I saw something in a Spanish duty-free and thought "Hello fanfic idea". Seriously, those fuckers come from everywhere. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Romano was about five seconds away from flipping both his shit and some tables. There was nothing he hated more than airports. ...Apart from potatoes, Germans, France, Germany, people who don't like tomatoes, Veneziano when he gets really clingy, the potato bastard, when he ran out of pasta, Germans... alright, he hated a lot of things more than airports. But he did fucking hate airports. Especially stupid small Spanish airports.
Though thankfully Veneziano was distracted by stuff in the gift shop which was saving his ears from being talked off. Fucking small mercy but you take what you can get.
"Mam!"
Fuck that then. Another thing Romano hated about airports, they were full of tourists and kids. Kids who never shut the fuck up.
"Hey fratello!"
Great, another thing that never shuts up. Veneziano bounced into the crap airport seat beside him.
"Ve~ when's our flight leaving?"
Romano rolled his eyes. "It'll leave when it's fucking ready to leave. If I could make it be ready faster, I goddamn would. But I can't."
Veneziano was silent for a moment then pushed a brown paper bag into Romano's lap.
"Ve~. I saw something I thought you might like~!"
Veneziano stood up and skipped to the bathroom. Romano glanced around furtively then pulled the item out.
"YOU FUCKING FUCKER, VENEZIANO!"
He'd bought a big bag of sweets with the words "Kisses from Spain" on it.
Ja!
-Animerockchic