Previously...

"I mean something special! Okay, so... I was out walking the dogs, and we came across a path in the woods! It was so pretty, Lovino! I wanted to walk it with you to see where it went!" Romano internally strangled himself, that wasn't what he thought he'd say.

"Maybe, you dumb bastard." With that, the two walked into the meeting hall together.

After the meeting finallyl ended, Romano decided he would pleasure Spain by joining him on his walk. After a quick dinner, they set off.

"So where is this dumbass trail, bastard?" Romano asked, working to keep the curiosity from his voice, and tugging his gloves on tighter. Spain smiled and broke into a light jog.

"We're close, Lovi! Don't be impatient, Mi Amour~*". After another five minutes of walking (or excited jogging in Spain's case), they finally reached the edge of the woods, and ultimately the entrance to the trail. "Here it is~" Spain sang out. The trailhead had been overgrown with weeds and tree limbs. There was only a single, rusted metal sign nailed to a tree. Romano guessed it was supposed to say the name of the trail, but it was far too rusted to be read. He couldn't get himself to understand why such a shoddy trail would be in the slightest bit EXCITING to the ditzy Spaniard. However, he had already promised the idiot that he'd walk with him, and so there was no turning back now. Before Romano could even huff in dissaproval, Spain grabbed his gloved hand and ran through the brush, into the trail.

The inside of the trail looked worse than the outside. There was still overgrown branches and the trail was nearly indestinguishable from the surrounding vegetation.

"We're going to get lost, Espana**..." Romano grunted. Spain just smiled softly to himself, and continued dragging Romano by the hand. Unlike the picky Italian, Spain loved places like this. True, it may have been alittle foreboding, but it had a certain charm, something from being forgotten by humans and countries for so long that gave it a mystical feel. Like something straight out of a child's storybook. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, and so many other fairy tales, they all had a feeling that was so hard to explain. A light, sparkly and magical feel, and Spain loved it, and planned to capture the same feeling, loosing himself in the woods with his Prince Charming. Or Prince Romano, rather.

Soon enough, they stopped at a tree to rest, pressing their chilled bodies close together and sharing warmth. Spain put his head on Romano's shoulder, and Romano laid his cheek on Spain's head, sniffing as his fluffy hair tickled his nose. Minutes passed, and as they were slipping into a cozy daze, Romano heard a twig snap. His head snapping up, he looked around at his surroundings. Finding nothing, he pushed the sound off as a bitchy squirrel. After mere minutes another twig snapped, again catching his attention. The twig had snapped closer this time, and he knew he wasn't the only one to have heard it, because he felt Spain's ears raise slightly.

"Lovi, what was that...?" Spain whined, holding onto Romano's arm, who then covered the Spaniard with his other arm.

"I don't know..." After a few seconds, Romano stood and scanned around, peeking in the bushes and in the trees. "There's nothing here, Espana..." Romano sighed as he dropped back down beside Spain. "We'll wait a few minutes and start walking back home, alright?"

"Si, Lovino..." Spain whined, and closed his eyes again.

*Mi Amour - Spanish for 'my love'
**Espana - Italian for 'Spain'

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