Te Amo
"Romanooo, where are you?" Spain called, looking under the bed. He'd been looking for Romano ever since this morning, but luck had been looking down upon him. He was worried sick, and starting to panic. "Romano, come out! It's just Boss Spain!" "It's because it's you, idiot," Romano's voice came from across the room. "Romano!" Spain leaped across the room to hug the younger country, only to land hard onto the floor inches from Romano.
"Don't scare me like that!" Spain scolded, back on his feet in an instant. Romano rolled his eyes. "You are such a stupid idiot! I'm old enough for you to stop treating me like a little kid! If you want to fawn over someone, go to my stupid brother!" Romano almost yelled. The words 'stupid idiot' crashed onto Spain's head like a rock, and a gloomy aura was now emanating from him.
Romano had no sympathy for the now sad man, and was wearing a smirk of triumph. "Serves you right!" he laughed heartily. Spain pouted. "Why are you so mean to Boss Spain?" he whined. "I'll stop when you stop treating me like a baby!" came Romano's frustrated reply. Spain was suddenly serious, no longer acting immature for his age.
He looked Romano in the eye; something was very unnatural about Spain's sudden behavior, and it made Romano nervous. "Then show me how much you've grown," Spain said softly, approaching S. Italy and backing him into a white wall. "Spain, what the hell are you-" Romano was cut off when Spain's lips met his. It was soft, innocent, but Romano was pissed to no end.
He tried to push the slightly taller country off him, but he failed. Eventually, Romano went limp as Spain put his arms around him, pulling him closer. Spain pulled away then, smiling softly. Romano was speechless. He didn't know what to say. For once, his endlessly-running mouth has been shocked silent. "Spain…" Romano started slowly. "Yes?"
"Why did you just..?" Spain chuckled lightly. "Why? Silly Romano, you really haven't grown up have you." Spain leaned in and kissed Romano again, just a tad more forceful this time. Romano held still, but slowly reacted to the kiss. He hesitantly opened his mouth, and Spain invited himself in, tongue flicking in and out playfully. Romano felt a blush creep across his face, and Spain pulled away, smiling. "Do you understand yet, Romano?" he asked. Romano didn't answer. Spain moved behind the startled Romano and put his arms around him.
He slowly started unbuttoning Romano's shirt, to the latter's struggling protest. "You idiot, stop!" he yelled. "Not unless you say 'Te amo'," Spain replied, still smiling. "Not in a million years!" "Then I won't stop~". Romano continued struggling, refusing to say those words that would save him. "Just stop, dumbass!" Romano yelled, struggling against the older country.
"I just want to hear you say it~", Spain pried, reaching the last button on Romano's shirt. Romano's face was slowly starting to resemble a tomato, as red as it was. "Fine… t-t-te amo…" Romano forced the words out of his mouth; he was going to get Spain for this! Spain stopped and moved to face Romano. He looked quite pleased. "I told you I'd stop, little Romano," he said, teasing.
"Shut up, bastard…" Romano growled. "You make such a cute tomato~." "I am not a damned tomato!" Romano screeched, knowing Spain was referring to his red face. Spain patted Romano's head and ruffling his hair, his smile ever brighter. "Spain, stop it already!" "Te amo, Romano," Spain said in his sweetest, yet most serious voice.
Romano was silent, standing there and blinking, comprehending on what he had just heard. "…Te amo demasiado, el idiota."