Road Trip: Spain x Romano One Shot
"Oh, come on, Romey!" Spain glanced over at the passenger seat just in time to see his companion snarl.
"I told you not to call me that! And will you please keep your eyes on the road? I don't want to die with you." Romano set his jaw tightly so he seemed to mumble through his teeth, causing the Spaniard to sigh.
"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" The Italian said nothing. "Will you at least tell me what's wrong?" Romano snapped.
"What do you think, stupid taco eater?! You dragged me along to this stupid little road trip, then annoyed me half to death, then almost got me killed! I don't need you, why don't you leave me alone?!" Spain's face said it all, as he pressed a tiny bit more on the gas pedal. After a bit of uncomfortable silence (and a few unnoticed tears), he finally found room to talk.
"I-I just wanted to spend some time with you..." His tears were visible now, streaming down his creamy brown cheeks in waves. He let out small sobs, and his chest heaved slightly. Romano's arms came uncrossed, and his face softened.
"I'm sorry... I've just had a bad day... I found out that my brother is getting married to that potato eating bastard, what's his name, Germany. And I... I..."
"You don't want to be the single brother." Spain's crying subsided, and he smiled gently at the Italian, having pulled over to the side of the road. Romano looked up, and returned the smile.
"Yeah... Too bad I don't have to..." He glomped Spain and kissed him hard on the lips. Spain then pulled his curl, and everything fell into place, right there on the side of the road.
Author's Note:
Well, here's more Spamano for... Whoever it was that wanted more Spamano. Anyway, much like my other one, Math Class, I wrote this while on a road trip. Imagine that. xD More curl play. Because I'm bad at coming up with good plot devices.