A/n: Ah... A short start, I know, but it's to test the idea out. I actually have a well prepared plot for this story. 83 For once. Either way, let's see if I can keep this at a PG-13 rating... For anyone who knows me well, than you probably are wondering how long it'll take before I make that rating R...
Bésame?
Chapter One
Kiss me Slowly- Parachute
Spain sighed, running a hand through his dark curly hair, his bright green eyes slightly duller than normal. The rain was pounding against his window, and he frowned, shifting the way the blanket laid over him. Thunder clasped outside, and his heart jumped into his throat at the sound.
"Ah... Why must the thunder be so loud?" the Spaniard complained, shivering slightly as a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Trying to find comfort in the blanket, he snuggled deeper into its grasp, sighing softly, allowing his tired eyes to fall shut.
It had been awhile since he had to deal with a thunder storm on his own. Normally, he was either sleeping, or had company over when the rare storm happened to pass over his home. Today hadn't been his lucky day, it appeared.
It wasn't like he actually feared the storms, no, he just didn't like being surprised by them. If he had time to prepare himself, then the storms didn't faze him in the slightest. Unlike a certain pasta and tomato loving half nation he knew... Spain frowned slightly, wondering if there was a storm at Romano's house as well. Romano was terrified of the loud lightning and thunder, and had spent many nights sneaking into Spain's bed when he had been his colony.
"Eh? Romano? Why are you in my bed?" the half asleep nation asked, looking at a nervous bundle of sheets and blankets curled up at his side. The bundle whimpered as a particularly loud clasp of thunder snapped in the background. Spain blinked, understanding slowly dawning on him.
"Romano... Are you scared?"
Normally, Romano would have snapped at the older nation for even daring to say such a blasphemous thing, but this time, decided to let it go, in favour of snuggling closer to the strong man who would surely protect him.
A soft smile played on Spain's lips, and he pulled that shaking, whimpering bundle of blankets up onto his chest, wrapping his arms around what he suspected was Romano, or a wild raccoon. The bundle paused in its violent tremors, and a familiar head popped out, amber eyes looking at Spain in shock, and fear.
"It... It's... S-so loud, bastard..." Romano whimpered, yelping when a flash of lightning flashed across the sky. Spain bit his lower lip to keep from laughing. Even when pissing himself in fear, Romano seemed capable of trying to insult the forever cheerful nation.
"Ah, mi niño, it is nothing to fear. Angels are merely bowling up in Heaven," Spain said, his voice soft and calming. He ran a hand through the tangled hair on top of Romano's head, gently brushing along the odd curl that defied physics in general.
"Ah... D... Don't touch that bastard!" Romano hissed, hiding his suddenly hot face in Spain's chest. Spain laughed slightly, closing his eyes.
"So I guess this means you'll be sleeping with me tonight?" Spain asked. A soft "Mm-hm" was heard, and the Spaniard laughed as not too soon after that, soft snores came from the small boy. "Buenas noches, mi amado..."
Another loud clap of thunder snapped Spain out of his reminiscing, and he jolted up right as frantic knocking sounded at his door. Who could possibly be at his house this late at night?
Confused, the Spanish nation got up, and made his way over to the door, careful not to trip over his hastily kicked off boots from earlier. Getting to the door was more of a hassle then it should have been, since he tripped over the blanket(he should have bought the snuggie damn it!). Wincing, he got up on his knees in font of the door, and pulled it open.
He probably should have stood up first.
A figure darted in, one that had probably been a expecting a tall nation to latch onto, not a short one. The two let out cries as they collided, sending both back onto the floor. Spain kicked the door shut with his free leg, and sighed. Of course, he just had to have an Italian crotch in his face...
"Romano, as much as I believe in freedom of all things sexual... Can you remove your crotch from my face?" He felt the body above him tense, before quickly rolling off. Spain sat up, rubbing the back of his head, and glanced over at the pissy looking Romano.
"You... You damn perverted tomato bastard! Why did you put your face in my crotch?" Romano snapped, glaring at his fellow nation. Spain sighed shaking his head.
"You're the one who made my face go there... Why were you in such a hurry to get inside?" Spain tilted his head slightly, eyeing up the beautiful red blush spread across the younger's face, spreading down his neck, and beneath the collar of his shirt...
KA-BOOM!
Romano let out a shrill cry, before leaping onto Spain. "Damn it you bastard! Hold me!" Spain blinked, but smiled, laughing slightly.
"Are you afraid, mi Lovito?" Spain asked, wrapping his arms in an all too familiar way around Romano. The Italian cursed several times under his breath, snuggling closer to Spain.
"Fucker... Those stupid bastard Angels are just being really fucking loud tonight... Who fucking bowls anyway?" Spain laughed slightly, and placed a light kiss on top of Romano's head. He found it funny that Romano still believed in the bowling angels, but if it made the Italian feel better...
"Lots of people. Now, I was actually thinking of going to bed soon, mi amado. Would you mind letting me get up?" Romano sent him a glare that told the Spaniard that if he wanted to move anywhere, he was taking Romano with him. Spain sighed, feeling arms wrap around his neck. How was he going to pull this one off? Somewhere in the distance, Spain heard another roll of thunder, but ignored it as he did a very odd set of motions to get up to his feet, Romano's legs having found themselves wrapped around his waist.
He stumbled up the stairs, trying not to topple over with the extra weight, as he made his way to his room. He heard Romano whimper, and sighed. It was going to be a long night...
