A/N: Hi-Hi! Here I am, with my first attempt at a collection like this! This was partially inspired by role-playing (I do Romano, while a couple of my friends do Spain.) and partially inspired by my failness at ongoing plots than need chapter updates. I figured this would be a good idea, since I can go with many plots in one and I won't get bored by having to follow the same one!

I have to warn you though, there are some minor headcanons of mine incorporated in these that you'll need to be aware of. I think the biggest is that in my mind, Romano has had a crush on Spain since he was a younger boy, gaining admiration of him from his pirate adventures. I hope you are fairly open minded, because I will have things in this such as shotacon, sex (maybe some bondage later!) and things of the like, so don't read if you don't like.

Thunder cracked, and the third enormous bolt of lightning flashed frighteningly close to Romano's window pane. He shuddered and buried his face deeper in the ever-comforting pillow; it was the pillow he always took for nights like these. He sniffed deeply. It was Spain's pillow.

There were only ever few rare moment's in the little Italian's life that he really required any comfort from another human being, but count on Spain to never be present for any of them. Romano had to get used to the idea of his care-giver never being around, what with his pirating and sailing the seas and whatnot these days. He learned to seek solace as best he knew how; and that had most commonly ended up as stealing one of Spain's things: a blanket, a pillow, a few shirts.

Romano would never admit to it, but he wished desperately that the smiling, happy-go-lucky optimist would be there for him when he needed it. Because really, that was his job as his boss, and thunderstorms were scary, dammit!

As if to further prove that thought, an earth-shattering boom resounded in the sky, almost seeming strong enough to shake the house's foundations. Romano let out a squeal (a manly squeal!) and attempted to stuff his whole body underneath the pillow; quite a task, as his body was about the size of a 12 year old human boy's.

Oh, why couldn't Spain just be back home for once? It wasn't as if...wait. Oh, wait. Romano sat straight up in his bed. Spain's ship-it had docked back home last night! He had seen him, and had yelled at him when he grinned and ruffled his hair! Spain was home!

Without a second thought, Romano leaped from his bed, carrying the pillow, and raced to Spain's doorway.

Light snores emanated from within the room; trust that bastard to sleep through this terrifying ordeal, ever oblivious.

As Romano was about to take his first step into the room however, his brain finally caught up with his hasty actions. What was he about to do? Scared as he was, he wasn't about to go admit that fear to stupid Spain of all people!

But it seemed as though fate was currently conspiring with Mother Nature against him, because an old floorboard chose then to squeak beneath his foot as he adjusted his weight.

"...Roma?" a sleepy voice penetrated the silence. Spain sat himself up and rubbed at a half-open eye. "What are you doing here?" he yawned.

BOOOOOooooOOOOOm!

Spain couldn't see from the blinding light of the lightning flash, but he felt the dip in the bed as Romano (apparently) jumped in his bed.

"Waaaah, bastard Spain! Make it shut up!"

Spain resisted a chuckle at the pathetic boy now clutching to his shirt, obviously suppressing near tears.

"And what makes you think I have power over the might of a thunderstorm, Roma?"

Romano looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. "But...you are a pirate captain, and they all say..." Romano trailed off in embarrassment.

Ah, so his little Roma had heard the rumors of the mighty Captain Antonio! This time Spain couldn't resist the chuckle. "I am flattered my Roma has so much faith in me, but unfortunately I have no control over the weather, despite what you hear." He patted him on the head. "But if you want, you could stay here in my bed with me for the night." He winked. "You know, to reassure me, since it is a little scary."

Romano huffed for appearances' sake. "Fine. But just this once, so your sorry ass doesn't come crying to me in MY room later." And with that he proceeded to plop himself across a majority of the bed.

Spain chuckled once more, and lay back down. Romano was asleep quickly, and he stroked his hair absent-mindedly, lost in his thoughts.

Since when had Romano been afraid of thunderstorms? He was always such a brave boy...I never recall him coming to me before...oh. His thoughts stopped as he realized why. I am not here when this happens, am I? How many times has poor Roma had to be alone with his fear and I wasn't there for him?

Spain gently pulled the boy's body closer to his in an embrace. "I'm sorry, Romano." he whispered softly, burying his nose in the slumbering country's hair. "I am not doing my job well, am I?"

Romano curled a little further into Spain's warmth. "...But I promise I will do better, just you see. I won't leave you alone so much anymore." He planted a soft kiss on the olive forehead. "I love you, mi Romano."

Romano stirred a little, and let out a little breath in his sleep. "...mmm...love you...too, Spain..."

"ROMANOOOOO~"

Romano cringed and dropped the coffee pot he was holding with a "crash!"

"DAMMIT, SPAIN! I ALMOST HAD THAT ONE!"

Spain ignored the outraged cry in favor of picking up the grumpy boy and spinning him around. "Put me down, you damn happy bastard! Go have your nice day somewhere else!"

Spain just grinned cheekily. "Roma, how would you like an adventure?"

"Wha-" The sudden sentence shocked the words out of the southern half of Italy.

"Fuso~! See, my ship is heading back out within the week, and we could use a cabin boy!"

"But...I'm no good at chores." Romano excused so as not to seem so eager. Spain laughed out loud. "Not to worry, Roma! It's more of a title, really. I just miss having my little Roma around." he nuzzled his nose into Romano's neck.

Romano shoved him away with a blush. "Get off me, you sop! Or I won't go!" Spain's face lit up more. (as if) "So that means yes?!"

Romano looked away. "Aaaw, my little Roma misses his boss too!"

"YOU WISH!" Romano snapped.

"Aaw, and now he looks like an adorable tomatito!"

"CAN IT!"

A/N:...Anyone there? *crickets chirp* Okay...well, if anyone decides to show up, the review button is just down below! Oh yea, and I WILL BE ACCEPTING REQUESTS AND PROMPTS!