Hey guys! Heres another Spamano about how it all started. Review!
Spain was leaving. He was off to fight another war. That was the only thing going through Romano's mind as he stood next to the window. Once again he would be alone. He sighed. What was this feeling? Grief? Longing? No... No such thing. Romano denied the feeling of sadness thinking of Spain leaving him again. He was a teenager... A young country blossoming into a larger one. Well... Of course he's only south Italy... Whatever. He was a teenager never the less, and by the time Spain got back from war... He'd be fully grown. Spain finished packing his small bag, all dressed up in his fancy war clothes... As Romano had always called them. He didn't want Spain to leave... What? No this wasn't right. Spain is a dick... He's happy to be alone... Right? Spain walked over to him and smiled weakly. "Romano... I will be back when i can... You'll be alright, won't you?" Romano refused to look the spaniard in the eyes. Spain chuckled. "So stubborn, aren't you Romano." Romano turned to Spain, a deathly glare in his eyes. Spain knew Romano well, he was just being him. "I promise i'll be back... Ok?" Romano nodded slightly. Spain hugged him and of course... Romano rejected it... But there was nothing he could do because of the Spaniard's size. He was much bigger than the still young Romano. Spain sighed. "Goodbye my dear Romano." He gave a wave and walked out the door to the rest of the troops, closing it behind him and giving them all a curt nod. Romano said, "bye," under his breath, and watched through the window as Spain led the soldiers off. He felt... A longing for Spain... No... Couldn't be. He refused to cry thinking it was just a stupid weakness. He did nothing but grab a tomato and curl up in his bed.
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Everyday, Romano would sit by that window... Waiting for Spain to come back. But he sat there, Month after month waiting... Soon it had been a year since he saw Spain.
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Romano once again, sat by the window... A year and too months from the day Spain left... Just hoping to see the sun glinting off their armor and weapons. He didn't admit it... But he missed Spain. That bastard, leaving him alone for so long. He sighed. It looked like he'd be alone for another night at least. The sun was setting... And he stood up to leave the window... His heart skipped a beat. Was it? Could it be? It was! Spain was back at last. Romano felt a smile spread across his face. No, he didn't miss him... He wouldn't admit it. He threw the door open and ran outside. "Romano!" Spain yelled. He put down his weapon. Romano walked toward Spain as the other troops dispersed. Spain's eyes widened... Romano grew up... He was so big compared to his size when he left him... But still he was small compared to Spain. "Romano... You've grown so much! I missed you Romano!" Romano crossed his arms and bit his lip trying not to cry. Thee was no doubt... He had missed Spain... He longed to be in his arms... And what was this feeling he had? He threw his arms around Spain as tears flowed down his cheeks. He buried his face in Spain's chest. "D-Don't leave me again... Please..." His voice was shaky and Spain was surprised. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. "Romano...? Its ok Romano." He put his head down next to Romano's and whispered in his ear, "I won't leave you again..." Spain was done with war... He had his time, and now it was over. He lightly rocked, calming Romano down. Once his sobs stopped, Romano pulled away and crossed his arms. "L-Lets go inside now... Its getting dark." He said looking at his feet. Spain smiled, "Of course, are you hungry?" He asked thoughtfully. Romano shook his head and walked inside. Spain picked up his weapon... Put it in its storage space, and followed Romano in shutting the door behind him. Romano sat down on the couch, arms crossed and eyes clouded with confusion. "Well... I better go get my wounds and cuts properly cleaned... Then I'm going to bed." Spain said. He walked into his room... And into the bathroom to clean up... To take a shower. Romano walked to the back door and opened it. He crept outside and laid down on the grass looking up at the stars. What was this feeling... Was it maybe... No... It couldn't be.
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In about twenty minutes Spain walked out of his room... Into the living room where he left Romano. But he wasn't there. Spain noticed the backdoor open, and walked outside to find Romano on the grass.
"What are you doing out here all alone? Are you ok Romano?" He questioned. Romano snapped out of his thoughts and turned his head to look at Spain standing by the edge of the grass. "Oh... Yeah I'm fine." Spain furrowed his eyebrows and gave him a skeptical look before shrugging. "Well i'm going to bed... You should too." Romano sighed and stood up. He walked inside and once again Spain followed closing the door behind him. Romano walked into the hall. His room was on one side, and Spain's was on the other a little bit farther down the hall. "Goodnight Romano." Spain said. Romano gave a sad smile and crossed his arms watching Spain walk to his room, and close the door halfway. Romano stepped into his room and did the same. He paced over to his bed and collapsed on it. Why did he long to be with the spanish bastard right now? He had no clue. He laid in his bed until he eventually fell asleep.
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Spain woke up in the middle of the night... About 2:34 am... And heard small cries. Romano...? He got up... In his sweat pants... And walked out of his room and into Romano's. Romano was sleeping... but he was crying out in fear... Spain kneeled on the edge of his bed and put his strong hands on Romano's shoulders, slightly shaking him. Romano bolted upright, tears in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Spain's waist and pulled himself in... Crying into Spain's bare chest. Spain's eyes were filled with worry. "Romano, whats wrong?" He said as he cradled him in his arms. Romano just shook his head violently remembering the nightmare... "Hey, hey its ok Romano, I'm here." He held Romano protectively after pulling him into his lap. Romano's sobs racked his small figure. Spain was guessing Romano had a nightmare like he used to when he was little. He bent his head and whispered soothing sounds and words into Romano's ear, until he stopped crying. Spain started to hum... Lulling Romano to sleep. Once the smaller boy's eyes closed, Spain laid him in bed and tucked him in like he used to. He walked to the door and was about to leave when he heard a small fearful voice. "D-Don't leave m-me." Spain tilted his head eyes filled with sympathy. He hated seeing Romano so helpless. He walked over to Romano's bed and got in with him, under the covers. He wrapped his arms around the tiny boy and pulled him close. Slowly... Both boys breathing slowed as they fell asleep.
