AN: Like I said before I don't want any hate for this. No I don't generally see Spain as a pedo but that's why I put him under dark Spain.
please don't read if you know you hate this kind of stuff. I don't want comments about people saying I ruin this character's image even though others have done it long before I even joined the fandom.
This is mostly a guilty pleasure fic for those that are into it. For those of you who are all good, enjoy.
On another note, back in the day the age of consent was as low as 11 before being raised to thirteen and then eventually sixteen. (Just putting that out there)
Spain smiled as he watched the boy run about in the tiny maid dress. "Romano! Be careful, you're going to fall!" He yelled. He chuckled as he heard the faint, "Shut up, bastard!"
He went back to reading his newspaper, taking glances up to the boy who hopped about. What a darling little boy in such a darling pink dress.
He hopped over the rocks, doing his best to avoid to the water stream that flowed between them.
"Hey, jerk bastard! Look!" Spain looked up and walked over to the small boy, smiling as he saw his bright expression.
Little tadpoles swimming about. He bent down and reached inside, curling his small thin fingers into the cool water as the tadpoles swam away. "They turn into frogs when they grow up," Spain said. "Really? How?" Romano asked impressed.
"They grow legs and go onto land," Spain said. Romano's face contorted before he looked at the Spaniard. "That doesn't make sense, how does it grow legs and just go out of the water?"
"Well that's how humans are too," Spain explained. "Nuh-uh. Idiota, humans start as babies," Romano said, crossing his arms.
"That's very good, Romano but what about before it's a baby?" Romano thought before answering. "It comes from woman's belly," he said. "Yes! You're so smart Roma!" Spain said gaining a smug look from the Italian boy.
"Well someone has to have the brains here, and it's obviously not you," he said spreading his dress as he sat, dipping his feet in the water.
"You know, Roma," Spain started and the boy looked at him. "To make a baby, a man has to put little tadpoles into the woman's belly. Then it grows up and it starts to grow arms and legs. And also a nose," he said pinching Romano's nose.
"And some ears," he said tugging his ear. "And even little fingers with nails," he said taking his small hand and spreading out his thin fingers.
He smiled as he did so, lost in own his own fantasy before Romano spoke up again.
"How does he put tadpoles into her belly?" Spain looked at him and smiled. "Well usually they," he started as he sat behind Romano, wrapping his arm around the small boy.
"They get it out from here," he said, reaching his hand beneath the skirt and reaching up to feel the small bump under his white bloomers.
"I don't get it," Romano said looking back at the Spaniard. "Don't worry, boss will show you when you're old enough," he said pulling his hand away and stroking his hair. "When is that?"
"Hm? When you turn thirteen," he said. Romano frowned, seeing as he still had two years of go. He stood and looked down at the running water, skirt lifting as he bent down to pick something up.
The Spaniard only smiled, watching as the bloomers became exposed under the ruffles of the short dress, along with smooth, thin legs.
He stood back up and turned to him, showing an amber colored stone. "Look, it looks just like Feli's eye color," he said holding it out. "Si. Come on, let's go back inside," he said.
Romano nodded and the Spaniard stood and turn to walk before hearing a splash and thud. He turned back to see the small boy on all fours, looking down at the water ashamed with watery eyes.
"Roma, are you okay?" He hurried over and the boy moved into a sitting position, legs bent up as he tried to hold back tears. "Oh no, you're hurt," he said looking at his badly scraped knee.
He frowned as the boy sniffled, his dress becoming wet as he sat looking at his injured leg.
"What a shame. You hurt your pretty leg," he said crouching down in front of him. "Does it hurt?" He asked taking his leg into his hands. "N-no," Romano replied, choking back tears.
Spain loved seeing him like this. On the verge of tears, clearly in pain and still trying to put a brave front. He wished he could see that cute face more often.
He looked at the scrape and gently raised his leg, taking the injury into his mouth. Romano whimpered in pain as the Spaniard suckled on the wound and flicked his tongue over it, tasting the iron that seeped onto his tongue.
The blood stopped flowing and he gave a soft kiss to the wound, then another. A few more as his mouth moved lower down his leg, until he gave a soft kiss to his small foot.
"All better?" He asked. The small boy nodded before being hoisted up into the large man's arm. "Your cute dress got all dirty. How about we take a bath before washing it," he said as he carried the small boy inside.