Yesterday night, past midnight, I had inspiration to not only draw out a small comic that dealt with this similar situation, but I also felt the need to type up a short story. And as much a this is the first ever short ficlet that I've ever posted to the internet, which makes me even more nervous to post this, it doesn't mean I want any gentle treatment. I really want to get better at creating stories that will entertain you guys and honestly, I'm hoping to add more cute ficlets to 'Cherry Tomato Sweet', all about my ideal, headcanon Spamano family.

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Cherry Tomato Sweet

Scenario One: Sinful Teenagers These Days

"Your fratello wants your help on his homework."

"And I wanted to go to prom, but yeah know, we don't always get what we want."

Leaning on the doorway, Romano deeply sighed, slightly agitated at his eldest daughter from across her bedroom. Sitting up straight onto the bed board, she tightly had her arms crossed against her plump chest. Her long dark chestnut locks were in a sloppy bun, little curls popping out of that beautiful mess. Though, her round, green eyes were stern and glaring at the older Italian with extreme fury.

'She looks like her father.' He snorts before saying, "It's just a party Izzy, I don't see the problem with missing one event."

Appalled at her father's words, Isabella, as Spain had wanted to name her the day she was born, quickly turns her head towards her father "Oh my god, it's NOT 'just an event'! This was PROM. The day I was to feel, look, and be a beautiful princess and Papa just took it away!" only afterwards pouting and turning away from Romano's gaze, not wanting him to see her watering eyes.

He lightly scratches his small mustache above his upper lip, that he was most certainly proud of growing out, in confusion. Sure, he had gone to many parties himself when the Italian was in his younger years of being a nation, but not as much as Spain. That Spanish bastard went to crazy festivals, from his citizens's drunk wedding after parties to going to America for the California Coachella Fest. Out of the two of them, the Spaniard should understand the most of their daughter when it came to this topic.

Yet, why was he the first to restrict Isabella from her first prom night. Heck, because she had many of the Vargas genes (personality wise), their young "Izzy Dizzy" got a senior date, who was pretty upset with the sudden cancellation, causing him to go to prom alone.

Before Romano could keep going on with his internal discussion about the situation, he heard a quiet sigh. "You and Papa don't get it. That dance was supposed to be life changing."

'Why the hell did she have to get ALL of the Vargas traits again?' Romano rolled his eyes at Isabella's exaggerated reason. "My fucking..." He had to take a moment for a second. After taking a small breath in and out to calm down his nerves, as two of his other rascals raced each other down the hallway, almost bumping into their Italian father, he had finally collected himself for this argument. "You're only 17."

"I understand that." Isabella seemed to have collected herself as well, as if she was ready and determined to change his mind, which happened very often and at the moment, Romano was praying for this to be the rare times he wasn't fazed. "But, don't you remember being young and going to a party with Papa and HAVING FUN. If so, then you should understand that I should be able to have those same moments myself!"

Now that took him a bit by surprised. Romano thought for a moment to think of an event where he was with their Spanish father and they had a life changing moment full of fun and young romance.

'Oh god no.' Yes, there had been a time where he and Spain had been invited to England's party a long time ago. And at first, it was all just chit chatter and board games, until that French bastard had showed up and had started playing shitty club music, stating that the day had to be "spiced up".

As much as the Englishman had said "NO GRINDING OR FREAKING IN MY HOUSE!", many countries ignored his small rule and had started going crazy on the dance floor, even one couple taking each other upstairs to England's bedroom for some release and sweaty alone time after their heated dance.

Till this day, no one remembered who were the two who had some extra fun in that bedroom, which had to be deep cleaned and sprayed with holy water by one of England's priests.

Romano and Spain were THAT couple.

And making matters worse, in human years, Spain was 25 and Romano had just turned 20. About two to three years off of Isabella's age...

"D-Dad, can I go to prom? I can still go, it only started an hour ago, but the entrance is going to be closing in thirty minutes though so we should hurry. Pretty please daddy." She had hope in her eyes, believing the blush from her father was a good sign to benefit her way into going to the dance.

'That's why Spain said no. Cause if that was the craziest party I had attended, his is probably ten times worse'

"I agree with your father, you're not going to prom. At least not this year." Romano from there walked away, dodging a thrown pillow from Isabella as she screamed in anger.

'You'll thank us later when you're not pregnant with a douchebag's baby'

Funny enough, a month later, the whole school had found out that two seniors were going to be upcoming parents, after banging each other during prom night. The new daddy was Isabella's senior date.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Again, I'm nervous for the responses/reviews towards 'Cherry Tomato Sweet', but I completely feel proud of it, and depending on your comments, I might make it a small series full of my small AU. If I do create a 'Scenario Two' though, most certainly it'll have Spain and explain at least one of the "rascals" that almost bumped into Daddy Roma. I don't know yet honestly, but that's what's in my head at the moment.

Have any questions? Please ask, I'll be sure to answer back. Any ideas? I will love to hear them. Anything really would make my day. :)

Wish you all a wonderful night!