Hetalia x Philippines: Love the world

Romano

Piri's POV. (Philippines)

Which means I was beside my childhood frenemy, Romano.

"Well, if it isn't Mango bastard..." He said.

"Aw, does Tomato bastard still want to fight about which one is better? Because we all know its mangoes..." I cooed.

"Don't you mean 'Tomatoes are way better than Mangoes' Mango bastard?" He replied.

"Mangoes are better!"

"No, Tomatoes are!"

"Mangoes!"

"Tomatoes!" He standed up.

"Mangoes!" I also standed up.

"TOMATOES!!!"

"MANGOES!!!"

"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP!!!" Germany yelled.

"Potato bastard..." Romano mumbled.

"What was that?" Germany asked.

"Nothing..."

Germany continued with the long, boring meeting then I sighed, I knew this was gonna be a long day.

~After the long, boring as hell meeting~

The meeting was finally done. I sighed in relief. I prepared my stuff to leave.

"Hey Philippines!"

I turned and saw Spain waving. He was with Romano, who was clearly getting irritated.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you were free to go pick tomatoes with us..." He said.

I checked my schedule. I was free.

"Sure! Why not?" I said and joined them.

"Ugh... Why did you let her join?" Romano said clearly gesturing to me.

"Cause I want to." I asked.

"Well I thought you don't like tomatoes." He said

"But that doesn't mean I can't help you!"

"Yes it does!"

"No it doesn't"

"Hey, let us not fight about-" Spain started.

"We are trying to fight to fight here!" Both me and Romano said.

We then continued our useless argument until Spain spoke up.

"Hey, shouldn't we pick the tomatoes now?"

"Yeah, we should. But we could have gone sooner if it wasn't for Tomato bastard here."

"Oh you want another argument, Mango bastard." Romano said

"Why you-" I said.

"Wait let's just go home." Spain said.

He started dragging both of us home before another argument started.

•Arriving at Spain's house...•

"Yes! Now let's pick tomatoes!" Spain said.

"Ugh..." Romano whined.

"Come on! Your as lazy as always!"

"Whatever, Mango bastard."

We followed Spain to his garden. It was good to be here again, all those good times we had.

"Ok, here you go." Spain said, giving us a basket each.

"I'll be out if you need me, I need to get something, so I'll be back in an hour or so. See you later!" Spain kissed me on the forehead and left.

"I guess we need to get picking." I suggested.

"Whatever..."

We went out and started picking in silence, which totally bored my mind out. Romano stayed silent and he seemed to ignore me.

*Another time skip, Ve~*

My basket was full, so I headed inside. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00. 2 hours have passed. Spain was still not here. I sighed and placed my basket on the table and plopped myself down in the couch.

I was watching a corny movie while I smelled something familliar. It smelled like pasta. I went to the hall, looking for the kitchen. I saw it along the hall and peeped and saw Romano making pasta. I slowly opened the door.

"Hey Romano!" I said.

"What do you want?" He asked harshly.

"I see your making pasta, can I help?"

"I don't need help!"

"Come on!"

"Gah! Fine!"

"Yay!"

<Pasta Time!~>

I was enjoying pasta with Romano. After a moment, I noticed that Romano was looking at me weirdly.

"Is something wrong with face?" I asked.

"There's sauce near your mouth." He stated.

I touch my face slowly, trying to remove this 'sauce'.

"Just let me remove it!" He said.

He wiped my face and then, there was an awkward aura around us.

We continued eating in peace, until a noodle droped on my lap.

Romano started laughing. I glared at him and threw piece of my pasta at him. It landed on his nose, and then I startex laughing.

"What the hell?!?" He said and threw a piece of pasta at me.

A foodfight started between us. We laughed everytime it hits us. I reached for my plate, only to find out I was out.

This is bad! I thought.

"Aw, looks like Mango bastard ran out of pasta, but it looks like I have more..." He said and poured his plate over me and started laughing.

"Hey!" I grabbed the serving plate and poured it over Romano and I started laughing too.

"You look ridiculous!" He said and started laughing.

"So do you!" I said and laughed.

"We both do!" We said in unison and started laughing together. We ended seating at the floor.

When we calmed down, we both faced each other. His face was merely a few centimeters across mine. I was leaning towards him, and so was he. He cupped my face as our lips almost touched.

We then heard a door slam. We stopped what we were doing. I blushed intensely, looking away from Romano, him doing the same.

"I'm home!" Spain said from the living room.

We then saw him by the kitchen door. He sighed.

"Dios mio. I knew this will happen. You two better clean this up." He said.

"But she started it!" Romano complained.

"No buts! You were part of this mess, weren't you?" Spain said.

Romano didn't reply. Spain handed us cleaning materials and we started cleaning .

× ;u; Time skips~ ×

We were finished and I went home like this: Pasta-covered hair, sauce around my face, my dress which turned orange.

I sighed when I got home, knowing I'll take a shower.

"Damn you Romano..." I mumbled.

When I got clean, I thought on what happened earlier. Romano never touched me like that. He was never gentle with me. I sighed and went to my bed.

I need rest... I thought and once I layed myself on the pillow, I slept instantly.

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So how was it? Curse Spain for the moment!!! Well anyway, Which country do you want to fall for her next? I wonder who. I won't update till' someone suggest something. It cannot be Spain because he is her Papa, so yeah!