Romano woke up slowly, eyes opening to more darkness.
And the smell of tomatoes.
"What the...fuck?" he asked aloud, trying to sit up but hitting his head in the process.
That was when he realised there was another person in the box with him. A rather carefree, annoying person, too.
"Hola, mi tomate~"
"Oh fucking hell, its you." The Italian sighed. They were squished against each other in the small space, by his guessing, they hadn't been in there long.
"Why are you so grumpy all the time, Roma?" The Spaniard whined, leaning closer.
Ignoring the question, Romano narrowed his eyes, having heard voices from outside the box.
"-ui, only 'alf an 'our now. Still zhree hours left."
"Ja, too funny."
Romano gritted his teeth, glaring at Spain, whom he could now see due to the fact his eyes were now used to the semi-darkness.
"Bastard. Why did you involve me in one of your damn bets?"
"Uh, Prussia suggested it... I lost, okay?! I freaking LOST."
"..."
"You're not mad at me, are you, Roma?"
"Of course I'm damn mad at you, you jerk!" Romano sighed, "what was it that you lost?"
"Drinking contest last night..."
"Tch, and the stakes?"
"Um, I can't remember what I would've gotten if I had won but if I lost, which I did, I had to stay in a crate with you for three and a half hours..."
Romano scowled, kicking a foot at the side of the crate, growling "I'm gonna fuck you up big time, Frog! You too, Bird-Boy!"
The two male countries outside of the crate started laughing.
"Sorry, Romano, but this is the only punishment we thought would affect Spain to our liking~" Prussia replied, his voice muffled slightly by the walls of the crate.
The Italian returned his glare to the Spaniard as he spoke to the other two again.
"... How so?"
"Oh? You don't know?" France chuckled, whispering something to Prussia before continuing, "everyone zhinks you and Spain... are in an affair~"
Romano's eyes widened as he managed to splutter; "Me and him?! No fucking way!"
"Damn, the feeling's not mutual then..." Spain muttered lightly, grinning until he received a boot to the stomach.
"Pervert! After all those years you had me in your damn house!"
"Hey! You were cute, even Belgium agreed with me... for a few years anyways..."
Romano kicked him again, smouldering with anger.
"Dirty old bastard, stay over there." he growled.
Spain just winced, slipping into an offended silence. Which was broken minutes later by soft thudding noises against the side of the crate, followed by sighs.
Intrigued, the Spaniard leaned forward, squinting through a crack.
"Wow..."
Romano moved his legs, inching over to also look, but Spain grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away as he looked away from what was happening outside the crate.
"Not appropriate for virgins." he said, grinning.
"Mio dio, shut up." Romano spat, shoving his hands away, moving to look out. Almost immediately he moved back to his original spot, a blush covering his cheeks from witnessing the Frenchman and Prussian making out on the crate.
"See, not appropriate. And they aren't even having sex... yet."
The Spaniard's words had him pulling a disgusted face and banging his fists on the top of the crate.
"Have sex somewhere else!" he yelled.
"Ja, ja, vhatever..." Prussia muttered, the loud thud of his boots hitting the side of the crate as he slid off it making Romano wince; he had a terrible headache from whatever they had given him.
He just remembered arguing with Germany over his talking with his brother when France had offered him a drink. He was thirsty, so obviously he didn't decline. Anything else, however, he couldn't remember. Just passing out.
All sounds from outside ceased, as did the ones from inside the tomato crate, other than both the countries steady breathing.
"I'm sorry, Roma... I-I told them that I like you and they used it against me. Its my fault, I'm sorry."
Romano glanced at the other, who was sitting with his knees drawn to his chest, head leaning back against the crate. There was still very little space between them, but at least now there was a gap.
"Whatever... W-wait, so you do like me?"
"Si."
He blinked. 'Shit, he actually meant that before...' he thought.
"Oh..."
Spain smiled, carefully moving closer.
"Do you like me, Romano?"
"P-pervert, no way!" he blushed, raising one knee in defence.
"Any closer and I'll crush your balls." he warned.
The other just grinned and moved back, tapping the side of his nose knowingly.
"Your secret's safe with me, Roma~"
He glowered and looked away, hoping that the three hours left would pass quickly, before he gave in.
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Light flooded the crate as Prussia and France opened it, peering in.
The Spaniard had fallen asleep, waking up as the crate was opened, but the Italian was awake.
He stood up and shoved the Frenchman out of his way as he stepped out and stalked off, straightening his clothes irritably.
"Romano!"
"I don't care, idiota! Leave me alone!" he yelled over his shoulder as Spain caught up to him, catching his arm.
"I am sorry, rememb-"
He interrupted him with a quick kiss on the lips.
"I know, shut up. This never, ever happened, okay?"
The Spaniard nodded, staring at him in surprise as he started walking away again.
"Me encanta tu culo!" he called after Romano.
The Italian didn't give him the pleasure of seeing his blushing face, but instead half turned as he walked and stuck the middle finger up at him.
"Damn pervert."
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There we go, mine lovelies! My first SpaMano fic :3
I plan to do, like, two more, too.
Review, rate, ect...
If you guys want, I can turn this into a double-shot (espresso! XD)
-Kamakiri