Snap Shots


I: Giving Flowers


Romano looks down at the bouquet of carnations in his hands, then looks up at Spain. The nation flashes him a bright smile, emerald eyes sparkling, and tilts his head at a birdlike angle.

"So…"

Romano furrows his brow, the corners of his lips twitching downwards. "What?" he snaps, narrowing his hazel eyes. Spain flexes his shoulders, shifting his weight.

"What do ya' think, Roma?" he enquires. Romano snorts and tilts the bouquet at an angle, so the blood-red blooms were level with Spain's eyes.

"Really? Red? That's such a cliche, bastard." He steals a sidewards glance, lips pursed thin. Spain slumps his shoulders, his expression falling.

"So you don't like carnations?"

Romano's cheeks flush with color. "Wha-wait! What are you talking about?" He leans forward, getting up into Spain's face. "I never said that, you idiot!"

Spain sighs and tilts his head back. "You don't seem too happy-"

"Yeah? Doesn't mean I don't like carnations," Romano huffs. "It's just that this shade of red would look hideous in the living room." Spain stares at the Italian nation for a moment before breaking out into a radiant smile. Romano arcs an eyebrow, sucking in his cheeks. "What?"

"So you do like them!"

The Italian nation snorts, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I never said that, bastard."

Spain chuckles and wraps his arm around Romano's shoulders, drawing him in for a hug. "You do!"

"Shut up."


This story is really just a string of mindless fluff I'm going to be doing, so I don't get rusty while I try to get my shit together and write a decent story. Sorry for the lulzy quality and length.

Or am I?