I'm trying my hand at Spamano Week this year!
The first day's prompt: Music
Title: Besos
Rated T for language and sexual themes.
Smooooooch!
Romano jumped in his seat, toast falling to his plate as Spain withdrew from planting a massive kiss to his cheek. "…The fuck was that for?" he asked, shooting a suspicious glance at the other nation who was already retreating to grab his mug of coffee from the counter. Spain grinned at him from over his shoulder. Romano saw him lift a thumb to swipe away some jam sitting on his lower lip; he brought it back to his mouth to lick it clean and winked.
Romano made a strangled noise and scrubbed the heel of his palm across his cheek. Spain chuckled and continued for his coffee. Romano dissolved into grumbles and downed his own espresso shot.
Smooooooch!
"There is no way there was food up there," Romano said, squinting as he brushed his bangs over his forehead.
Spain settled back in his chair across the corner from Romano's seat at the patio table. "No," he agreed, "but you know, those frown lines will give you a headache. It's only noon! Save those scowls for later in the day!"
Romano shot Spain a rude, one-fingered gesture, and took a large bite out of his sandwich.
Smooooooch!
"Okay!" Romano wrenched his hand from Spain's grasp, knuckles still buzzing from the kiss left there. He slapped both his palms down on the dinner table and half-rose from his chair. "What gives?"
Spain smiled softly at him. "Nothing. I just wanted to."
Romano froze, face flushing. Then, after a moment, he shoved his finished plate to the center of the table, grabbed Spain by the collar, and with a roll of his eyes, dragged him to the bedroom.
The next day transpired the same as before:
Smooooooch!: "You looked like you needed a good-morning kiss!"
Smooooooch!: "Collecting some payment for making lunch!"
Smooooooch!: "The sunset is so beautiful, Roma, I just couldn't resi—"
Romano knew something was definitely up at this point, but that still didn't stop him from cutting Spain off by crawling into his lap with an exasperated groan and instigating a replay of the previous night.
On the third morning, Romano shuffled down the stairs to the sound of humming coming from the kitchen. He thought nothing of it at first — Spain's singing was far from a novel occurrence in his home, especially while cooking — but when the humming broke out into words, all of a sudden the song sounded familiar. Pausing on the bottom step, Romano cocked an eyebrow and leaned forward to try and decipher just what it was.
The lyrics flowed through the house. "…eso es lo que quiero, besos…!"
"AHHH!" Romano yelled, jumping to the floor, socked-feet slipping on the wood as he scrambled to the kitchen. He reached for the threshold with one hand, used it to right himself, and thrust the other out before him to point at Spain in accusation. "I knew it, I fucking knew it!"
"Romano?! What—"
"BESOS!"
Spain froze, torso swiveled comically to look at Romano, bowl and whisk still in hand. He blinked twice before breaking out into a grin. "Okay!"
To his chagrin, Romano couldn't really fault Spain for taking the opportunity to cross the room and swoop him into his arms — he'd walked into that one completely. Spain kissed him with quite a surprising amount of passion for so early in the morning, the taste of his first cup of coffee mixing with the leftover hints of Romano's toothpaste. With an internal shrug, Romano indulged in the kiss for a few moments, even going so far as to bring a hand up to cup the base of Spain's head before twisting his fingers in the hairs at the nape of his neck and tugging him away.
"So that's what's been going on," Romano murmured, lips quirked. His other hand joined the first in absently threading through the ends of Spain's hair. "You've been listening to El Canto del Loco."
Spain's eyes twinkled. "I dug out their CD a couple of days ago. It's good summer music."
"You're a sap."
"I'm your sap!"
"You're also terrible at comebacks."
Spain settled his hands low on either side of Romano's waist. "So what do you say?" he began with a toothy grin. "Wanna wake up to some more kisses?"
Romano snorted and used the leverage he had around Spain's neck to pull him down and do just that.
Y eso es lo que quiero, besos
Todas las mañanas me despierten besos
Sea por la tarde y siga habiendo besos
Luego por la noche hoy me den más besos pa' cenar
And that's what I want, kisses!
I want to be awakened with kisses every morning,
And to have the kisses continue during the afternoon,
And then, at night, I want to be given
More kisses for dinner!
Inspired by the song Besos, by El Canto del Loco.
Translation slightly modified from the one provided by citruswind at lyricstranslate dot com