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Part of my Angelic Smiles universe. Related to Closet Rhymes and Healthy eating, thought you don't need to read that(though you should since its Angel Pair and there are references).

*flails*

*cries*

I'm so sorry you guys. I had so much makeup work to do and this was supposed to be written a few days ago and, apologies.

Enjoy this though. More headcanon will be explained at the end. As well as some important news so yep. Read the bottom please~

The Artist Formerly Known As: Thank you lovely person~! It's mainly because while Hetalia focuses on the stereotypes, I love history so much. it's the only class I'm good at. It's like reading a soap opera. That's I love hetalia, but sometimes the show/manga doesn't do it and I like to further delve into the characters and look at them and take their basic traits into a bit more. It may not be entirely right, but it helps me write them.

(there's also that running gag where Italy would make a great Yandere to but we don't talk about that)

AFleetingPhantom: *dies* T-Thank you! I love reviewers, I love all of you! Even if you are random citizens who mysteriously like my stuff!

Vatala Darkmist: *cries* You love them? Oh thank you! Perhaps you'll be interested in my news then.

Lillith987: Good news! New chapter right now~

"Ah, Feli! Mi buen amigo, por favor espere." A tanned Spaniard called out to the northern Italy as he had started to walk out of the meeting room.

Italy glanced back at him, curious and not at all still annoyed by his repeated invitations for Arthur. With a small ve~, he walked back towards him.

"Yeah Antonio?"

"Well, I've noticed that, you and Arthur have become friend si?" Feli nodded, a sinking feeling building up in him. "Perhaps you could convince him to give me a chance and go on a date with me. He keeps declining, and perhaps it is a bit strange I'd like again. We did have a good relationship once before the armada incident. Lovi would tell you I was a bastard and idiot though. Political marriages are never for love, and I hadn't realized that the brit liked me."

…Oh. So Spain was asking for his help. He also had been in relationship with Artu. No, not just a relationship, a marriage. With Artu.

"I…ah, I feel like an idiota. I continued my relationship with Bella, and when England found out, well. Let's just say the armada is partly my fault. The last centuries or so haven't been good enough to ask him out, while our relationship became more neutral. So, do you think you can get him to go out on a date with me?"

Antonio cheated on his Artu, adorable, lovely, Artu. He had the nerve to ask him for help so Spain could woo Britain?

"BASTARDO!" Every nation still near the meeting room jumped, a few confused, others scared, while the rest looked at Romano in confusion.

It sounded like something he would say to Spain but…If it wasn't him then who on earth yelled? England however recognized that voice. Bloody hell.

That was everyone's reaction when they found North Italy fighting with Spain.

"F-FRATELLO!?"

"…I-Italy-san?"

"Mein gott, Feliciano!"

"Ohohohon, isn't this scandalous!"

"Dudes, isn't the pasta one supposed to be weak or something?"

"Al y-you maple idiot."

"You westerners are crazy aru."

"It seems little Italy is quite strong dah~?"

"Bloody fucking hell."

It would appear that Italy currently had the upperhand as he was hitting Spain with a tupperware container as well as a rather big spoon. What did people bring to these meetings?

"STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Arthur yelled, annoyed at the two while a bit worried about Feli.

Feliciano froze, looking up as he was about to punch Spain in the stomach, with a gulp he guiltily got up.

"A-Arthur..Ve, what are you and the others doing here?" Oh dio, merda, cazzo.

"What are you doing? Git! Are you hurt? Hell, you're probably hurt. What got you all shirty towards that arsehole anyways? You two are friends right?" Arthur muttered and grumbled while, to the shock of everyone except Kiku and Hungary, fussed over any injuries Italy got.

"I-I'm fine coniglietto. Not too badly ve. Ow." He squeaked, when Arthur glared up at him and gave a new forming bruise a rather bad poke, "I'm sorry Artu yes I'm hurt please don't be mad! I just got a bit upset over what that bastardo said…"

Meanwhile Spain had been helped up by Gilbert and Francis who were both teasing him over losing to Italy. But he was not paying attention to them, he was paying attention to the fussing England was giving Italy and the gentle smile Feli was giving in return. Both were a bit pink in the face and that made the normally oblivious man realize.

"Y-You like England!?"

The commotion caused by that sentence was even worse than that one time America had declared their flags sucked and his ruled. Oh the meeting room in Germany was never the same again. It was agreed to never ever, EVER mention it around Ludwig again.

"Oh Kiku! It's happening, the big realization, and soon to be happy ending!" Hungary was squealing quietly, hugging Japan's arm.

"I am recording it, do not worry." He replied, feeling just a bit sad seeing as his other friend was about to be crushed.

"…What the hell are you saying Spain?" England snapped, feeling strangely nervous and it not help Mint was singing that stupid kissing in a tree song.

"It's fucking obvious now. Italy likes you, that's why he went ballistic on me when I mentioned…a few things." Italy was now looking away from Arthur, bright red and shuffling backwards.

"T-That is completely ridiculous! Feliciano does not like me in that way." He turned his head back towards the red Italian, "Right Feliciano?...Feliciano?"

"Ve, I um, no. I don't like you." Italy glanced down at the ground, "I…Ti amo."

With those parting words he ran off through the crowd of disbelieving nations.

"W-What?"

"..Ello."

"Oh! Um, hi Artu."

"S-So, did you mean it? The T-Ti amo thing."

"Yep."

"Y'know everything became chaotic after you left. A few fights even broke out."

"Ve! Was everyone all right?"

"Yeah, they were fine. Not fun handling Kiku's and that weird woman's questions though."

"Miss Hungary?"

"Her, yeah. Plus you didn't even let me reply you stupid git, prat, twat, arsehole, wanker, just...Ugh that wasn't nice."

"S-Sorry ve…"

"…Fuck it. You're nice you know that? You are the brightest nation there is, your smile could brighten a room and bring another onto someone's face, you are in fact in idiot like some people would believe actually you're smart, not weak at all and you're so very much compassionate. I-I have such a fear of the dark I have to keep the bathroom light on and if anyone else had been with me like Francis or Al…I'm not even going to think of it. You can appear clingy a bit but, I don't like being alone.

I'm alone because it hurts to be with someone who will just break you in such an awful way. I can't do it, no I couldn't do it. So your hugging, constant babbling, and the fact that you've stayed this long…I love it. S-So you better not be like the rest okay?"

"A-Arthur? You, oh ve, you do you-"

"I like, no l-love you too...idiot."

I thought it'd be nicer if the ending was simple, like an exchange of words. No worries, still one more one-shot left that will be filled with supreme fluffiness and romantic, and you'll enjoy it. I hope.

BUT THAT MEANS NEWS.

Like the next one-shot will be the last one-shot for this universe. Sad yes I know, but that doesn't mean I'll stop writing Angel Pair! In fact...

I'm going to write a multi-chaptered story that will be Angel Pair. I can't give to many details but it will involve Spy!Italian!England. With more goodies and pairings OH THE DRAMA! *fans self* It'll be partly serious, partly comedic, and with some fluff.

Now to write that last one-shot, start on my ROTG series and write chap 1 for the new fic.

Notes:

Mi buen amigo, por favor espere: My good friend, please wait.

Artu: Arthur

Coniglietto: Bunny

Bastaro: Bastard

Ti Amo: I love you

Mein gott: My god

Dio: God

Merda: Shit

Cazzo: Fuck

Idiota: Idiot

Mein Gott: My god

Fratello: Brother

Si: Yes