Antonio didn't know what Romano dreamed about, but it was obvious at times that they didn't hold the most peaceful of thoughts.
During the times when Antonio would go off to war he'd often come home weary and battle-worn, only wanting a good night's sleep. He'd trudge up to his room and set down his ax and without even bothering to change his clothes he'd pull back his sheets and lay down in bed. He'd sleep for a full 12 hours or so at least and only then would he be content. But things changed after Romano came to live with him.
The war with Turkey would turn out to be a particularly nasty one and Antonio would be gone for days, sometimes weeks, at a time. And at some point during all that, Romano had decided to turn Antonio's room into his own.
Antonio, as per usual, mucked his way up the stairs and to his room. He twisted the handle and pushed his way in. He dropped whatever he was carrying to the floor and immediately started towards his bed. Antonio caught something amiss but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He pulled on his sheets and started in surprise when he felt them resist his tug. He blinked his bleary eyes and found that Romano was curled up in his bed, the blankets pulled and wrapped tightly around him.
"Roman…o?" Antonio started to say something but let it trail away when he realized that Romano was still asleep. He wasn't quite sure what to do but he sure as heck wasn't going to be kicked out of his own bed by this little – cute – pain in the rear. So he scooted in right next to Romano, being sure not to wake him because he knew he would never hear the end of it from him.
Trying to get comfortable was a pain though; Antonio shifted this way and that, trying not to disturb Romano whilst doing so. Eventually Antonio gave up and just sat in one spot, willing himself to fall asleep. He thought of happy things. Smiles, laughs, hours spent taking siestas in the tomato field. He thought peaceful and calming thoughts and breathed deeply. It was while doing this that Antonio first realized that Romano didn't look particularly calm or happy. Romano was curled into a tight ball with the covers pulled up to his small nose, his eyes squeezed shut. A sound of soft whimpers could be heard coming from him.
Antonio's brow furrowed and he reached out a hand to Romano's head, petting him softly. It was then that big, fat tears began to fall from his eyes. Panicking slightly, he pulled Romano to him and tried to hush his cries. Rubbing his back gently, Antonio sang the few Spanish lullabies he could think of. After a short while, Romano was quietly sleeping in his arms. A small smile settled on Antonio's lips as he cuddled the small nation in his arms.
And things went on like that for a while.
Antonio would come home to find Romano in his bed, suffering from what he could only guess were nightmares, and would lie down and snuggle the kid close to him. It was comforting.
Author's note: This is not the sequel to my other Spamano fic. I had to post something for you guys to say sorry because that fic won't be up for a while. My head is spinning so much, I have an essay due in a few days and then I have a review session this weekend and countless other things going on online and with colleges. So I'm going to hold off on posting it until my spring break. (the first week of April if you guys are curious).