APH: Spain x S.Italy

     A tear ran down Romano's cheek as he silently laid in his bed watching the rain fall out his window. "I'm such a jerk to him... I say awful things. Things I don't mean but I don't know how to stop saying them. I-I wish I was nicer to him, maybe if I told him that I was sorry or smiled at him, or smiled in general. I never smile, but I don't know why not, I have plenty of things to smile about," Romano thought sadly. He decided to tell Antonio that he was sorry since his guilt was chopping away his sanity anyway. He knew that it was around 6 or 7 in the afternoon since he usually took a nap at around 5. Romano crawled out of bed, gently wiping away his tears to walk into the kitchen to see Antonio chopping some tomatoes.
     "Hey tomato bastard, what's cooking?" Romano said walking over to Antonio to take a peek into a pot that was cooking over the stove. Antonio looked over at Romano grinning that beautiful grin of his.
     "Oh, just some tomato soup," the Spaniard said. "Would you care to stay here until it's ready? It'll only be 5 more minutes?" I shrugged, moving to sit at the small two-person table that was around 3 feet from Antonio. I rubbed my temples, looking down at my lap, gathering the courage to tell him something that I've never told anyone: I'm Sorry.
     "A-Antonio," I said. He looked over at me, with a slight glimpse of question in his eyes. "Um... I-I'm s-sorry that I-I'm such a..... bastard.... to y-you," I said looking anywhere but at the beautiful man that just gasped and ran over to my chair, dropping the ladle he was using to stir the soup.
     "Awwww, Romano, you didn't have to apologize! I forgive you!" Antonio said wrapping his tan arms around my chest, making me turn pink.
     "You do?" I said my voice full of relief. He knew that Antonio would forgive him, but if Romano was Antonio then he wouldn't have forgiven himself for everything that he did.
     "Of course I do, Lovi! Ti amo!" [I love you: in Italian] Antonio said, making Romano turn stiff and red. He looked up at Antonio before saying, "Te amo demasiado" [I love you too: in Spanish] Antonio looked down at the amber-eyed man before lightly kissing him on the lips, making his turn redder... if that was possible.
     "Sei il mio mondo, Italia" [You're my world, Italy: in Italian] Antonio said, stroking Romano's hair.
     "Eres mi vida España" [You're my life, Spain: in Spanish] They stayed in that position, Romano in Antonio's chest and Antonio stroking Romano's hair, until they smelled Antonio's soup burning.