"Spain! Popcorns' ready!"
"Yes!"
When the countries had gotten together and watched horror movies, Canada had chatted with Spain and learned that Spain had never seen any Transformers movies. Canada immediately invited Spain to his place so they could go on a Transformers movie marathon, stating, "even though they're American, they're pretty good. Also they're pretty popular at my place too".
When everyone left, Spain had gone with Canada to his place. They chatted on the way there, Canada giving Spain a brief explanation of the movies they would watch. Most of it went over Spain's head, but he listened anyway.
They arrived at the house; Canada fed his bear, and started making the popcorn. He'd told Spain where the movies were, so Spain got the movies loading while the popcorn popped.
Canada came over with the bowl of popcorn, the buttery and delicious kernels of joy hot and fresh from the microwave. "Oh man Spain, you're gonna love this! Have you really not seen any of this series?"
"Yes, and I have heard of it, I just didn't bother to learn anything about it!"
"Well, you're gonna love it!" He already said that. Several times. "I know I keep on saying that, but it's true! America loves these things. He even has an Optimus Prime mask."
"Well after this, we can watch more of those horror films from my place! Yes, Italy hates them, but once you get used to them, they're not so bad!"
Canada shoved his hand into Spain's face. "Shh… just, no. Just don't. We're not watching that."
"Well fine then! At least let me hold the popcorn." Canada begrudgingly handed the bowl to him. "And press play. Vámonos!"
"Alright, alright, here we go!"
The credits rolled.
It was 1 AM.
They had been watching movies for hours.
The popcorn bowl lay deserted and forgotten on the floor beside the couch they were seated on.
Canada was curled up under the blanked they had painstakingly retrieved after the third hour.
Spain blinked.
"Wow! That really was great! I know I said it back halfway through the first one, but wow! And the animation! The way the movies all connect into each other! So cool!" He looked over to his left, at the Canadian partially obscured under their shared blanket.
Oh.
He was asleep.
Canada was leaning heavily against him, glasses askew. He was breathing softly, blond hair mused up, with small bits of popcorn lodged in his soft locks.
When had he fallen asleep? They had been talking a lot during the middle of the last movie, gripping each other tightly as suspense filled scene after suspense filled scene went by. And that last quarter of the film had been particularly action heavy.
Could he have slept through that?
Well his excited chatter hadn't woken him so maybe it was possible. He had said that he and America had seen these movies 'a thousand times'.
Speaking of people falling asleep, Spain was getting rather tired too. His eyelids felt heavy, drooping despite his best efforts. Even though the people at his home would be waking up right about now, he was just about ready to fall asleep on the spot.
Canada shifted a little, let out a sigh, and pulled the blanked up higher. It was quite warm and comfortable on this couch, with the fuzzy blank and the cuddly nation next to him. If Spain got up, he would lose this comfortable spot and probably wake Canada.
Spain closed his eyes and shuffled closer. After all, it would be rude to wake his host when he looked so comfortable.
A/N: Written for that same friend who likes spanada, but this time as a birthday present! Thought of the idea of Transformers when I was walking around in circles, thinking of good prompts. I know literally nothing about Transformers, so I don't even know if there's a lot of action in the last quarter of the "last movie". Hell, I don't even know the number of the last movie. Or how many movies there are.