Spain closed his eyes, listening to the rustling of the grass as the wind blew over his face. The sun was warm on his skin, and he could smell the slight scent of rain on the air. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it Lovi?" He asked happily, tilting his head to look up at Romano.

Romano shrugged, plucking pieces of grass from the ground beside him. "It's fine." He mumbled, dropping the grass and moving his fingers to play with Spain's curly hair.

They were quiet for a moment, and Spain rolled over. Reaching up to cup Romano's cheek with his hand, Spain smiled gently up at him and said quietly "Lovi, I overheard you complaining to yourself the other day… About how you hated how you looked. Please, tell me which part of yourself you hate the most."

Romano frowned. "You shouldn't be listening in on whatever I'm doing!" He grumbled, his cheeks red as he looked away. "And why would I tell you something stupid like that?"

"So I know exactly where to plant my lips every time I see you, and tell you you're beautiful."

Spain watched as Romano froze, staring at him in shock. A full minute passed before his face crumpled, tears beginning to streak down his cheeks. Spain sat up and pulled the Italian into a hug, shushing him quietly and rubbing his back as he cried.

"Te amo, Lovino."