Alright, copyright? I OWN NOTHING. NOT HETALIA, NOT THE SONG, not even the words, because I don't have patents for them. So, even though I'm destitute, please don't steal. Because I love my fics like my own children… Sort of… Because I have no actual children… Well, anyways, ON TO THE SPAMANO!
Spain had lived with Romano for a long, long time, so most of Romano's quirks (the whining, the pouting, the mafia death threats…) didn't grate on his nerve as much as they had, oh, say, a couple centuries ago. But one habit, one little odd thing his Lovi did, was starting to bug the shit out of him.
Whenever he called Romano, his Italian always waited to pick up the phone. Spain had been with him when others had called, and Romano always picked up the first time his cell phone rang, if only so he could have more time to scream at them for interrupting something vital for his wellbeing (aka, his afternoon siesta, or breakfast, or lunch, or dinner, or snacks in between, or simply interrupting his… breathing? Whatever it was, he always had an excuse to scream at people.
Which was precisely the reason that Spain was bothered. Was there a reason Romano didn't pick his phone up immediately? Was he- God forbid- growing tired of yelling at his former boss and now lover. Had he found someone new?
These thoughts and a thousand more like them raced through Spain's head as he crouched around the corner of the living room (in which Romano was laying on the sofa, reading) and dialed the number he had memorized into his own cell phone. He pressed enter, and held his breath… There! It started!
Wait.. that was… a song? Romano always set annoying beeping tones for people's ringtones! Confused, Spain listened harder and heard:
"Baby I was stupid for telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong for tryin' to pick a fight
I know that I've got issues
But you're pretty messed up too
Either way, I found out I'm nothing without you
'Cause we belong together now, yeah
Forever united here somehow, yeah
You got a piece of me
And honestly,
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you
Being with you
Is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn't miss you
But I can't let you go
Oh yeah"
"Lovi!" Spain practically sang, draping himself over the back of the couch and propping his head up on Romano's.
"The fuck, bastard? If you knew I was here, why the hell did you call me?" Spain ignored that comment, instead deciding to devote his time to placing kisses from the corner of Romano's eye to (finally) his mouth. By that time, Spain had jumped over the couch and had pulled Romano onto his lap.
"By the way," Spain whispered into his- oh yes, his and no one else's- Lovi's ear, "I love the ringtone you set for me."
Romano was about to respond with a barrage of expletives when, suddenly, his tongue had better things to do. Involving a certain Spaniard and his mouth, which tasted of tomatoes as well.
Yes, Lovino decided as he lay on his bed later, one of Antonio's arms wrapped around his waist and the other sprawled out on the bed sheets-which would definitely have to be washed later- setting that for the stupid Spagna's ringtone as that song from America to give him a hint was definitely a good idea.
