(Spain and Romano have invaded my muse's vital regions lately. I finished one drabble for them in response to a request on the kink meme, and am in the process of writing two more. So this is a short and sweet beginning to a group of unrelated drabbles. I hope you guys enjoy~
APH is still Himaruya's, not mine.)
"Spain! You bastard! You're dripping blood on the floor!" Romano yelled, giving the slow moving Spain a push. "Come on, get to the bathroom."
"Romano," Spain said quietly, placing his hand on the boy's head as he stopped moving. "Please, go get me some water. I can get to the bathroom by myself." The younger Nation gave him an incredulous look but moved away from Spain to go to the kitchen. Spain watched him go, his smile fading when the boy was out of sight. "England really did a number on me this time," He sighed as he took a step towards the bathroom. His mind barely registered a shouted "Spain!" as it faded to black.
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"Are you finally awake, bastard?" Romano asked, his tone giving away the worry that was missing in his words.
Spain returned to the world of the living, his eyes widening as he realized he was not only in his bed, he was bandaged. "Did—did you take care of my injuries?"
Romano huffed and seemed about to hit Spain, but stopped his hand inches from the injured Nation. "Of course I did, jerk. You were bleeding everywhere. And I'm the one who cleans, remember? I'm not cleaning up more blood than I have to," He snapped, turning away from his caretaker.
Spain smiled, moving his hand to ruffle the boy's hair, ignoring the angry pout. "You're so cute…and you look like a tomato when you're angry," He laughed weakly, determined to take advantage while he could.
Pulling away, Romano glared at the Nation on the bed. "What happened, anyway? The Ottoman Empire has been busy with Austria lately, so it couldn't have been him. Who'd you lose to?" Spain gave a weak grin and turned away, pretending to have fallen asleep. Romano growled in frustration and nudged the Nation's shoulder. "I know you're awake, bastard! Answer me!"
"No. Come lay with me, Romano~" And, not giving the boy a chance to respond, he used the last of his strength to pull him onto the bed, cuddling him just before he passed out again. Romano sighed, relaxing into the Spaniard's embrace. The older Nation would tell him what happened when the time was right. For now, it was Romano's turn to take care of him, and kicking him in his sleep wouldn't be the best idea.