He blinked his eyes open to a sea of brown hair. She smelled like cinnamon and sugar, hot and zesty spices and flavors that he itched to taste when he kissed her.
Ah, this was Spain. His lovely Espanga.
She was still asleep next to him, and Romano propped his head up on one shoulder and stroked her hair back. He continued to pet at her hair, while she slept, and let a smile creep onto his face. She was so beautiful, what with her beautifully soft hair, her grass-green eyes that sparkled and shimmered when she grinned like an idiot, her wonderfully smooth (well, in some places, due to scars), carmel skin. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her unconscious body closer to his, and slipping his arm around her. It lay right under her breasts, in a comfortable position. Since he wasn't a perv, however, he didn't really think of that, he just knew he was holding her.
She sighed in her sleep, and snuggled closer to this new source of heat, even though they were in Spain and it was really warm outside, they weren't being roasted, or overheating. No, it was that comfort heat, where it matches your body temperature perfectly and you don't ever want to leave. He gathered her hair into a bundle and placed his face in the crook of her, now exposed, neck, pressing his lips to the tan skin lightly, right on the pulse. She shivered in her sleep, but didn't wake up. Yep, that was his Espanga, one hell of a lazy, sleepy bastard.
Though, he couldn't quite call her that now, what with her being his lover. He lifted his lips from her skin, only to have her frown in her sleep at the missing heat and shifted, turning around and scooting forward, her arm draped over Romano's bare back. She pressed her body closely to him, her curves and his fitting together perfectly like a puzzle. Her nose was touching his chest, and the small beads of drool at the corners of her lips slightly smeared on his skin. He didn't quite feel it, her drool being the same as her body heat, and she smiled, and sighed, before opening her eyes.
Those gorgeous, emerald, grass green eyes peering into his hazel ones. A small smile graced her lips as she looked at him. She wasn't the overly excited, goofy, Spaniard she was usually. No, she was quiet in the morning, and Romano was a bit happier. This was a time that he would actually smile, and she would be calm. And they would cherish the moment for as long as it would last before their best went away. But for now, Spain cuddled up against Romano, and gently kissed his cheek.
"Buenos días, mi hermoso tomate." She mumbled into his neck.
"Buongiorno, churro amante." He closed his eyes, enjoying the scent that was Espanga. No more words were needed, and he felt slight pressure to his lips as those lovely Spanish ones kissed him. He wrapped his arm around her figure, and brushed the thin material down a bit, causing it to slip off of her shoulders an inch. He moved his mouth around her's, softly, gently, until they let go.
It was those quiet moments in the morning that they loved the most, where nobody else in the world could bother them.