Chapter 1

Damn, it's raining, Romano thought as he listened to the soft pattering of the raindrops on the window. The rain always made him feel lonely, especially when it was dark. Like it was now...

He sleepily sat up and looked around his room; it's so dark and empty, he thought. If only he were in here with me… wait?! W-Why do I want him to be in here?! That damn, tomato bastard! I-I don't need him!... but maybe… wanted him?… he could feel his cheeks getting warm.

He had always had certain feelings towards Spain, but lately they had been stronger than normal. He wanted to be with him more, and had started to enjoy when Spain would tackle-hug him. He had no idea why though. It was so sudden.

The first time he had this feeling was about a month ago when Spain came in to tuck him in for bed. Even though he was a grown adult now he still did it. Probably because he had been doing it sense Romano was little.

Every night Spain would come into his bedroom and tuck him in, say goodnight, then kiss him on the forehead before he left. Romano would always push him away and say something mean in response like "you damn tomato bastard".

But on this specific night, when Spain kissed his forehead and started to leave, Romano had to hold himself back from grabbing Spain's hand thinking, no don't leave!

He was so confused and embarrassed that he couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. And the next day he stayed away from Spain. Although, he didn't like being away from him, so he ended up just watched him for the whole day. He kept having those thoughts about him, making him even more confused and embarrassed.

Now as he is sitting straight up in bed, he can't stop thinking about that damn tomato bastard. About how nice he is to him even though he is so mean, how he is so fun loving and happy, and…. That damn adorable ass smile! The smile that makes him want to hug him.

'Great now I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight! Again! That damn tomato bastard! Why do you have to make me like this!' He realized his dark room again and sighed.

"Man it's lonely in here" he said out loud. Hearing his own voice spread through his empty room and the sound of rain on his window, he started thinking about what he used to do when he was a kid.

When he was lonely or had a bad dream, he would always go into Spain's room and sleep with him. Spain would hug him for the rest of the night singing him Italian lullabies till he fell asleep. He had always felt so safe in his arms… and happy… Obviously he never told Spain! But still…

Maybe he could do that now….. just walk into his room and lay in his bed. If he woke up he could tell him he had a bad dream. Because he would never admit that he was lonely!

So began his struggle weather to go in his room or not…

Should I go in? I would probably sleep better, and I wouldn't be lonely… Well… I guess I could try it.

He slowly got out of bed and walked to his door; it opened soundlessly. He walked out into the hall; stepping carefully past the spots that, he learned over the years would creek. Then he paused to look at the old pictures that covered the wall; the many many years of memories. He then tiptoed the rest of the way to Spain's door.

Once there, it must have been about 5 minutes of him just standing there in front of the door with his hand on the handle; getting nervous. Why was he so nervous all of a sudden? It was so bad that his hands were shaking.

'Calm down, calm down' he told himself taking a deep breath. Eventually he gathered all his courage and opened the door.

Peeking into the room he could see it was dark too but not as dark as his own room. He looked around inside until he saw the lump on the bed in the middle of the room. Seeing Spain made him nervous again. He had to calm himself down again before slowly stepped in while keeping his eyes glued to the lump on the bed. He closed the door softly and continued tiptoeing to the bed.

When he got to the side of the bed he stood there and stared at Spain's sleeping face. That face! That perfectly tan and beautiful face! All Romano wanted to do was jump in the bed and hug him so tight but he could never ruin his dignity. So instead he very slowly lowered himself onto the bed.

Barely making a creek, he slowly laid in the bed in the opposite direction of Spain. He pulled the blankets up over him and he could feel Spain's heat under the covers. It automatically made him feel safe and no longer lonely.

He laid there for a little while listening to Spain's soft breathing. It was so calm. The sound and warmth made him tired again, his eyes getting heavier. He gave in to the tired and closed his eyes.

As soon as he closed them they snapped open when he heard in a sleepy voice, "Hey Lovi, you have a bad dream?" All he did was slightly nod his head. Then he felt Spain's hand reach out and softly grab his shoulder. He turned him over so he was looking directly into Spain's eyes; those beautiful green eyes like endless green fields.

He was then pulled into a big hug, with one of Spain's hands touching his head. He burrowed his head into Spain's chest breathing in his sent. It made him instantly calm and happy.

He was pulled out of his happy trance by Spain asking, "Are you ok Lovi? It feels like you've been avoiding me lately…"

'Damn he noticed!' He decided to take his normal rude route for this one, "I'm fine bastard and I'm not I've just been busy lately."

Spain responded in a surprisingly sad voice, "Oh I see…."

This shocked Romano. Spain was never sad about this kind of stuff. His sad voice always made Romano feel sad too, and he always wanted to make him happy again. So he just half mumbled, "What's your damn problem."

"I've been lonely… I missed you" This was far from the normal-I was lonely-thing from Spain. Normally he'd say it happily and now he said it so soft and sad. Did he really mean it this time?

"What are you talking about?" He said in a half assed rude way. He gasped when Spain hugged him tighter.

"Lovi, I was really scared you weren't going to talk to me anymore!" Is he serious?!

"Why would I not talk to you anymore…." He said then added much quieter and in a mumble, "I wouldn't be able to…" It was true, he could never stop talking or being with Spain.

"I don't know! That's why I was so scared! I never want you to leave me!" Spain said in such a depressed voice. This still shocked Romano.

It took all Romano's courage to lift his head off of Spain's chest to look him in the eye. What he saw was a teary eyed Spaniard with a sad face. It was like he had never been happy and optimistic, like he had always been a sad person.

To cope with his shock, Romano reacted in his usual rude way, "What's that look for bastard?" Then he decided to end this awkward moment by saying "I'm not gunna damn leave or stop damn talking to you so just go to sleep!" He quickly looked down and burrowed his head in Spain's chest again.

This made Spain happy again. He hugged Romano tight again and quietly said "ok" With a soft smile.

Soon Spain started to sing the old Italian lullabies. Romano had always loved Spain's voice, it was so smooth and calming. Soon his eyes got heavy again and not long after that, Romano was fast asleep feeling safe and warm in Spain's strong hug.