Warning. Cheesy confessions are cheesy. I have no regrets.

~I do not own Hetalia~

"Hey Francis? Can we talk to you a minute?" Spain asked, standing up as Prussia followed suit. France sighed, regretful to leave England so soon after he had confessed his feelings. But, he followed his friends to the entryway of the restaurant, well out of earshot of the table.

"Could it have waited?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking between the two, leaning back against the wall. His lips still tingling from the sweet touch of England's mere moments before.

"Not with you believing us," Spain answered with a soft hum, pulling out his phone and handing it to France. Said blonde looked confused as he took it, ignoring Gilbert's snickering as he turned his attention to the bright screen, displaying the time.

12:30

"You lost the bet Francypants~" Gilbert snickered, France looking with disbelief at the two of his friends, handing back the phone that Spain held his hand out for, a cocky grin on the Spaniard's face.

"But… I told him," France groaned. "This isn't fair."

"You're the one that made the rules~" Spain shrugged, his grin growing. France groaned and rested his head back against the wall he was leaning against.

"Fine, fine. How about this, just a little deal."

"Oh no, you can't change your punishment," Prussia interrupted immediately. France sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I know that Gilbert. But I still told him. I'll confess at the next world meeting, though he's going to hate me for it, but you both have to tell Lizzy and Roma~" he grinned as he watched his friend's eyes widen in panic.

"That's not fair!" Prussia groaned loudly, Spain just sighing.

"It's completely fair," France said simply, crossing his arms. "Other rules still apply, understood?"

There was a long, hesitant pause before Spain sighed.

"Sí."

"Ja…" the Prussian groaned again, Spain smiling as he thought of what Roma would do tonight when he said something, Prussia just scared he would get hit again, though he didn't see how Lizzy would have that damned frying pan on her at the moment.

All three nodded and headed back to the table, Romano, Hungary and England having packed the rest of the food up, ready to go.

"Everything alright?" England asked, standing up when he saw the others approaching.

"Perfect," France grinned, wrapping an arm around the British blonde. "Ready to go then?" England nodded and the others agreed.

The men who had dragged their dates paid the bill, much to England and Hungary's argument. Romano just telling Spain that he owed him the food, Spain just laughing happily at that.

Romano was stuck onto Spain's lap on the way back again, the sleepy Italian offering significantly less resistance than before as he curled up against the Spaniard, the tanned man becoming his heater.

"Can… I still come to your house?" Romano mumbled the question, his eyes closed. "I don't want to deal with Feli's questions right now…"

"Of course Roma," Spain answered, rubbing the small boy's back as he told France, the man nodding and heading to Hungary's house first, the woman leaning on Gilbert's shoulder with a soft sigh, closing her eyes.

"Well this was an interesting night," she whispered softly to the albino.

"I know. But I'm glad you came," he whispered back, the woman's lips turning up in a soft smile.

"Me to."

There was a long, comfortable silence between the two for a bit, Prussia leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Lizzy?"

"Hm?"

"Do you remember when we were kids? And I felt up your chest?" She laughed at his words softly.

"How could I forget?" she asked. "Why?"

"I guess, back then, I thought I was going crazy. I didn't think that someone as awesome as me could fall for someone like you, especially you," his words were a whisper that kept Hungary listening rather than punching Prussia like he feared she would. "And when you turned all girly and went to live with Prissy-pants, I remember being scared. I thought you would leave forever and I would never see you outside of conferences, if even that."

Hungary sighed, reaching over to take the other's hand, squeezing it encouragingly.

"But you came back," he continued. "And now you're even more awesome than before."

"Are you saying I wasn't awesome?" Hungary teased, Prussia's grin falling as he started to protest.

"Nein, nein that's not what I mea-"

He cut off, his red eyes going wide when he felt Hungary's lips on his own. He slowly moved to kiss back, his long fingers lacing with hers as she pulled away.

"Ich leibe dich Lizzy," he whispered, Hungary smiling and whispering back before kissing him again.

"I know."

Just me then. Spain sighed at the thought, looking to the couple beside him, now cuddling, and then to the little Italian on his lap, Romano even smiling a little in the darkness of the car as he neared the point of sleep.

"Roma?"

"Yes Bastard?" Romano looked over at Spain with half-lidded eyes.

