So, this was written after receiving a prompt from my girlfriend. I was told to make it cute and silly, so I hope I've achieved that. Enjoy. Also, I'd like to apologise to those who read Discovery for my lack of updates - blame it on Supernatural for taking over my life.

Romano sighed as he finished his third cup of coffee. He had been at the airport for over three damn hours waiting for that moron. Unfortunately, America's Washington to Rome flight had been delayed due to poor weather conditions on his end, so Romano had left for the airport a little later to pick him up. Maybe not as late as he should have, but dammit the traffic could have been bad, okay? Either way, he'd been sitting in the arrivals' lounge café for the best part of two hours, both newspaper and interior design magazine thoroughly read and finished.

Tucking the magazine and paper under his arm, he finally made his way back to where America would meet him from passport control. He leaned against one of the many metal railings and tiredly watched the arrivals' board, waiting for the sign that America's flight had landed. Finally, the screen showed Romano that his beloved was back in Italy.

Romano jumped up when a crowd of people started to enter the arrivals' lounge, faces a mix of grogginess from the nine hour flight and excitement as they were reunited with their loved ones. He searched the crowd until his eyes fell on America's bright smile. His whole face radiated happiness as he waved to the Italian. Romano broke into a jog as soon as America was far enough away from the clump of people and flung himself into the blond's waiting arms, "I missed you so much, you stupid bastard!" He wailed.

America spun him around in a circle and wiped away the Italian's tears once he had set him down, "Don't cry, 'Mano," he said, pulling the other into a bone-crushing bear hug, "Come on, we'll do our super-secret special salutation and then you'll feel better!"

Romano turned bright red, "Don't be stupid, bastard. We're in the middle of an airport!"America draped an arm over Romano's shoulders and waved the other in the air, "Exactly! Everyone will see just how close we are, because we have a special greeting!"The brunet grumbled before lifting his shirt up to just below his nipples and flushed even more at America's delighted expression. The American followed suit and soon they were rubbing their bare stomachs together.

"Come on, let's go home, bastard," Romano said once he had pushed the over-enthusiastic American away and readjusted his clothing, "I made biscotte."America cheered and laced his fingers with his best friend's, "You're the best, 'Mano."