Spain continued to stare at the small, tan body that was laid out in front of him. The normally tense muscles of the slightly tanned face were smooth and relaxed with sleep, the small boy for once calm and silent, almost peaceful. The Spaniard stared at the soft skin stretched over the Italian's long bones and lean muscles, but that's all he could ever do was stare.
Antonio sighed and ran a hand through his curly chocolate brown hair. "Dios mio Lovino.."
With that he saw the Italian stir, the petite nose wrinkling in the way Antonio knew too well as his own little world of sleep was disturbed by the sound of his own name.
The Spaniard quickly and silently made his way out of the boy's room before he was caught by the Italian, who would certainly give him hell for it.
No, the Spaniard thought. He isn't a child anymore.. that much is clear..
Antonio went to his own bedroom and sat down on the dark red sheets, fingering the soft material as he began to think, ever so fondly of his little Lovino.
He sighed, knowing there was nothing to be done about his feelings for Lovino. It was forbidden, thought Romano wouldn't know that...
The Spaniard shook his head. No.. he couldn't break the rule.. That rule which he had tried so desperately to put into effect.. He wouldn't. He would just go on, waiting for something to change. For something to go off in another nation's head, that they wanted to be with another romantically and they could take care of it..
They would think I was a hypocrite if I tried to take it back now.
