okay, so~ *random drum roll* here is my first spamano! this is something i'm gonna continue if u people like it or not. but, i'll make it a lot longer if u do like it.
the only way i can tell that u like it is for u to review and/or fav. now enjoy this appetizer, while i pan out ur next serving of spamano. ^^
It's not fair. While he's all smiles and happiness; I'm all frowns and anger. Damn tomato bastard. Damn this world. And damn all those other people's fucking homophobia! I slam the toe of my foot into the nearby wall. "Chigi!" I jump around on the other foot, trying to stop the pain by cuddling the injury in my hands.
"Hey, Romano~!" a familiar voice rings, making me fall over. He's face twists into confusion as he stares at me lying on the floor. "Romano, what are you doing on the floor?" he asks, with just a tint of concern. But it makes me feel like its fake. Always so fucking fake…
I glare at him, humiliated that he had caught me at such a bad time. "Go away, tomato bastard." I spat at him. I don't want his help. It will only hurt me. But it's too late. He's sitting on the floor next to me in a heartbeat. Tilting his head, he exams my foot from a distance.
"Did my little tomate hurt his foot?" he asks.
"I am not you tomato, you bastard…" was my only reply. I look over into his bright, green eyes, filling with concern and… Something else?
God, why did you make Spain such an idiot?
In my time of contemplation, he had shifted himself in front of my foot. I didn't even notice until his soft hand had wrapped itself around my foot. My head whipped up, staring at my foot in his hand. "W-What the hell d-do you think you're doing, you b-bastard?" I try yanking my foot, but then pain shots through it as I tug the toe he held tight with his thumb and first finger. Damnit! I shouldn't have taken the fucking shoe off…
Suddenly, Spain's head was closing in on my foot. "H-Hey!" He's lips brush the tip of my toe, numbing it somewhat.
He looks up, giving me one of his goofy grins. "Do you feel better now?"
"Per-pervert! I never asked you to do that." I pull my foot back as I form a little ball along the wall. Certain my cheek are taking on a pinkish hue to say the least. Why does he have to do this? Every fucking chance he gets, this bastard goes and makes my heart throb. Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone?
I look up to see the still smiling Spaniard getting up. "I'll take that as a 'yes', then. How long do you plan to sit there?" He adds a sexy quirk of the eyebrows, just because he can. As if to say, 'Yeah, I'm sexy and you know it.'
"Until you leave, tomato bastard." I lower my eyes to my lap, and my forehead to my knees.
"You sure? I'm making pasta~. I'll even let you make the sauce." He's trying to tempt me, the bastard. But it's not going to work tonight. Not ever… So, I stay still. I feel something tousle my hair. "Dinner will be ready in little over a half an hour." I look up to see the door shutting behind him.
"I love you." I whisper into the empty room.