First Hetalia Fic! I haven't been writing lately (sorry!) But I have two weeks of school left.
So for those who have read my other fics I'm sorry.
Anyway, Spamano is pure love and it's been wracking my brain lately! I have another little ficlet coming and a multi-chapter coming up.
So, enjoy!
Disclaimer:I don't own Hetalia. This is sad. For if I did there would be more Spamano.
Romano was lying in bed with his lover Spain. He thought Antonio was out cold. A breathe in, and a breathe out. That's what was registering. Lovino was just taking his insomnia out for a mental ride and was just thinking, lying, and just being. Listening to the wind outside his thoughts got more complex and more erratic. That's when Spain scared the holy hell out of him.
"Lovi~ Would you stop shuffling around?" A half-lidded Antonio rose his head to look at his boyfriend. When he could barely make out the blush on Romano's face, he gave a lopsided grin and chuckled to himself. "Mi tomate~"
The Italian huffed and turned away from the Spaniard. "I am not your tomate, you asshatery bastard!" Spain chuckled. From Romano, that was a term of endearment.
"So Lovi~ what were you thinking about?" Antonio readjusted himself upon the bed, so one arm was around Lovino and the other was behind his own head.
The Italian adjusted with him still feeling the insomnia course through his body. "I don't know…the world, I guess?" It was such a broad and unanswerable thought that Spain had to think about it for a minute before responding.
"Hmm, the world? In what way?"
"The future and what's going to happen, the past, and the current piece of shit we're in."
The Spaniard gave a chuckle. "Well that's still pretty broad of a subject Lovi."
Another pause. It wasn't so much awkward as it was peaceful bliss. All natural noise, no words needed to be spoken, or anything else.
"Tonio? Why me? I'm such a dick to you, not to mention everyone else, and I'm just not all that fun to hang around. So, what am I to you?"
Spain was shocked for a brief moment. His Lovino was asking him such a deep question. Well for him anyway. The Spaniard had to think on it for all of twenty-three seconds, just to make sure he had the right words. "You are unique. Not every day, routine, bland, and boring. You're you and you make life interesting and fun." Antonio looked down at his tomate and beamed. "Just to use a clichéd line. 'You're one in a million' Lovi~!"
Lovino looked up at his Spain and excused himself from the room for a brief second.
Antonio was confused. Why did he just leave?
A minute later Romano returned, with a calculator. "If there are one thousand millions in one billion and there are about seven billion people on Earth, that means there are about seven thousand other people just like me…that makes me feel a lot less special."
Spain sat there shocked staring at the one person he loved most and couldn't help but howl in laughter a few seconds later. "Only you Lovi would read that much into one sentence!" Lovino on the other hand went red in the face and muttered some curses here and there along with a 'but it's true!' in a few others.
When Antonio could actually breathe again he beamed at his little Italian. "You're one in ten billion. There. Now you are even more unique." Romano snorted and crawled back into bed with a ghost of a smile. At that moment he wouldn't let Spain have the satisfaction that he was utterly in love with a freaking weirdo that knew how to make him think more than he should.
Romano's insomnia had suddenly vanished and sleep was never looking so good. "Good night dumbass.
Spain laughed. "Goodnight over thinking tomate~"
XD I really thought about it the night I typed this and thought, 'Wow I feel so unspecial now.'
R&R It'll fuel the fire known as Romano.