(R/G/N)! Wait!" You got to the same side as him, but you didn't see him.

"H-Huh? Where did you go?!" You asked, feeling scared and alone.

You collapsed onto the hill that overlooked a beautiful meadow. You and (R/G/N) always hung out there, and occasionally swam in the meadow. You two were inseparable, you thought each other as family.

"I'll wait for you.." You said in a daze. You stared at the treeline behind the meadow, waiting for him to walk out. You wanted to see his smile again, feel him hugging you, and be by your side until he died a natural death at an old age.

You sat there waiting for days, until you eventually became too hungry and dehydrated to stay there any longer.

You walked back to your house, a shell of yourself. You were going to be alone for the rest of your life.

You didn't go to his funeral, because you wanted your last memory of him to be when he promised you he'd come back.

For years, you told yourself that he'd come back, but he never did. You gave up when he would have reached the age where he'd die of old age.

You never went back to that hill, it wasn't the same after that. Despite its beauty, it was no longer something you could admire. All it was was a reminder of that he was never coming back.

After that, you put walls around you to protect yourself, but everything still hurt.

Romano is the only one who's managed to get close to breaking those barriers. You didn't want him to, because then he'd see your ugly insides.

Present:

"Don't leave me! Please come back!" You cried, hiding your face in your hands.

"(C/N)! I'm not going to leave you!" Romano told you, but you still cried.

He hugged you tightly and warmly, and said, "I'll never leave you."

You pushed him away, hyperventilating, "That's what he told me, and then he left!"

"Who?" Romano asked, but you couldn't speak. You were unable to stop hyperventilating.

You got up, and started running.

You ran into the tropical forest, with Romano chasing after you.

"Wait, (C/N)! I'm sorry, please come back!" He shouted, but you still ran.

You didn't want him to see you so vulnerable. You didn't want him to know you were weak.

"I was too weak to defend myself, and (R/G/N) died because of that. He died because of me." You thought before you tripped.

Romano caught up to you, and pulled you into his arms.

"It's okay, (C/N), it's okay.." He whispered soothingly.

You hugged him back, no longer able to put your barriers back up.

You two sat there in each other's arms, and you let out all of your pent up emotions. Romano didn't judge you, but he comforted you. He showed you a side you had never seen.

"Romano.." You whispered.

"Yes, ragazza?" He asked softly.

Your lip quivered, and you asked him, "Can I tell you something that I've never told anyone?"

"Yes." Romano said, and you finally told him the story.

By the end of it, you were getting angry at yourself.

"I hate myself so much!" You shouted through tears.

"Why?"

"Because I was too weak to defend myself! (R/G/N) died because of me! If only.." You paused, then continued, "If I'd never existed, he wouldn't have died. He wouldn't have had to die defending my weak self! I don't deserve to live!"

"Shut up!" Romano shouted, and you looked up at him.

"You're not weak! You're one of the strongest countries I know! Don't say such dumb shit, idiot! I'm glad you exist, and you should be glad too! You're the most beautiful thing in this world, the world wouldn't be the same without you! I love you so much, (Y/N)!" Before you knew it, Romano started kissing you.

You were surprised at first, but then you kissed back.

The kiss became heated, and Romano pushed you down onto the ground.

"Romano, I want you." You said as he left kisses along your collarbone.

You reached up to grab his curl, but then..

"Yay~! It worked, Spain, it worked! Ve~!" You heard Italy cheer as he emerged from the dark.

"What the Hell are you doing here, Feli?!" Romano yelled, frustrated that your passion was interrupted.

Spain walked out of the darkness, eating a tomato.

"Finally, you two lovebirds are together!" Spain exclaimed victoriously.

"What do you mean?! Did you plan this?!" You asked, your face red.

"Si, bella!" Spain and Italy high fived each other.

"Get the fuck out of here, you tomato bastard!" Romano shouted, and Spain laughed.

"Not without the two of you, Lovi!" Spain started walking with Italy following him, "Let's go!"

"Don't call me that! And also, fuck you!" Romano yelled.

"Yeah! Fuck you!" You added, and then the two of you proceeded to hurl insults at Spain until you eventually arrived at a boat on shore.

"Ve~! Let's-a go and-a eat spaghetti!" Italy did a cannonball into the boat with enthusiasm.

"Get in, you lovebirds!" Spain said, motioning towards the boat.

"DON'T TELL US WHAT TO DO, YOU TOMATO BASTARD!" You and Romano said in sync.

Spain laughed, "You two are just like a couple."

The both of you were quiet for a second, then you yelled, "Yeah, that's because we are a couple, dumbass!"

"Si, you stupid tomato bastard!" Romano said, and the two of you jumped into the boat.

Spain shook his head, chuckling.

"I can't wait for them to get married. I wonder what their kids will be like." He told himself, then got into the boat.

Spain drove everyone back to shore, which took two hours. You and Romano, of course, acted like little shits to him.

"Go faster, I'm tired!" Romano complained.

"I'm tired too, so hurry the fuck up!"

"This is the fastest this boat can go, please be patient.." Spain pleaded.

"Why the fuck did you take us so far away, dumbass?!" Romano shouted.

"It was the closest island." Spain tried to reason.

"You should have taken us to the woods in another country, what the Hell were you thinking?!" You shot back.

"Yeah!" Romano shouted in agreement.

"I was originally going to take you to Germany." Spain lied, and you and Romano finally shut up.

The boat finally reached shore, and you and Romano were relieved.

"Thank God, I would have gone insane if I spent another minute with that bastard!" Romano shouted, and you nodded in response.

"Bye, you two!" Spain said as you and Romano exited the boat.

"Shut up!" You and Romano said together, walking to your house while holding hands.

Spain laughed, "Those two.."

Italy jumped out of the boat and ran after you and Romano.

"Let's make pasta to celebrate! Ve~!"

You and Romano smiled, and you replied, "Yeah!"

The three of you threw a pasta party once you got to your house.

You found someone who would never leave you, and who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

"Romano, maybe we should go back to that island for vacation?" You suggested.

Romano smiled, "Si!"

"Can I come?!" Italy asked.

"No!" You both said.

"Okay.." Italy looked disappointed as he sulked back into the kitchen to finish making pasta.

You laughed, then shared a kiss with Romano.

"I love you, Lovino."

"I love you too, bella ragazza."