Author's Note: I asked a friend of mine to give me "a couple" of prompts to get the hang of writing Spain/Romano. He gave me two hundred. Ever obliging, I wrote him two hundred one-sentence stories based on those prompts. Some of those one-sentence stories were just begging to be expanded into ficlets, however, and that's what you'll find here.

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1. Boxers

Romano hadn't meant to spend the night. He'd just meant to run over and pick up a few papers. If he'd timed his visit to the exact time that Spain always made dinner and then demanded that he be served too, well that was Spain's fault. He knew how Romano felt about tomatoes.

Dinner had led to an argument (well, Romano had argued while Spain had just smiled and laughed at him), and the argument led to watching a movie on Spain's couch and by the time the movie was over, it was really too late to go home, or so Spain had claimed with a predatory grin as he'd led Romano upstairs to the bedroom.

Now it was morning. Romano got up first because it was next to impossible to get up after Spain, with how late he always slept. The sun was bright and warm and peeking through the blinds, though, and it was definitely time to wake up. Romano looked around. He wasn't entirely sure where his clothes were. He remembered something about his shirt getting lost out the window, but his pants had to be... There they were. Hooked over the ceiling fan.

Romano stood below the fan and reached up on his tip-toes. His fingertips brushed the bottom hem of the pants, but he couldn't quite reach. He looked around, but there was nothing to climb on.

He turned on the fan.

He quickly turned the fan off as the pants would their way around the base of the fan, looking hopelessly stuck.

Those pants were out of the question, then. Romano ruffled through Spain's drawers, searching for some boxers. After going through two drawers of shirts and one drawer of questionable things he hoped to never lay eyes on again, he found Spain's underwear drawer and stole the pair on top. Ha. It would serve Spain right, Romano though viciously as he slipped the boxers on. Spain would know not to mess with him from now on, else he get his boxers stolen.

Feeling smugly victorious, Romano crossed to the bathroom, throwing a stray hanger at Spain just out of spite.

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Spain woke up when a hanger bounced off of his forehead. He stared at it uncomprehendingly before rolling over, arm moving out to pulling Romano snug against his chest. His hand hit air, then cold mattress. Spain blinked his eyes open blearily. Where was... He stumbled to his feet, following the sounds of tapwater coming from the bathroom.

He was met with the sight of Romano, hair mussed and shirtless, brushing his teeth. It wasn't an inherently sexy sight, but Spain was prepared to comment on how cute Romano looked when he saw the boxers. He recognized those boxers, with their strategically placed Spanish flag. Spain's eyes remained glued to that Spanish flag as a blush spread over his cheeks, brighter red than even Romano usually managed.

He closed his mouth and made a hasty retreat towards the bed. It was too early for this.