To Get a Message of Pain
A/N: Sorry for not posting anything for the longest time. I've been busy. *coughprocrastinatingcough* ^^;
There was a slow shake of Romano's head, telling Spain quietly that the answer was 'no.'
"You've been quiet, Romano. Are you ok?" Spain asked the said boy. Romano had been quiet the whole morning and had just actually refused a tomato! "Is your tummy hurting?"
His normally puffy pink cheeks had turned a light shade of tomato red once Spain had spoken up about his quietness. Romano hesitated then shook his head, glaring at the Spaniard for saying, "tummy."
"Are you sure you don't want this tomato?" Spain asked again hoping to solve the problem by waving the tomato in front of Romano's face like a dog and a toy.
Romano gulped and refused the tomato again. He couldn't tell Spain that he wasn't hungry because he had stolen multiple cookies and seven tomatoes to eat before Spain had woken up. He might get in trouble!
Thank you, you uncreative mind, Romano thought to himself. Can't even think of an excuse, dammit!
Spain frowned. This was not working, and something was definitely wrong with the small Italian. He'd have to try something new.
"Hey Romano," Spain said sitting down next to the boy, pulling him into his lap. The boy struggled a bit, making whimpering noises. "Did you know, if you write down something that troubles you, and stick it in a bottle, the trouble will be captured in the bottle?" Romano gave up his case of the Wiggles and sat in Spain's lap quietly, but still with silent complaints of the Spaniard's way of holding him, his absurd idea, and other small things like that. Spain noticed the boy's change and considered it a fact to continue. "And to get rid of the trouble for good, you throw it into a sea or ocean." He paused. "Would you like me to get you some paper and something to write with?"
Romano's face puffed up as his shook his head.
"A 'no' again, huh?" Spain sighed. This boy is confusing. "Well," he put Romano down and stood up, ignoring the head rush, "I guess I'll just go to the fields now. See you in a while, Romano." He patted the boy's head and walked away.
Once the back door had shut, Romano breathed out puff of air as if he was holding his breath. "Finally I can speak again." The only reason Romano had been quiet was to keep his secret in. "It's that bastard's fault I don't get enough to eat at breakfast. But I guess having a lot of tomatoes and some cookies was a bad idea to eat in the morning…" Romano's stomach rumbled of fullness, agreeing with his statement.
If you write down something that troubles you, and stick it in a bottle, the trouble will be captured in the bottle. And to get rid of the trouble for good, you throw it into a sea or ocean.
He's better find that paper and pencil.
Spain loved to watch the sunset at the beach. It was breathtaking. The last rays from the sun bounce off the blue-green water and make the water sparkle white. The pile of bottles, shining and sparkling- "Wait, what?" Spain gasped as he saw the pile of bottles at the edge of the water. Each was a various in size and color but every single one of them had a piece of paper in it. Spain picked one up and pulled out the paper, reading it aloud, "I had seven tomatoes, and five cookies before the bastard woke up today." Spain covered his mouth with his rough hands and sniffled.
He didn't know what he was crying over: that Romano had listened to him, or that all of these bottles were Romano's troubles.