Spain cried out in frustration. He was done with it! He truly did love his tsundere Italian but it was too much. He wished that Romano would say I love you to him at least once in a blue moon! The closest Romano was to saying it was when they were first starting to date. Now all he ever seemed to do was insult and order Spain around. Spain was scared that Romano truly did not love him. He knew his lover had issues with trusting people but they had been dating for a while. Spain had always been loyal and loving to Romano. Spain also had his insecurities that needed to be addressed. Did Romano really love Spain, or was he just being used? The Latino was almost too scared to find out.
Romano entered their room to see his Spaniard lying down with an unusual frown placed on his face. He quietly sat on the bed and started brushing through Spain's hair repeatedly just the way Spain liked it. Romano started humming an old Italian tune to help the Spaniard calmed down. It looked like his usual happy-go-lucky lover had a bad day full of paperwork and evil bosses.
After a minute or two Romano's hands trailed down to lower so that he was massaging his neck, upper back, then lower back. Spain moaned in content as his lover worked out his tight muscles. He purred in appreciation of his lovers skills.
Soon Spain flipped himself over and pulled Romano onto his chest. He nuzzled into the younger nation's neck and smiled against it when he felt a kiss placed onto his head. Spain now knew why he had been okay without Romano saying I love you for so long. Romano said those important words through his actions again and again. Plus Spain believed he said it enough for the both of them.
"Te amo Romano."
"I know tomato bastard," Romano sighed.
"Ti amo" he whispered back while giving another kiss to Spain's chocolate colored locks.