By sundown they were back home. Alone. Spain sat at the living room trying to open a bottle of wine, while Romano finished the lasagna in the kitchen.

Romano's cell phone vibrated, and he took it out of his pocket. An american flag flashed across the screen.

"What now?" asked Romano.

"Hey, are you ok?" asked America.

"Better than ok. I just got married," he said, peering into the oven.

"Whaaaat?" yelled America.

"Shut up. Geez," said Romano. He held the phone with his shoulder while he took out the lasagna.

"W-with Spain? Today? Where are you guys?"

"At home. We got married at a court house. We had to falsify our documents of course, but since it's just a...simbolic thing, we didn't care."

"Oh my god. And here I was worried about you guys getting into a huge fight. Wow. Congrats man. You should have made a party! You should have invited us! Or wait, did everyone get invited but England and me? I mean I just talked to him and he said he was the one who called Italy, pretending to be Spain," babbled America.

Romano rolled his eyes, and the phone slipped from his shoulder. "Shit!" he cried.

Spain caught it in his hand.

"Hey America," he said, setting the wine glasses on the counter. "We didn't do anything. It sort of happened."

Romano bit his lower lip.

"H-hey, Spain," said America. "Uhm, congratulations..."

"Thanks. And if anyone asks, don't say anything. We wanted to tell Portugal and Italy first. Oh, and tell England that if he pulls this shit again, I'm going to chain him to a rock, and throw him into the ocean."

"O-ok, sure."

"Bye," said Spain, and hung up. Then he turned the phone off. "Take it before I crush it," he said, giving it back to Romano.

"He was worried that we were still fighting," said Romano.

"I should have told him I married England."

"Spain! Don't tell him," said Romano, hitting his arm playfully.

"Back in the times of the Habsburgs, everybody was married to everybody. He should pick up a history book," he said, and sighed. "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't-"

Romano kissed him. "Shut up."

Spain smiled and hugged him. "Are we going to have a honeymoon? I haven't had one of those. It was always the ceremony, the party, the deflowering, the-"

"Shut. Up." ordered Romano, pulling at Spain's hair.

Spain laughed, "Ow. Meow! Meow!"

Romano couldn't help but laugh. Then he got angry at Spain for making him laugh, so he headbutted him.

They ended up eating the lasagna in bed. Romano kept staring at the engagement and marriage rings in his hand, while Spain kept staring at him.

"Thank you," said Romano. "I know you're not fond of marriage in general."

Spain grinned. "In general? No. I didn't like being married off to people I barely spoke to. But you?" he said, holding his hand. "I have lived thousands of years, and this is the happiest day of my life."

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