Assistance
AngolMoaChan
prompt: "Spain and Romano in a tree." Combined with prompt: "Sometimes you can't make it on your own".
Look, a twofer. I'm so awesome. xD Also, I listened to "For You I Will" by Teddy Geigher while I wrote this. If you're interested or anything. BDb
"The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them."
-Charles de Lint
Romano couldn't help but think that this was quite possibly the absolute dumbest thing Spain had ever done. He was perched on a tree branch, nimbly sitting and swinging his legs over the edge—and god damn, the tree was high in the air. And of course Romano had to follow him and make sure he didn't crack his head open somehow. Not that he was worried, or anything. Or cared. Just, you know, if he got hurt, no one could make him paella for dinner like he wanted. That was the only reason.
"Are you fucking retarded?" was the first question out of his mouth as he finally, finally reached the god damn top of the god damn tree where the god damn Spaniard was humming to himself cheerfully, oblivious as ever.
Spain looked over at the younger nation, who glared at him from his position nearly attached to the large trunk of the great oak. He laughed cheerfully, a dopey grin on his face. "Romanito, you look like a little koala on that tree! Come on and sit by me, no~?"
"Like hell!" Romano responded, gripping the tree tighter. He wasn't…wasn't afraid of heights or anything, at all. No way. Nonetheless, the ground was looking way too far away for his own liking, and…Romano found he preferred to have his feet planted oh-so-firmly on the ground, "Can you just get the hell down already so we can eat?! I'm fucking starving here!"
"Romano, language." Antonio replied airily, waving a hand towards him. "Just grab my hand, amado! I'm not going to let you fall."
"Don't call me that! I just want to get…to get down already!"
The Spaniard chuckled, scooting over on the branch. He leaned down slightly, green eyes perfectly level with Romano's honey brown, and held out his hand. "Romano…don't you trust me?"
"I…what?" A look of incredulity crossed the Italian's face as he stared at Spain, who continued to study him, fire in his green eyes. And it wasn't a look of anger or hatred—it was passion, it was a fierce, burning love for someone, something. For him.
Romano stared at the hand held out before him. Spain's voice vaguely echoed around him, repeated with the gentle lilt of an accent. "Do you trust me?"
For a moment, he locked eyes with the Spaniard, then slowly, his hand trembling with a mix of emotions—fear and anticipation and things he couldn't even describe, like the fluttering in his stomach that felt like he'd ate a really really good tomato—Romano placed his hand in Spain's.
"Then," a smile crossed his face, and the elder Nation stood, still holding his hand. He looked down, into the crystalline waters of the lake below. "Vamos."
Romano inhaled, closed his eyes—then jumped.
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:D Diving from a tree into a lake equals awesome. Also, for those of you who've never seen your Dora; Vamos means let's go. xD Amado means sort of like sweetheart, or love.
