When Spain walked into his house and found it clean, he knew something was wrong.
First he looked for his henchman; Romano couldn't have done all of the work by himself. Not finding him in any of his usual spots, he went out by the small garden full of the best tomatoes in the entire world, or so Roma thought so. He was so cute sometimes.
Spain had been gone for a month, official business for his country. The entire time he thought of Roma being all alone in the big house. What if he got hurt? Lost? Hungry? Ate too many tomatoes and exploded? Prussia made fun of him for being such a worry wart, but he didn't want anything to happen to his little tomato.
All the dishes were put away and the house was absolutely spotless. Maybe Belgium had come to help? It wouldn't be a surprise, she's such a nice girl. No wait, she was at the meeting too. Did Roma do this? No way, he didn't care about Spain nearly enough.
Finally giving up looking, he retreated to his room. After the long trip, all he really wanted was to sleep for a week. He opened the wooden door only to see a little form sleeping on Spain's side of the bed. A smile lit up the older nation's face; he tiptoed not to wake up the sleeping angel. The only time Roma looked cuter than normal was when he was sleeping.
Spain struggled not to cry out in happiness. Before he climbed in next to the boy, he noticed something clenched in his small fists. Gently, he maneuvered it out from the chibi nation. It was a card.A heart shaped card, with a message written in black ink.
Welcome home, bastardo
A light smile graced the sleeping boys face. He cleaned the entire house for Spain. With a small sigh, Spain climbed into bed. Why couldn't he be this cute and innocent all the time?
And where did he learn such vulgar language?