A/N: Spain and Romano! Yay! Spain is such a sexy beast... Anyway, I think this is pretty accurate... Historically, I mean. Only a little bid of cussing. Reviewing is nice! It makes my life a rainbow.

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Spain sat with Romano in the kitchen. The small Italian nation was eating his dinner, trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying it. He did such by criticizing small unaffecting details that nobody else would notice. Spain was trying to ignore him as best as he could. However, was not doing very well at this.

Spain had a difficult day. His country was experiencing some slight turmoil, despite their defeat of the Ottoman Turks at Lepanto. England's fleet destroyed his Invincible Armada, and he was very annoyed by this fact. He locked himself in the basement for a few days, throwing knifes at walls and killing anyone who dared interrupt him. Romano was taking away by Belgium for these few days. Three house cleaners and servants died during this time. Romano was now back, and Spain had calmed down. Well, the man had calmed down considerably. However, his calmness was soon disappearing as Romano continued to be so very annoying.

"Damn it bastard! You burnt some of my damn food! You are so damn annoying!" Spain clenched his fist, but then unclenched it, exhaling deeply. Romano continued complaining. "Damn it this is because you are so stupid! That is why your stupid fleet was destroyed by the damn British guy!"

Spain lost it at that point. He slammed his fist down on the table. "Damn it Romano! Shut the hell up!" Spain then stood up, and stomped to his office. Romano looked up in shock. Spain never got that mad at him. Sometimes he would yell a little bit but he did not cuss at him! Romano was sure he had never heard the man cuss. Something had to be wrong…Did he actually upset the Spaniard? Romano thought to himself, slowly getting down from the table. Maybe he could go ask…

Romano made way towards his boss' office. What if he…hates him? Romano thought, worry in his eyes. T-there is no way he could hate you Romano! You are his little tomato! Romano sure hoped so. He did not want Spain to hate him! Despite how much he claimed to hate his boss, Romano had really grown to love living with the Spanish man. In addition, he was much too little to try fending on his own.

Turkey had already captured him once, what if he did it again. If Spain hated him…No one would save him. Romano was getting more nervous by the second as he made way to Spain's office. As he stood in front of the door and heard a very odd noise. W-was Spain crying? That makes the second thing Romano had never heard before, heard. His boss had cussed and was crying. It was rather hard for Romano to believe.

Romano slowly creaked open the door to see his boss' face buried in his hands. Romano slowly approached the Spanish man, afraid of what would happen. He looked at him for a moment, thoughts wandering to the thought of how…good looking his boss was. Why was he thinking this? Romano did not understand this feeling in his stomach. Maybe it was a stomachache. Romano really hoped that it was a stomachache.

Romano slowly reached up his small hand to the Spanish's man face. "D-damn it bastard… I-I am… Scusa…" Romano hoped that his boss did not understand him as he switched languages. He did. Spain looked up and smiled broadly, through his tears. He picked up Romano and kissed his cheek, much to the another's annoyance. "Damn it bastard! Leave me the fuck alone!" Romano jumped down and ran out, leaving the Spanish man smiling. Romano went to his room and sat on the floor. He rubbed his cheek, privately vowing to never wash that cheek again.