It was a hot summer's day in Spain. Romano was drowning his sorrows with as much beer as possible. Last time he had been interrupted by an army of turtles. Not this time, no way, everything is going to be normal, especially since Spain had once again offered to pay for everything. He was drinking to spend all of Spain's money damnit! Not for any reason said pervert suggests, and defiantly not because he enjoys Spain's company…..defiantly not. Speaking of the pervert, he had been grinning all day, since he had managed to keep one of the turtles. The turtle at the moment was sitting quite contently on the Spanish nations head, Romano grumbled to himself about Spain being an idiot as he drank himself silly. Then suddenly a question materialised in his head.
"Oi bastard! What exactly did you name that little turtle thing anyway?"
"Hmm? Oh! I named him after my favourite person in the whole world"
"Really?"
"Yep, the person I named him after is kind and caring, although he tries to hide it. He can be lazy and gluttonous at times but he does try hard to achieve his goals, once he gets motivated enough that is. He has these lovely hazel eyes and brown hair to match, which has this really awesome curl. He's really cute and he means the world to me. "
"…..it's not my spoilsport brother is it?"
"Of course not!"
"Then who, you tomato bastard? Who?"
"Why you of course, my precious little Romano!"
"O-o-oh"
Spain laughed as he wrapped Romano in a bear hug, Romano spluttering curses as he did so. Romano soon gave up struggling though and buried his face in Spain's chest, since it had become as red as the tomatoes he loved so much.
To this day if Romano is questioned about it, he would always reply that it was the summer heat that caused his face to go bright red, but Spain claims that he just is suffering from denial.
