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Cross-posted from Hetachallenge

Title: A Special Present
Characters: Spain, Romano
Challenge: Bingo Challenge 1
Square Filled: Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus
Rating: PG13 for Romano’s potty mouth
Summary: Spain proposes to Romano on Christmas…

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus… Romano thought as he stared at the ring on his finger. He shyly looked up at Spain, the faintest of smiles quickly becoming a scowl as a delicate blush spread across his cheeks. It was simple gold band that looked more like a wedding band than an engagement ring, not that Romano cared.

“Did you see the little tomatoes?” Spain asked.

“Hunh?” Romano scowled and tried to pull his hand away, when Spain took it. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Let me show you…” Spain held up his beloved’s hand and pointed to the designs etched onto the surface of the ring.

Romano, finally freeing his hand, brought it closer to his face. What looked like repeating motifs was actually a row of little tomatoes.”You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

Romano rolled his eyes. “Cuz I’m the only fucking one who’ll put up with your bullshit.”

“Yeah?” Spain felt a bit hurt and it showed.

“God damn it, Spain! Don’t cry on me!”

Spain sniffled. “I can’t help it.”

Romano said softly, “I really do wanna get married.”

“Yeah?” Spain blinked back his tears.

Romano nodded. “Yeah… But I fucking want a small wedding, just you, me, Feli, that stupid potato-bastard of his, and your asshole friends. You know; the pervert and the fucking albino.”

Spain chuckled. “Okay.”

“You do know we can’t fucking get married in a church.”

“I know.” It was the one thing that bothered him about proposing to Romano. It really hurt that they couldn’t even get a special dispensation like Austria and Hungary did, because Austria was a Jew. Then he remembered the reason he could not get one when he got married to Austria as he was a man. Spain chuckled at his friends’ reactions to that union, recalling that Prussia found the whole thing hilarious.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, other than I had been married before.”

“The strudel-bastard…”

“It’s not that I have any regrets about it, other than I couldn’t get married in a church.”

Romano made a little sound of disgust. “You were Muslim at one time, just like I was, so who the fuck gives a shit about a church wedding with some bastard priest?!”

“You’re right.”

“You’d better fucking believe it! We’ll just say our stupid vows under the stars. The idiots we’re inviting can be a witness to it.”

“When do you want to get married?”

“As soon as fucking possible! I don’t want you backing out or something!” Romano groused. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at his beloved.

Spain smiled. “Well, today’s Christmas and Sunday’s New Year’s Eve… “

“Let’s fucking get married on Wednesday, okay? That’ll give the idiots enough time to get here and get us something good from all the sales.”

Spain laughed. “Wednesday it is!”

And that was how Romano found himself exchanging vows with Spain under the stars, while family and friends looked on.


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