I finally got over my writer's block, and the ideas have been flooding in so fast I can barely handle them all. I've started writing two more multi-chapter fics and I've got ideas for even more, along with some one-shots. I wrote this one in the last 2-3 hours alone, with lots of interruptions from my brother. I'll start work on UNF right after I get this up.

This is mostly a boss!Spain and chibi!Romano fic, with cameos by the rest of the BFT. I changed out Romano's swearing to keep the rating down.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the song used in this.

I might add on more one-shots with other countries if I feel like it.

Romano grumbled to himself angrily and stared at his ceiling in the dark. He had gone to bed forever ago (a whole ten minutes), but even though he was really tired he couldn't go to sleep. Loud laughter echoed down the hall to his door, which was open just an inch, and he turned his head to stare at the light.

Spain had promised to come tuck him in a few minutes after he'd gone to his room, but he still wasn't there. As a result, Romano was laying on top of his blankets, shivering, as he waited for the older nation to come to him. Another burst of laughter, and Spain calling something out in Spanish.

Romano rolled over and carefully slid down off the edge of the bed. He walked over to his door and pulled it open, then he stepped out into the hall. From here, he could see three shadows dancing against the walls, flickering from the firelight. He made his way towards the source, his footsteps drowned out by more laughter.

He paused when he reached the doorway of the room and stared in. Spain, France, and Prussia were sitting around the small table in the middle of the room, an array of empty and half-full bottles of beer and wine scattered around them. France slurred something, causing Prussia and Spain to burst out laughing again.

"Spain…" Romano said quietly. The brunet's head whipped around at the sound of his name, and the sudden motion caused him to fall over.

"Ah, Romano~! I thought you went to bed, chico," Spain said. Romano crossed his arms and glared at him. He switched the glare to France and Prussia, who were both staring at him, and then back to Spain. He huffed angrily as he waited for Spain to figure it out. Spain simply continued to stare at him, giggling occasionally.

"Spain, jerk…"

"What is it, Romano? Do you need something?" Spain asked. Romano glanced at France and Prussia and then back to Spain. The brown haired nation finally seemed to get the hint and pushed himself onto his feet. He stumbled his way over to Romano, and the small boy pulled him farther into the hallway by the fabric at his knee. Spain crouched down to be closer to his minion's level.

"Are you in the habit of breaking promises, jerk?" Romano asked.

"Breaking promises? No," Spain said. Romano glared at him. "What, did I forget to do something?" Romano remained silent, glaring at him. They stared at each other in silence for a few minutes, then Spain's expression softened.

"Ah, I forgot to tuck you in, didn't I," he said softly. Romano nodded and rubbed his eyes, yawning. "Lo siento, Romanito, I didn't mean to forget."

"And your jerk friends were laughing too loud," Romano said.

"Sorry Romano, I'll tell them to keep it down."

"Good." Romano held out his arms to be picked up and Spain carefully lifted him, cradling him in his arms. Romano cuddled into his chest. Spain smiled and stepped back towards the living room.

"Mi amigos, Romano is going to bed now, so we need to be quiet," he said. France and Prussia looked up at him. France smiled at the sight of Romano curled into him.

"Alright, mon ami, we'll keep it down," he said. Spain smiled and carried Romano back down the hall to his bedroom. Spain pulled back the sheets and laid the boy down before tucking the sheets back around him. Spain smiled as Romano yawned again.

"Sleep well Romano." He turned and walked away.

"Spain, wait!" Romano called sleepily. Spain turned back, one hand on the door to close it.

"Hmm? What is it, Romano?" The boy fidgeted and didn't answer him, but patted the side of the bed. Spain smiled and walked over. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the small Italian. "What do you want, Romano?" he asked quietly. The boy wriggled out of his blankets and sat down in Spain's lap.

"…Sing to me?" he asked, so quietly Spain barely heard him. The man chuckled.

"Of course, mi Romano." He took a moment to think of a song, and then he started singing.

"A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea

A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea

"Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora
Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella."

"Mm, Spain," Romano muttered. Spain smiled as he realized the boy was almost asleep and he continued singing.

"A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea

"Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora
Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella."

"Buonanotte, Spagna," Romano said as he fell asleep. Spain smiled and tucked him back into bed. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the boy's forehead.

"Buenas noches, mi Romanito. Dormir bien, mi ángel," Spain said quietly. He stood and went to the door, casting one more smile towards the boy before he closed the door and cast the room into darkness. A rare smile crossed Romano's face.

"Dormire bene, il mio Spagna."