Romano's been hard at work with the stack of papers on the desk [even if he didn't quite understand what he was doing or what the tiny tiny tiny text at the bottom read] and his eyelids keep fluttering and his head keeps drooping lower and lower and the room is so warm and if he just closes his eyes for a few seconds, he'll be able to get to work later - he deserves the break, doesn't he?
"Romano," and for a second Romano doesn't register the voice. He just wants to sleep and come back in five minutes because he's tired. He lifts his head slightly just to see who it is, and it's Spain, frowning slightly, hands around a basket of tomatoes. "I thought you said you were working! Just like when you were a child - never doing your chores, I should have disciplined you more . . . "
"I'd never listen to an idiot's orders." Romano mumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"You're funny, Romano." Spain says. "Your wit hasn't changed since you were a child, either, it seems~"
Romano gets up from his chair and is about to show him about how many words he's learned since he was a child and how many new insults he's learned [because he's the type of boy to Google translate these sort of things] except
Spain kisses him, small and chaste and on the forehead; pats him on the head.
"You're still cute, you know?" Spain smiles as if he's carefree and hasn't been insulting Romano for the past few minutes. "You should come over here more often. I miss you sometimes, you know? There need to be some young people around here to liven things up a bit!"
"Why, 'cause you're becoming an old man?" snorts Romano, but he's smiling nonetheless.