Title: Like Always
Pairing: SpainRomano, Spamano
Prompt: the more gregarious he was, the more withdrawn he became.
gregarious
1. fond of company of others, sociable
Sountrack: A walk through hell - Say Anything, Alive with the glory of love - Say Anything, I wanna know your plans - Say Anything.
Writing Notes - Oh, looks like Say Anything says a lot about SpainRomano? For My Poland!
Like Always
He knocks again, his fist rammed hard in the oak door; I turn up the music trying to drown out the noise and the calling out of my name.
His voice now gone and foot steps walking down the hall; I raise my head from my pillow and sit up. The silk bed clothes feel nice under my skin, scarlet contrasting with the golden ting of my skin. I whip away tears that start to sting at my eyes. That was the second time he had tried to get in to my room, the second time after not talking to me for months.
I curl back up again, he doesn't need me, he's shown me that already. He had ignored me, not coming to see me. At meetings he was always talking to other people, his smiles directed to them and not me. The way his eyes flash at Francis, how his cheeks colour when he talks to Gilbert.
How he takes her hand and kisses it, how the blonde nation giggles. How she drapes her arms around him, maybe he thinks I don't see it. The more he becomes socially active, the more he talks to others the less willing I feel to talk to anyone else. I need him by my side yet he thinks he can just go away, drift off and forgive all about me.
I hear the pounding again, his voice calling out my name again. I mutter to myself how stupid he is, how he thinks that just coming to see me now will fix all of this, after the months of not even recognizing that I exist.
I say nothing as the pounding continues grabbing onto my pillow and hugging it; tears making there way out of my eyes. I'm disgusted in my needs for him. He calls my name and I hear something hit the floor. I look up confused and then slowly make my way to the door, taking the brass; cold metal of the doorknob in my hand.
I pause, not hearing anything and then I continue opening the door. A loud thud echoed in my ears and the oak door collided with something; I yelp as I see what it was, it had smacked Antonio face. He crawled back a bit rubbing his temple; tears welding up and pouring down his face.
It must of hurt for him to cry like he was now; I mutter swear words under my breathe as I knee down beside him. I wrap my arms around him and burry my face in his chest, feeling the heat radiating of his skin.
He being to rattle on apologies one after another, he doesn't understand the concept of silence. I wonder how people deal with him, I look up slightly and tell him I understand the best way I could think of. Placing my lips on his; I feel his sharp in take of breath before he relaxes and kisses back.
I blush deeply and pull away, looking away like I always do.
"I love you bastardo." I mutter.
"Te Amo, Lovi" he replies, like always.