Request by tumblr user: dreaminacloud
Promptrequested: "kfjergkrakemr so I read that you will make a fic of spamano and I think if you could make a fic about spain jealous because romano has a date keemfikfkr i know it's so simple but I really want to see the oyabun jealous"
I have a date is what sparked it all. The jealousy, the little green seed that planted itself in Spain's chest that soon bloomed into something more.
Just a pretty bella I met out today, she was nice. We're going out for drinks tonight. It didn't matter who it was, it didn't matter how they met, all that mattered was that Romano, his most precious, was going out on a date, and he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.
Spain sat at the kitchen table, stewing over a cup of hot chocolate, the churro accompanying it long gone. Who was he to say that Romano couldn't go out? He didn't dictate his life, didn't mandate every one of his actions, and Romano was an adult; he could make his own choices. It didn't mean that Spain liked the thought anymore, however.
His fingers thrummed impatiently on the mug as Romano came downstairs, clad in a dress shirt and slacks. He looked positively handsome, and Spain drank in the sight of him like sweet nectar. "Leaving so soon?" Spain asked
Romano looked up, an indifferent expression on his face. "Yeah, what's it to you? You don't just leave a woman waiting, that's rude as fuck!"
Oh yes, Romano was a perfect gentleman, and that drove Spain even wilder with jealousy. He could just imagine Romano seated on a leather barstool, his clothes curving perfectly to accentuate his form (naturally tilted towards the girl), eyes alight with the compliments his lips were also spouting. Yes, Romano was a perfect gentleman, and that drove Spain crazy.
"How about you just stay here tonight?" Spain recommended. "I'll make you churros…I know you love those." He was truly desperate by this point.
Romano tilted his head up to stare at Spain as if he had just recommended genocide. "She's probably on her way, I can't stand her up!" Romano shook his head, making his way to the door. "Adios bastardo, get some manners while I'm gone."
With that, Romano was out the door, and Spain was left with the blossoming jealousy scorching him.
Spain's fingers tightened around the mug until a faultline crack appeared in the side.
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