"Bastard!" A plate flew at Antonio's head and he ducked it-barely but got punched- and smiled at his cute little Romano. The country glared at his former boss. "Stupid tomato bastard! I hate you! You can't say things like that, it's, it's wrong!" He stormed out to the balcony and Spain sighed.

They had just come back from shopping and Romano was sitting on the table, watching Spain put away the mountain of groceries as he usually did, munching on a tomato. Glancing over at his cute little boyfriend, Spain smiled happily. His little Roma was just so cute! Of course, even with that fearsome glare on his face, he was more than cute…smiling Spain turned around and nuzzled Romano's cheek, feeling it heat up immediately as he did so. "You're so cute my little Roma!' He cooed.

"Shut up!" Romano cried, hitting him with the tomato and moving to open a cabinet to put dishes away, using it as a deterrent to force the blush down.

"Awww, but you're adorable!" Spain hugged Romano from behind and kissed his cheek. "I love you!"

And that's when Romano had tried to hit him with a plate. Spain sighed again, a bit sad. His poor little Roma…not only was his little tomato horrible with people and incapable of putting his emotions into words, but there was their shared religion. The Catholic god hated gays, and that's just what Spain and his boyfriend were. Spain chose to love who he loved, and not care what others thought.

Spain loved life, tomatoes, Romano, France and Prussia, and God. It didn't matter if God disapproved of his love, he still loved God, and since God loved everyone, maybe God was like his little tomato angel, unable to express it but showing it if you looked close enough. And that must be it, for Spain had had a very good life over all, and you wouldn't have a good life if God didn't love you, right? Right.

With that in his mind Spain went to go to his little angel who sometimes-most of the time-acted like a fallen one. But as he took his first step out onto the patio the church bells announced four o' clock, and Romano fell to his knees. Even though Roma's back was to him and he was unaware of Spain's presence, Spain knew Romano had his prayer beads wrapped around his clasped together hands, and sure enough he caught some of his prayer.

"Oh dear Lord Jesus, son of the Virgin Mary and Almighty Father God in Heaven, please cleanse this disgusting mortal of his sins…." Every day as the clock struck every hour, no matter where they were or what was happening, Romano would fall to his knees and pray as hard as he could, begging and pleading for God to forgive him of the sin of loving another man.

Spain didn't understand, but he watched anyway, smiling contentedly as Romano prayed and begged. They both had their own way of dealing with the conflict between their religion and their love, but they both loved each other nonetheless.

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I am not religious. Therefore, I didn't mean to offend anyone if I messed up how you pray. Sorry.