Title: Mi nino precioso
Author: Himuro Miharu
Pairing: Spain/Chibimano
Genre: family/fluff
Rating: K+
Warnings: Lovi's signature potty mouth~
Summary: Spain can't help but love the child like he was own son, Romano can't help but feel like the Spaniard was his own father, or as close to one as he'd ever get. drabblyish thingy
Notes:A Spamano fic that's not yaoi! I'm so proud of myself! xD
Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns them~

Spain hummed softly as he picked the tomatoes in the fields, looking over to the boy at his side. The tiny Italian was grumbling under his breath moodily, shooting glares at his care taker every now and then while dutifully picking the tomatoes as asked. Giving a wide smile the older nation stood, sweeping his young ward into his arms and embracing him tightly.

"Roma do you know how happy you make boss?" He asked softly. The tiny nation was silent, chewing his cheek as he thought of a response for his guardian. Colour burst onto his cheeks as he lifted his head from the strong chest and leaned up planting a kiss on a tanned cheek.

"I know bastardo." he snapped, looking away.

"What about you Roma? Are you happy here with boss?'"

Romano pouted, his cheeks puffing with air, not liking the question. He thought about lying and telling the Spaniard he hated it and wanted to go back to Austria's home, but he knew the look he would receive. Bright sparkling green eyes would lose their luster, the smile he loved so much would become hollow, and the arms holding him would slacken only slightly, but enough to show how hurt he was. He didn't want to see that look on his father figure, not right now, outside in the tomato fields they loved so much. With the thought in mind he threw his tiny arms around his neck and held tight, kissing the opposite cheek.

"You're not as bad as I thought at first."

Spain chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small chest of the tiny nation he held, as he lifted him to sit on his shoulders, holding his small legs.

"That doesn't answer my question Roma~"

Romano crossed his arms, puffing his cheeks in annoyance, and embarrassment.

"That's all you're getting from me España." He scoffed, making the older nation laugh.

"If you say so Roma."

After the long afternoon in the fields Spain made paella for dinner, before taking his ward in for a bath, the young nation falling asleep in the hot water, his head lolling back and hitting Spain's chest.

"I think it's time for bed, don't you Roma?"

Chubby cheeks puffed out, and sleepy hazel eyes glared.

"Not sleepy bastardo!"

Spain nodded, a knowing smile on his face as he lifted the boy out to dry him off before standing and wrapping his own towel around his waist. Carrying the sleepy nation to his room he quickly changed before carrying him to his bed and helping the child dress for bed. Tucking him in, he brushed the bangs out of his face, kissing his forehead.

"Buenas noches Romano."

Giving a small smile he stood straight and turned to walk away when tiny fingers caught his hand.

"D-don't go till I fall asleep bastardo."

Spain just smiled at the tiny nation, sitting on the opposite side of the bed, before laying down and taking the small form into his arms.

Romano nuzzled his white shirt, breathing in the scent of his caretaker that always promised safety and happiness and allowed his eyes to close, slowly beginning to slip into slumber.

A minuscule smile formed on the older males face, loving the trust he could feel radiating off the child in his arms. Leaning down he whispered "Siempre será protegerle. Te amo mi hijo" in the boys ear and kissed his forehead once more before closing his own eyes, barely hearing the muffled "Te amo papa." he received in response, and the boy burrowing deeper in his arms.