Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
AN: This was written a while back, I just forgot I had it. :)
With a low yawn, Spain rolled his shoulders back and extended his arms over his head as he waltzed in to his bedroom. A bright smile spread on his face as soon as he saw a doe eyed Italian sitting in a loose, black wife beater with the bed covers barely covering his spaghetti legs. He'd come over on business, but since they'd happened to be lovers (even if the Italian would flush crimson and deny any relationship with the Spaniard), Romano decided to stay in the nation's house instead of a motel.
Strutting up to the king sized mattress, Spain climbed on to it and promptly tugged the thin sheets over his own, toned legs. Romano threw him his infamous look of 'touch-me-and-die-you-bastard' before reaching over and putting out the candle that was lighting the room in a dim, romantic way. A moment then passed of the two sliding on to their backs and facing away from each other and Romano thought that for once, Spain would actually heed his warnings and not try anything. He was quickly proven wrong though when a tan arm threw itself across the Italian's bony hips.
Pressing his lips tightly together in aggravation, Romano twisted around to be met by the blank, drooling face of Spain and shoved roughly at his chest, causing emerald eyes to flash open at him. He then stuck his bottom lip out in a childish pout and moaned, "Please~?"
"No," Romano hissed lowly.
Sighing sadly to himself, Spain retreated his arm and rolled over, tucking his hands under his head in defeat and allowed himself to fall in to slumber.
The following day, when the birds were merrily and the sun's rays seeped in past the curtains that moved slightly from the tropical wind, Spain crinkled his nose and slowly began to prop himself on to his elbows when the weight of something lying limply across his waist stopped him. Cranking his head to view his back, a soft smile spread on his lips as he took in the sight of a peaceful Italian that was pressed up against him.