"What would you say if I told you I loved you?" If the Spaniard was expecting a big reaction, he was sorely disappointed, the only visible reaction that Romano even heard him being the slight widening of his bright eyes.

"I would tell you you're a stupid bastard and your head is too full of tomatoes."

"I'm always a bastard to you tomate."

"Sí."

Spain chuckled softly, holding him a little closer, closing his eyes and sighing. His eyes snapping open when he heard Romano's soft voice, speaking in a whisper. The boy almost sounding nervous.

"But, I would hope you weren't just fucking with me." Spain smiled at that and met the boy's eyes, his own practically sparkling in the occasional street lights.

"And why's that Roma?~"

"Tell me if you're screwing with me or not," the Italian nearly growled, any previous vunerablity in his voice gone, though his cheeks were still a bright red, growing darker as Spain lifted his chin, pecking his lips gently.

"What do you think tomate?"

A hint of a smile started to move Romano's lips as he shoved at Spain's chest, the nation just laughing.

"I think you're still a bastard."

Spain just laughed, holding the smaller boy closer to himself and kissing his head.

"Te amo Romano."

The Italian hid his face in Spain's chest, mumbling something into the fabric covering the nation's torso.

"What was that?" Spain asked gently, not getting a straight answer from the boy. But he didn't need one, letting the boy curl up against him quietly.

When they dropped Hungary off, Prussia went with her, the woman pulling him inside.

Romano, despite there being now empty seats, stayed on Spain's lap, the Spaniard carrying him inside when they reached his own home, not letting the tired boy's feet even touch the ground.

When they dropped the two Mediterranean nations off, France turned to look at his date, giving him a soft smile.

"My place or yours?" he teased, grinning. England rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded close enough to "Yours" for France to take that as a yes, the man starting to drive the car to said place, England watching the scenery fly by past his window.

"Did you all just plan to confess tonight?" He asked, not looking at France, and not noticing the blush that spread across the Frenchman's cheeks.

"Well, not necessarily…" he admitted, England humming and then turning to look at the other.

"Then what happened?"

"They didn't think I would have the guts to tell you," France said softly, glancing over at the nation in his passenger seat before back at the road.

"So you made a deal?"

"More like a bet…."

England scoffed and rolled his eyes, sighing softly.

"Would you have said something if you hadn't dared each other like children?" He asked, looking back out the window.

"Would you have told me if we hadn't?" France countered, laughing softly when he saw the blush reach the back of England's neck.

"What would have happened if you hadn't said anything?" he asked, France looking to the side.

"You're gonna get upset Angleterre," France said simply, moving to turn to park in front of his home, stopping the car and looking over at the other. England just shook his head.

"Try me."

There was a long silence, France eventually sighing in defeat and leaning back in his seat, running a hand through his hair.

"You'll find out soon. I didn't technically win the bet."

England's eyes widened and he hummed softly, moving to get out of the car, France looking after him in surprise, having expected more of a fight, and quickly followed after.

"Are you sleeping on the couch again?" England asked when they reached the front door, his eyes bright and ensnaring, seeming slightly amused at the situation.

"Are you going to make me?" France asked, smiling as he opened the door, allowing the other in first.

"Mmm… Maybe." France pouted, whining as he closed the door.

"Angleterre~ I want to sleep with my petit lapin~~~" England scoffed and rolled his eyes, taking off his shoes and starting to walk upstairs, not turning to look at the other.

"Then hurry up frog."

France complied, hurrying up the stairs behind the other with a wide grin. He walked in as England fell into his bed, taking his wallet and phone out of his pockets and setting them on the bedside table. France emptied his own and crawled into the bed, leaning over to kiss England briefly, reveling in his new ability to do so freely.

England rolled his eyes and crawled under the covers.

"Don't even try anything perverted frog," he threatened half-halfheartedly, his voice having grown tired and a yawn leaving him as he closed his eyes.

"Of course not Arthur," France said simply, moving under the covers and pulling the other nation close by the waist so they were close. "However, cuddling is not perverted. And I want to cuddle." he smiled, burying his face in the crook of the other's neck with a sigh.

England rolled his eyes under the covering of their lips, but smiled and didn't protest, quickly falling asleep along with the man holding him close as they slept until late the next morning.

Thanks so much for dealing with my Spamano and PruHun. That should be the last major details with them for now.

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