Quick note: this was just a little drabble thing I did months ago. Near the beginning of this year (2013), actually. There's a lot of speech so please bear with the constant paragraph breaks. I think there may be very minor OOC in here, I'm not quite sure. It's more or less accurate. It's up to you how accurate it is, really. Anyway I'll stop this interruption and allow you to get on with this little story. Enjoy, my friends.
It was a rather cold night, and Spain was shivering right down to the bone, shivering wildly as if the couch itself was vibrating.
"It is freezing, Romano~!" He shivered, biting his lip.
"Go to bed then, you idiot. You're the one who wanted to come here." Romano tried to remain calm, but Spain was getting on his nerves. He knew it was cold, and he felt quite sorry for Spain. But it was his choice to come to Romano's place, so he would deal with it.
"C-can I sleep in your bed tonight, Romano~?" Spain's lips were quivering with the cold as he attempted to speak. Romano blushed a shade of tomato red, much to his own embarrassment.
"What are you talking about?! There is a bed for you to sleep in so use it, asshole!" He growled, turning his head in the opposite direction to Spain, facing a painting his 'idiot brother' had given to him as a gift.
"Please, Romano? It's so cold tonight~" That Spain sure was persistent.
"The covers in your bed should be warm enough!" However, Romano was insistent.
"Insisting me to sleep in that awful bed isn't going to work Romano~!" Spain laughed, shifting closer to the other man. He looked him right in the eye, the emerald blending with hazel, his green eyes pleading. "Please Romano."
Why did Romano give in so easily?
Romano made sure to sleep on the far edge of the bed, so that he would be nowhere near Spain. However, the Italian could feel the sheets shift, and he dared look over his shoulder, to see emerald eyes awaiting him. He felt a warm arm snake under his own arm and wrap around his waist, and soon enough Spain was pulling him right up against his body.
"Spain you tomato bastard what the hell are you doing?!" Romano cried trying to pull himself away from Spain.
"It's still so cold Romano~"
Romano's face was a deep shade of red as he finally gave up and left Spain alone. There was no point in trying to escape his grip. It was true that Spain was stronger than Romano, and he would never be able to force himself free. He shifted himself just slightly so that he could get comfortable and rose his free hand to his abdomen.
Sure enough, Spain's warm hand was there to greet his, and he couldn't help but allow a small smile escape his lips. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he felt comfortable like this. He liked how he was pressed up against Spain, sharing his warmth.
He liked it.
He didn't even try to stop Spain as his hands crept up Romano's abdomen and unbuttoned one, two, three of the shirt's buttons, sliding his hands underneath the shirt to feel the warmth of Romano's rugged up body. Spain's hand on Romano's chest was so warm and…. Gentle.
He liked it.
And as Spain planted one, two, three, four kisses on his neck and shoulder, before stopping and falling into a deep sleep, he didn't stop him. He embraced the feeling while it lasted.
He liked it.