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“What?” Spain exclaimed, standing up a bit unsteadily. “You changed your mind?! I just fought some greasy guy with a bat to get here!”
Romano cringed again, though he tried to hide it. He crossed his arms over his chest and muttered, “You’re the one who didn’t accept my acceptance. I’m not marrying some idiot who doesn’t think I’m worth three meals and a nap.”
“I already give you three meals and a nap when you’re at my house!”
“That’s not the point!” Romano huffed. Actually, he hadn’t really considered that fact. But he was still quite sure it wasn’t the point. “If that was the point, you would’ve just… accepted!”
“I’m accepting now!” Spain insisted. “You have to admit that a list of conditions isn’t exactly what someone hopes for when they propose.”
And that was the first time that it occurred to Romano that maybe he didn’t know how to accept a marriage proposal. His thoughts immediately jumped to the defensive. Well, he’d done an all right job; his mistake was forgetting that if you wanted Spain to understand something, you couldn’t be subtle. He probably would have done better to construct a giant blinking neon sign reading yes if he wanted to make sure Spain got what he was saying. And hell, even if he wasn’t the best at accepting marriage proposals, it wasn’t his fault. He’d never received one before.
Besides, Spain was a total ass if he expected Romano to come running into his arms at the prospect of marriage. It didn’t matter if he wanted to marry Spain; the fact was that Spain hadn’t exactly come running straight to him as soon as his government legalized it, so what did he expect in return? He was lucky Romano was even willing. And now here he was, brooding again and finding few words as he mulled over the same thing that’d been running through his head for the past three days.
“Romano…”
“So I gave conditions,” Romano snapped suddenly. His arms were crossed over his chest quite tightly now and he was staring adamantly at the carpet. He was starting to lose it, and he hated that, which always made him lose it even faster. His eyes were burning. “What do you expect from your second choice?”
“I don’t expect-second choice?”
The surprise in Spain’s voice was what made Romano look up, and he quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist. There was no way to be subtle about the action, but he tried anyway. “You always ask my brother first, bastard! Either I have to ask you to let me hang around or you ask me after he doesn’t look interested, and-”
“I wasn’t asking Veneziano,” Spain interrupted, taking a rapid step closer but then hesitating to make any other movements. “I told him because I was excited; I wasn’t the only one waiting for the law to change, you know. And if I wanted to ask Veneziano, I wouldn’t have hinted. He’s too thick to pick up on that.”
Romano couldn’t help but snort. “Idiot. You were too thick to pick up on me accepting.”
“I know I’m thick. That’s why I recognize thickness in others.” Romano glanced up. Spain was smiling. He quickly turned his face away and tried not to let that affect him, but it was… difficult. Spain’s smiles were infectious, even if Romano rarely showed any visible symptoms. When he didn’t respond, Spain continued, “I didn’t come here to beg your brother to marry me. I came here to see you, and if I have to beg, I’ll do it.”
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