Summary: What if even after he grew up, Romano still blamed all of his little accidents around the house on the squirrel of his childhood? What if he was telling the truth? SpaRoma
A/N: I just wanted to talk about the squirrel… -looks around boredly- you all know it's true.
Warning: Profanity, destruction of Spain's house, stuff
Disclaimer: I own nothing
~ We're all squirrels here! ~
He could hear the crashing and screaming coming from the inside of his house. It was nothing new. He often came home to find the same scene as always.
The house a mess, some thing or another crushed and scattered all over the floor.
His darling tomato flustered and glaring as he asked what happened.
As always, the same answer: "It was that damn squirrel!" and as always he would sigh as he shook his head amused.
"Of course Romanito." He would chuckle as he hugged the Italian, who would in turn struggle and complain before settling down and sometimes even hug him back with a " Stupid Tomato-bastard."
However, this time something was definitely different.
It was different, because staring back at him as he stood in the doorway was the very rodent his dear Roma had been blaming since his early days as a henchman.
"There you are you little fucker!" The small brunette cried as he came at the small creature with a broom, only to have the utensil slip from his hand and smash a vase.
He really should have learned by now not to leave out anything valuable or easily broken with Romano in the house.
"Roma?" Spain called warily, still standing in the doorway.
The younger nations head whipped around to stare at him in shock. His mouth hung open and his hazel eyes were wide as dinner plates. "Bastardo! When the hell did you get back?"
"Just now…"
Romano stared at him horrified, yet at the same time hopeful. "So then you see the damn squirrel right?"
"Si Romanito, but why is there a squirrel in my house?" The Spaniard asked tilting his head in a confused manner.
"How the hell should I know?" Romano shrieked cheeks burning in anger and embarrassment as the subject of their conversation scrambled out through the still open door, leaving the house a total mess.
"I fucking told you it was a squirrel…" The Italian grumbled a while later after they had cleaned up the mess.
"Si, I know Roma. Lo siento!" Spain cooed hugging his love happily and rubbing their cheeks together lovingly.
~ End ~
Si – yes
Bastardo – kind of obvious
Romanito - Little Romano?
Lo siento- I'm sorry
A/N: Super short and it sucked. I hope you enjoyed now I'm going back to procrastinating and being lazy, a.k.a. writing a stupid summary on my stupid book. Please tell me if my translations are wrong. I'm French and I hardly bother with that language at all so~…
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