I’d write more but I’m exhausted….
“You’re seriously gonna wear that….?”
“Y-yeah… Why? What’s wrong with it?! I thought it looked nice!”
“…You’re wearing a suit without a tie!”
“I thought the tie would be a bit much! S-should I be wearing a tie…?” Spain asked, turning to face his blonde friend, biting his lower lip. France stood up from the bed, arms raising in exasperation. He walked to the wardrobe, searching for his ties.
“Antoine, mon ami, you’ve been waiting for this night for years… No, centuries. I think you’re allowed to go a little over the top. Now, hurry. Put this on. He’ll be here soon,” France ordered, shoving a gold tie into Spain’s hands, ignoring the dumbfounded look. Mostly because he usually had a dumbfounded look on his face. Snapping his fingers in the Spaniard’s face, he continued, “Come on! I have to leave before the boy gets here. Poor thing’ll have a heart attack if I’m leaving as he arrives. Hurry!”
Spain quickly shook his head from the daydreams he was currently having above the date he had planned out in his head. Quickly pulling the tie over his head and knotting it, his fingers suddenly shaking, he looked up at France with a nervous smile.
“A-ah… Thanks… For being here and all…” he said, looking down at his outfit. He was so scared this was all going to go horribly wrong. Oh god, what if he didn’t come or Spain did something stupid like spill the pasta sauce on his suit or say something stupid like, “You smell good” or—
“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Romano, as much of a brat he is, loves you. Don’t worry. Just be yourself. He’ll be just as nervous as you. I’d warn you not to do anything stupid but, ah… well… ” France broke off, chuckling. Spain felt some of his previous anxiety melt off and laughed along with his best friend. “Don’t worry. Now I really gotta go. I’m cutting it short. Good luck!”
France quickly pulled Spain into a tight hug and started heading to the door before pausing and glancing back with a wink.
“And don’t forget to use protection.”
(Source: jadeharleyquinn)
