"And that was the end of the lizard of Jaen," Spain said to the young Romano. Spain sat in a chair next to the boy's bed. Only the side lamp was on. There was a small red headed boy in the next to Spain.
"That was a terrible story. You keep changing the solution too," the boy said angrily, criticizing the story he was told.
"I'm sorry but there are several conclusions to the story," Spain said as he stood up. He smiled at the boy as he went to turn off the light. He made sure the night light was on though. Before, he had left it unplugged and Spain was awakened by a painful head-butt when he just got to sleep.
The boy was not done of course. "If they had gun powder, why couldn't they just shoot the lizard? They wasted gun powder that way."
"The lizard's skin was too thick to get the bullets through, Romano," Spain tried to explain. It was a fruitless effort though.
"Then if it was so thick, how could the solider have killed it with a sword in your other version of the story?"
"He found the lizard's soft spot then," Spain tried. At this rate, they would be up all night. The only way to satisfy Romano was to agree with him, tell him he was right (and usually that you were wrong).
"The bullets would've found it too, idiot."
Spain sighed in defeat. "You're right," he said finally as he moved his chair against the wall. He looked at the victorious Romano on his way out; a small crossed his face at the adorable young boy. He let out a quiet squeal before Romano made his last comment for the night.
"Of course I am right, tomato bastard," was all Spain heard on his way out. He left the door slightly ajar as he made his way to his room that was right next door to the small Italian's room. He never locked his door in case Romano needed him but he kept it close. It wasn't long after Antonio's head hit the pillow that he was out. No need to could tomatoes tonight.