Spamano: One Question chpt1

  'Why am I even visiting this bastard?' Romano thought as he stood outside Spain's
door.  

   He obviously knew the answer to that, Romano just couldn't take his brother Italy
anymore and he needed to get away, so earlier that day he had just stormed out in need of fresh air.  His feet eventually dragged him to Spain's house.

Romano roughly knocked on the door.

   A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a very disheveled Spain, his hair a complete mess and his button up shirt was half unbuttoned. Spain didn't look necessarily happy, but that all changed once he saw Romano.

   "Hola Romano! It's so good to see you!" Spain said as he gave a quick hug to the smaller country.  "What brings you here today mi amigo? I wasn't expecting company!"

   "I didn't want to be at home so I decided to stop by ok?" Romano said, and it had come out a little harsher than he had intended.  But Spain had gotten used to Romano's sharp tongue and didn't give a second thought to his harshness.

   "Well I'm glad you did stop by!  I just harvested a whole bunch of fresh tomatoes! Come inside there's plenty."  Spain said as he turned around into his house, Romano following closely behind.  The prospect of his favorite food was making his mouth water, plus it was way past his dinner time.
  
   Spain led Romano into the kitchen where there was a large bushel of tomatoes just sprawled out on the counter top.  Romano quickly stepped up and grabbed one, taking a bite of the big red fruit.  Romano had to admit, Spain did grow the best tomatoes he had ever tasted.  They brought back some of the few good memories of his childhood, when he and Spain would go out in the fields together to harvest tomatoes.  Spain also chose one and sat in the Chair next to Romano.

   "So Lovi, how's life down in Italy?" Spain asked with a mouthful of tomato.
  
   "Well, at the moment, it sucks ass.  There's way too much politics going on and I never get a wink of sleep.  Especially when Italy is around, that bastard just won't stay quiet you know? Plus he's always mumbling 'doitsu' in his sleep."  Romano complained as he stared angrily at his tomato, and pretended like it was Italy's head as he took his next bite.  But Spain only chuckled.

   "Well, how about tonight we just relax.  Forget about politics for a day or two and just spend a couple days worry free, si?"  Spain said happily.  Spain is just always so positive.  Romano respected and envied him for that trait.  

   But a day or two without a care in the world, that sounded just perfect.  Romano nodded his head in response.  Spain then grabbed a bunch of tomatoes in his arms and headed out to the living room.  

   Romano followed behind, wondering what Spain had planned.  Romano plopped himself down on the couch while Spain went over to the television and turned it on.  Then he sat down right next to Romano and laid all the way back on the couch, sighing contentedly at finally being able to sit down after a long day's work.  

   Spain flipped through the channels until he finally stopped on some Spanish romantic comedy movie.  Romano barely understood a word of it, he never had learned Spanish that well, but Spain seemed to be enjoying it immensely.  And personally, Romano just liked sitting next to Spain, their arms touching while they both ate fresh tomatoes.  Romano soon lost total interest in the show, and he began to doze off a little, but he refused to fall asleep completely, he was the kind of person that can't fall asleep when other people are around.  



   After a little while, Spain noticed that Romano was leaning closer and closer to him, until he was almost completely supporting Romano.

'I wonder if he even realizes he's doing it' Spain thought.

   Spain glanced down at Romano's face to see that his eyelids were drooping, yet he wasn't completely asleep yet.  Just then Spain decided to take a chance; he slowly reached his arm around to wrap around Romano's shoulders.  Spain prepared himself for a bombardment of curse words, but instead Lovino merely shifted his weight a little, curling even closer to Spain.

   'Wow' Spain thought, 'He must be really exhausted if he's actually letting me do this.'

   They sat there together, not even paying attention to the television anymore, until Spain noticed that Lovino's breathing had deepened.  He looked down to find Lovino finally asleep, curled up on his side leaning into Spain's chest.  He smiled as he looked down at the sleeping country's face.  He just looked so innocent like that.  But Spain knew they couldn't sit there all night, he had to put Lovi to bed.



   Romano stirred as he felt himself being shifted into a different position.  He slowly opened his eyes to find Spain carrying him bridal style up the stairs.  Romano yawned, and Spain looked down to see that Romano was half awake.
   "Shhh, go back to sleep Lovi, you've had a long day."  Surprisingly, Romano didn't argue, he was just too sleepy.  Instead he dug his face farther into Spain's shirt, and grasped it with sleep weak hands.


