Apologies (SpainxRomano)

Spain and Romano were fighting again. The animals were all scared and hiding from Spain and Romano's yelling, while the neighbors were all awoken very angrily for the third time this week. This time they were honestly thinking about calling the police.
"That's it! I'm done!!" Spain exclaimed, this time actually serious. Of course Romano didn't believe him, like always.  "You can have the bed." Spain said grabbing a pillow off the bed and storming down stairs.
"Fine tomato-bastard! I don't want you near me while I sleep anyways, pedo!" Romano yelled giving Spain the bird as he stormed down the stairs. Spain didn't care. This was the first time he ever really got mad at little Romano, and when he got mad, he got really mad.
They both slept uncomfortably that night longing for each other's touch. Spain couldn't sleep at all. He forced himself to stay on the couch until the sun peaked out of the ground. The Spaniard threw his pillow on the ground and went straight to the kitchen hoping to calm his nerves down with cooking. That only succeeded in waking up the hungry Italian.
"What are you makin'?" Romano yawned as he stumbled down the stairs.
"Pancakes."  Spain said monotonely not starting off with his usual over flirtatious good morning.  Romano didn't notice. He came around Spain's backside and hugged his waist. "Get off." Spain ordered angrily.
"What's your problem, bastard?" Romano asked furiously going to the coffee pot.
"You are." He said flipping his pancake.
"Fine, I want to visit my fratellino anyways. I don't want to be anywhere near you!"Romano yelled taking his black coffee upstairs and going to the empty unused suitcases on the top of the closet.An hour later most of Romano's clothers were stufed into his bag and he was too tired of everything to pack anything else. He strapped the fairly large duffel bag on his back, grabbed his toothbrush and headed downstairs. Spain was on the computer looking at a very pretty girl with a bored expression.
"What are you doing?" Romano asked out of curiousity.
"I'm looking at a dating website." Spain told him.
"A dating website! But what about me?!" Romano exclaimed.
"We were never dating, remeber? You never said yes and now I'll never ask." Spain said. Romano tried hard not to show how much his comment hurt him.
"Well good luck finding anyone who likes you one there!" Romano yelled.
"Tell Feliciano I said hi." Spain yelled so Romano could hear him as he slammed the door.
*hours later*
"Frattello!" Italy yelled abandoning his painting to hug his missed brother.
"What do you want?" Romano asked wishing he was in someone else's arms.
"You tell me!" Itally said his voice cracking from excitement.
"I'm going to be staying here for a while." Romano said sadly.
"YAY!" Italy yelled not catching Romano's tone of voice.
"Do you have a computer?" Romano asked.
"Yeah, its over there. Why do you need it?" Italy asked.
"Why do you want to know?!" Romano said immeadeatly getting defensive heading towards the paint smeared laptop.
Italy didn't waste time wondering why Romano was in an even worse mood than normal. Instead he he got out a clean canvvas and started a new painting that mirrored his happiness, abandoning his painting of a very missed friend and an unkept promise.
Romano went directly to the dating website Spain had been on and searched Antonio Carriedo. Several results came up. After an hour Romano finally found his Antonio. Below his picture it said: too late taken!
'By whom?' Romano thought not wanting to believe that Spain was going on a date with someone else. It wouldn't be that hard for him. He does have great looks and a personality that can kill. And his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. Romano had to stop this date.
"Where are you going?" Italy asked when Romano passed the bathroom where Italy was washing all the paint off his hands.
"Spain." Romano said.
"What? I thought you were mad at him." Italy said.
"What made you think that?!" Romano yelled as he reached the door.
"You're always mad at him." Italy responded his voice shaking surprised by his brother's harsh tone of voice.
"No I'm not!" Romano said storming out the house and hurrying to the airport. During the one hour flight Romano couldn't think of anything, but Spain. Jealousy pulsed through his veins.  The thought of someone else flirting with his Spain. The thought of someone else touching his Spain. The thought of someone kissing his Spain, it made his blood boil.
When the plane landed he rushed through the airport getting through all of the gates as fast as he could even if that meant pushing through crowds of people.  When he finally got out of the busy airport he started running not bothering with a bus or cab. There was no time for that he had to get to Spain fast.
When he finally got to Spain's familiar house his lungs were burning and his legs were screaming. With a shaky arm he knocked on the oak door.
"Who is it?" Spain asked from inside sounding like his normal self. Romano's heart beat beated a little bit faster at the sound of his happy voice.
"It-Its me." Romano said breathlessly.
"What are you doing here? Go see Italy." Spain ordered not wanting to see Romano's face.
"Let me in." Romano yelled.
"No." Spain said. Romano didn't have time for this he quickly fell to his knees and started searching for the spare key Spain kept under a stone. The only problem was that there were several stones. Eventualy Roma found the silver key and let himself in.  "What do you want?" Spain asked.
"Don't go."  Romano said.
"Go where?" Spain asked.
"Mates.com" Romano said simply still trying to catch his breath.
"Why do you care?" Spain asked.
"Because your mine. You can't go out with other people! You just can't!" Romano yelled.
"Yours what makes me yours?" Spain asked.
"I love you damnit thats why you are mine!" Romano yelled.
"And who says I love you?" Spain asked crushing Roma's soul.
"You do over and over again to the point were you get annoying. I never thought I would want to hear you say it again. Please Espana forgive me! Say that you love me please."  Romano said tears coming out of his eyes.
"No." Spain said simply coming closer to Romano until their bodies were touching. He grabbed Romano's chin and pressed his lips onto the sweet Italian's lips. "Love does not express the feelings and desire I have towards you."