"Roma!"
"Shut up, you bastard!" Plates tinkled and crashed as Romano raced through the kitchen, throwing everything he could see and touch into chaos. Spain dashed into the kitchen, desperately scooping up plates and trying to keep his lover from destroying his entire kitchen. It was too much, however, and he could only watch in frustration as Romano 'remodeled' his once lovely kitchen. "What the hell is wrong with you anyway?"
"Roma, come on! I was only joking!" Spain shouted as he attempted to walk around the broken plates to get to Romano. The other man wouldn't have it, however, and danced backwards around the rubble to keep out of Spain's reach. "You know I didn't mean it!"
"That's what you always say!" Romano shouted, throwing a plate like a Frisbee at Spain's head. He ducked it expertly, taking a cautious step forward as he reached out a hand. "And then you make me do those things anyway!"
"Yeah, but this is…it's different!" he said angrily, flailing his hands as he tried to explain. He'd been seducing his lover in an attempt to get him to come to bed, and had almost been successful…until a misplaced comment about one of his fetishes had thrown Romano into a rage and made him storm out of the bedroom. Now, it seemed, Romano would be too angry at him to come to bed, or even stay in his house for long enough for Spain to explain himself. "I was just messing around! I wouldn't actually make you-"
"But you would, and you have!" Romano shouted, stepping back again as he armed himself with another plate.
"But not that! Roma, come on, be reasonable!" He stepped forward and Romano stepped back, their fight almost becoming like a strange and intricate dance. Spain dared a glance behind Romano – the kitchen's back wall wasn't far from him. If he could just make Romano take a few steps back…taking a chance, he reached out and grabbed for his friend's arm. Romano shook his head vigorously and leapt back, hitting the wall with a dull thump. He gasped quietly, and Spain stepped forward, standing over him as he crumpled to the floor with a blush on his face and tears in his eyes. "Roma…"
"Don't you 'Roma' me!" he shouted, throwing his hands up to cover his face. Spain crouched down as he continued to speak. "I'm not some kind of doll, Spain! You can't just…just…dress me up in a maid outfit and think I'll be okay with it!" He removed his hands from his face and Spain saw that he had, indeed, started crying. Spain reached up a hand to wipe a tear from his cheek, but Romano shook his head. "N-no! I don't want you to touch me you ba…" he sniffled, and Spain couldn't keep himself from pulling the other boy into a hug. To his surprise however, Romano started to hug him back softly. "I…I love you, Spain…I just want you to love me, too…but for who I am, and not for someone that you make me…"
Spain chuckled softly, now taking care to wipe away a stray tear that had rolled down Romano's cheek. "Roma," he said softly, looking him in the eyes. "I do love you. I love you exactly the way you are; not with a costume on, and certainly not when you're pretending to be someone else." He managed a smile, and was gifted in return with one from Romano, who sniffled again.
"…d-do you still want me to dress up for you?" he said quietly, looking down as a blush spread across his cheeks. Spain grinned, kissing him on the forehead.
"I think it can wait."
Romano couldn't help but smile as Spain kissed him again.