   Spain Smiled as he placed Romano gently on the guest bed.  He lifted up the sheets to cover his small figure, and then walked towards the door.  
"Goodnight Lovi, sweet dreams" Spain whispered as he turned off the light and closed the door.


   Romano awoke to find himself curled comfortably in bed.  He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, examining his new surroundings. 'What the…' thought the Italian, then he remembered.  'Oh right, I'm at that bastard's house.'

   Then he remembered the previous night, he must have fallen asleep on the couch while watching that movie.  Romano also had a very faint memory of Spain carrying him up to this room.
   'Damn it, I'll never live that down.' He couldn't believe he had showed such weakness to his former boss.  Romano silently scolded himself as he got out of bed.  
Romano checked the clock on the wall, 11: 00; he had slept in really late.  
   He slowly made his way to his old closet.  Yep, this used to be his old room when he lived here as a child, but Spain had changed it into a guest room when he had left to live on his own.  

   Romano swiftly chose a gray collared shirt and a nice pair of jeans; both belonged to Spain, so when he slipped them on they were slightly baggy.  He ruffled his hair in the mirror to make it look half presentable, and straightened his hair curl so it stood up right at the top of his forehead.  
Romano trudged down the stairs to find Spain reading his Spanish newspaper at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.  He looked up to see Romano entering the room.

"Buenos Dias Lovi, sleep well?"  Spain said looking over his news paper as Romano took a seat across from him at the table.

   "Ya, I guess…"  Romano didn't want to admit it, but it was the best sleep he had gotten in months.  

   Spain somehow saw through Romano's shielded words and smiled warmly, knowing that he was secretly happy on the inside.  Spain knew it was hard for Lovino to open up to people, so he tried to show him as much kindness as possible, to see if Romano would open up to him one day.

   "But you know I could have just slept on the couch."  Romano grumbled under his breath.  Spain chuckled lightly then turned back to his news paper.  

   Romano got up and made himself a bowl of cereal then sat opposite Spain.  After a few minutes of silence, Spain looked up to see Lovino deep in thought, the poor country almost looked troubled.  

   "Hey, Lovi, you ok?"  Spain asked, concerned.  Romano jerked out of his day dream when he heard Spain's voice
   
   "Oh, yeah yeah, I'm fine." Stuttered Romano.  Spain obviously knew that he was not fine.

   "Lovino, you know you can tell me anything.  I won't judge you for it." Spain said placing his paper on the table.

   "I said I'm fine you asshole!" Growled Romano, avoiding Spain's prying eyes.  Spain sighed inwardly.  Lovino still didn't trust him enough to tell him his troubles, but he wasn't going to force it out of him.  So instead, Spain changed the subject.

   "So Romano, I was thinking we could go down to the lake today.  Just relax and have a good time. Maybe have a picnic."  Said the Spaniard.  
   Romano had to admit, the offer did sound tempting.  He always loved visiting the old lake.  So he decided, why not?  Romano slightly nodded in response.

   "Wonderful!  Go get your shoes on and I'll pack lunch, si?"  Spain stood up from the table and headed over to the refrigerator, while Romano went to go get his shoes.  
As Romano laced his shoes, he realized that something really was bothering him, but he would never tell Antonio, it was just too embarrassing.  But Romano still put on a brave face and walked out the door with Spain directly behind.  

   They walked side by side in silence.  But it wasn't an awkward silence; they were simply enjoying the scenery around them: the low shrubbery and the occasional tree that dotted the area.  Some people would consider this landscape dull and boring, but to the two friends, it was perfection.  
   As they walked over the small hills, a light autumn breeze flowed through the trees, ruffling the Spaniard's messy hair.  Romano thought it was almost cute how his hair flowed in the wind.

   Wait, what the hell? Had he just called Spain 'cute'?  Well that was strange, especially for Romano.

   Spain glanced down to see a confused face on the Italian. "Hey Lovino, what's that face for?"  Spain chuckled.  Romano quickly realized he was making a strange face, and quickly changed it, staring stubbornly at the ground.  Spain bumped playfully into the other country, making him stumble a little.

   "Hey what was that for?" Romano said regaining his balance.

   "What? I just thought that face was cute!" said Spain lightly.  Romano suddenly blushed, 'so Spain thought I was cute too?' he thought.  Suddenly Spain bumped playfully into him again, and Romano then proceeded to bump into him.  Romano smiled as Spain nearly fell over from the impact.

   "Hey, that was a little harsh" chuckled the Spaniard.

   "Well you deserved it, bastardo."  Romano snickered back.  Then they continued walking, but now Romano had a tiny smile sketched onto his face.