What I've Done For You

by Nanachan413

A collection of Hetalia blurbs, describing the lengths to which an older nation has gone for a younger nation. Pairings included so far: Spamano, UsUk, GerIta, DenNor. I was going to write brotherly relationships...but I'll mark it as completed for now. I don't know if I'll continue. Rated T because Romano.

1. Chp 1-Spamano

Spain is visiting Romano today. The Italian has decided that the first thing on their to-do list will be a siesta. Roma is sound asleep on the couch. Spain smiles.

Spain pulls down his shirt a little, his hand accidentally brushing the scars on his stomach. Spain has acquired enough scars that his stomach looks like a roadmap. They are from various enemies of his, who wish to hurt Roma. But they will have to get past Spain, first.

Spain touches one particularly large, deep scar, acquired from The Great Italian War with France. Spain remembers it as a cruel war, lead by one of his most capable bosses, Ferdinand II. He smiles at the remembrance of the French idiots fleeing from his attacks. Boss kept you from that lecherous France, no?

But Spain also remembers losing the favor of the Catholic Church after his victory against France. He winces; Spain has always been a devout Catholic. But anything for Romano.

Spain comes upon another giant scar. The Ottoman Empire, coupled with the French, as Spain recalls it, attacked Romano in 1542. Spain had succeeded, with heavy casualties, in holding them back. He had to enlist the damn eyebrow nation, but Spain regrets nothing. I'll go against any of my principles for Romano.

Romano mutters in his sleep. The Spaniard smiles. Anything, for my Roma. Scars are nothing. Blood is nothing. Money is nothing. Others are nothing.

"Spain...? Damnit, I fell asleep..." Romano notices Spain counting scars. "Spain, bastard, what are you-?" He runs his hand over the criss cross scars on Spain's stomach. Spain shivers slightly. "Do they...still hurt?" Spain tries to smile. Yes, in many ways. "Not at all," he says out loud. Spain pulls a bit closer to Roma, who looks like a tomato. "Scars are nothing. If it's for you, Roma, I don't care."

"Shut up, asshole." Contrary to his words, Romano clutches Spain tightly. Spain grins and returns his embrace. My Roma. You are so precious to me, did you know that?

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I read a fanfiction in present tense, so I thought I would try the writing style in a collection of blurbs. So, there you have it. R&R? Thanks for the read!