AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not historical or anything, but I just love Spain's nasty past, and I think that is how he would react if Romano found out about it. REVIEWS ARE YUMMY!
Spain was humming happily in the kitchen. He was preparing lunch for himself and Romano, and as usual, was in a super swell mood.
"Hmmmmhmmm dododeedumm hmmmm."
He continued his little tune, thinking about how yummy this food was going to turn out.
He stopped though, when he heard the front door bang open.
"Hola Romano!"
He called out, not turning from cutting the tomato on the board next to the sink.
No reply.
He sighed, knowing that Romano was probably in one of his temperamental mood swings again.
Chop chop chop.
He almost jumped when Romano cleared his throat rather obnoxiously.
"Si Romano? Do you need something?"
He turned, facing the younger man.
Romano had on his usual smug expression, brown eyes glinting, and his little stray hair bounced with each head movement.
"Hey Spain, guess what I heard from Prussia. That bastard just told me about how you all kicked major ass back in the good 'ole days? At first I didn't believe him, I mean really, you're not exactly the 'kick ass' kinda guy. But hey, he insisted. Why didn't you freakin' tell me that before!?
Spain stopped cutting the tomato, his knuckles turned white from grasping the knife so hard.
"And all this time I was thinkin' you were some big softie, but the whole time you were a fuckin' killing bastard, King of the World?
"Please stop it Lovi."
Spain's voice was restrained, and it shoke a little.
"Seriously, that is so cool! Who'da ya make sleep with the fishies?
"Stop it."
"Shit!, to think that I've been raised by someone who's done all that stuff. Awesome! Totally freakin' awesome!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Spain whirled around, knife in hand.
Romano took a step back, his mouth open as if to make another snide comment.
"Wha-"
"I said shut up."
Spain's eyes flashed, the knife was dripping with red tomato flesh, which of course, gave it a really gory effect.
Romano held his hands up defensively-
"Hey hey hey, watch it old man. All I was sayin' was how fucking awesome you were-"
STOP SAYING THAT!"
Spain shrieked, tears now streamed down his face, his eyes wide with fear and anger.
Romano flinched-
"Get. Out."
And at that command, the Italian stormed huffily back to his room, cursing the Spaniard.
Spain was still breathing heavily when he turned back to the counter. He slowly took the tomato back into his hand, and began slicing it slowly, carefully, with the knife.
Tears were still streaming down his face, as he could very well remember the pleading screams of all the countries he had slain so unmercifully.
He could still hear them in his worst nightmares.
Now that Romano, his Lovi, knew about his blood-thirsty past, Spain felt like a part of him had been ripped, and that certain special relationship that only focused on love, was ruined forever.
