Of course drabbles are fun, what are you talking about? (Who am I talking to? XD)
I do not own Hetalia, but let me say that History class is a lot easier after watching it.
Pairing: Spamano
Rating: T, Just for language. Bad Romano! This is just pure fluff.
AN: I JUST LOVE SPAMANO! O/O
Romano looked at the wooden door in front of him, his eyes narrowed, the scowl plain on his face. He had to be here, didn't he? He sighed and ruffled his brown hair, his eyes closed as he thought of what could be happening behind those doors. It was Spain's house after all. You can't help but think what sorts of things that country did while he was alone. Romano rolled his eyes as he knocked the door. It was because Spain had called him over after all. It wasn't as if he had the right to say no to his requests, the one who took care of him since he was younger. The one who insisted on him calling him "boss". Romano listened to the knocks echo behind the door, the empty sound ringing throughout that house. Romano scowled. "What the heck is taking you so long bastardo." With that a lit cigarette landed on his head, causing him to jump and hiss. "WHAT THE HELL!?" he screamed as he brushed his hands briskly on his head, his eyes tearing up as a burn mark appeared on his forehead.
Spain waved his hands as Belgium put up the streamers. "No no, that's all wrong! Move it more to the left!" Belgium sighed with a huff and turned around, her hands on her hips. "Why do you want this so perfect boss? Its just a birthday! We have hundreds of those, one every year! You don't need to go so overboard with it." Spain pouted, his arms crossing. "Of course I want it perfect! Its for my little Roma-chan after all." His eyes suddenly became glazed as he stared at his hands, his thoughts now distant. "Besides, its more than a birthday..." With that he shook his head, his eyes looking back up to Belgium, who still balanced dangerously on the ladder. He sighed and waved his hands. "Get off that ladder Belgium, I don't want you to fall and injure yourself. We'll just let this one pass, since its almost time anyway." Netherlands walked in, a cigarette in his mouth as he carried a bowl of punch in his arms. "Boss, where should I put this?" Spain gasped and grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the open window. "You know that the smoke will stink up the place Netherlands, you should know better. And place that on the buffet table please, thanks." Netherlands walked off, grumbling about something like that being his last cigarette. Spain ignored him and clapped his hands at the guests. "Well then, he'll be gettin-" He was interrupted by a series of knockings from the door, and he gasped shushing everyone. "He's here! Hide!" The lights were turned off as everyone in the room dived for a hiding spot, excluding Spain. Spain straightened his tie and closed the party room door, his smile wide as he ran to the front door. He slammed it open, yelling "Welcome Romano! Why don't you come..." He stopped as he noticed Romano holding his head in his hands, his hair curl twitching slightly. His eyes widened as he ran forward to the Italian, raising his head. "Are you okay Romano?" He gasped as he saw Romano holding his forehead, tears welling in his golden eyes. "What happened?"
Romano looked up and saw Spain, his golden eyes blurring as tears welled up. "What happened my ass! A cigarette fell out of your window you bastard and hit me in the head! How else could I get a burn mark like this dammit?" Spain's mouth gaped as he thought of himself throwing that very cigarette out the window earlier. "Oh, I'm so sorry Romano! I think I threw that..." Romano scowled as he slowly stood up straight. "Its just a burn, it'll heal. Just leave me alone and tell me what you want to talk about. Why'd you call me here anyway?" Spain felt his eyes tear up as he again embraced Romano, causing the younger boy to stiffen. "I'M SO SORRY ROMANO!" Romano gasped as they both fell to the pavement. "Get off me you bastard! My ass is starting to hur-" He was interrupted as Spain looked down at the boy, his green eyes dripping tears as his hands ghosted over the burn. "I didn't mean to hurt you Romano..." Romano smirked as he pushed Spain off and sat up. "You were always the cry baby Spain. I'm not a kid anymore, I can take care of myself." Spain smiled as his eyes closed, his nose still runny. "I guess that's true, huh?" Romano sighed when Spain suddenly leaned forward and kissed the burn, causing Romano's eyes to widen. "W-what the heck?!" Spain chuckled as he got up. "I used to do that to all of your injuries when you were younger, don't you remember?" Romano sat on the pavement, his eyes on the ground as his face slowly turned red. "That didn't mean you had to kiss me you bastard!" Spain laughed and held out his hand, his lopsided smile wide on his face. "Come on Roma, let's go inside." Romano took the hand and got up, his signature scowl on as he stared at Spain. "Why did you call me here in the first place dammit, there was something I wanted to see on TV..." Spain pushed him into the party room, his smile widening as he turned on the lights. Italy, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, and Japan jumped out from behind various chairs and tables, all shouting "SURPRISE!" Romano backed away in shock as Spain hugged him, his green eyes sparkling as he kissed him again on the cheek. "Happy Birthday Romano, and Happy 100th Anniversary of your independence!"
Ha, sorry for the bad first chapter. Please review what you want to have happening here, and I will comply. Seriously, I will! :3