Hello, you lovely people!

Here is a very short Spamano one-shot. I hope you like it c:

Disclaimer: I do not (*shakes fist angrily towards the sky*) Hetalia. Sigh.

He wouldn't cry. He couldn't. Not in front of anyone, not in front of that Spanish Bastard.

His eyes burned. 'Don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry. You are Romano Lovino Vargas. You. Do. Not. Fucking. Cry.'

It was hard to keep his composure. Sure, he often felt the need to cry but this was just humiliating. No way he was crying over this.

The Italian man crossed his arms and looked away, he couldn't take this anymore.

In moments like this Romano wished that he wasn't known as the always angry (and very manly) guy who wouldn't shed a tear over anything. He wished he could just break down, sob and cry. Like his brother could, how he wished he could show his feelings. But no, it wasn't him. He wasn't weak. He wasn't.

'That bastard. It's all his fault.'

Stealing a glance at the Spaniard's direction he realized that the man didn't even noticed his distress. He just sat there on the couch, his eyes stubbornly looking in every direction but him. He didn't even seem to notice that Romano had completely turned away from him so he wouldn't have to face him.

'Bastard.'

So here they were, sitting on the couch. Both refusing to look at each other.

Romano turned his eyes to the front of the room again. Fuck. Why is he doing this to me? Why is this happening to me?

With a shock Romano realized that it was harder to breathe, his breath came out all shaky and shallow. The tears in his eyes burned now more than ever and with a gasp he realized that he let out a sob. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

He desperately hoped that Antonio didn't hear him, he wouldn't cry in front of him. He couldn't! He was Romano!

Another sob.

And another.

Now the tears rolled down his red cheeks.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Annoyed by his tears he angrily rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, trying to get up and leave but before he could get off the couch he was suddenly pulled into a rib crushing hug.

'So he did fucking notice. Bastard. I hope you feel bad about it, it's all your fault.'

What he didn't expect were the sobs. Not his own but they were coming from his boyfriend. He also noticed that his shoulders were shaking. The Spaniard was crying, too? W-What!?

Feeling guilty (even though it was not his fault, dammit!) he hugged his boyfriend back, and if he felt comfortable in their embrace, nobody would ever know. And if they did, Romano still had contacts to the mafia so you better shut the fuck up.

"I fucking told you not to pick that movie, dumbass. But you never listen...", he mumbled. Not finding the energy to be his angry self.

But he still had enough energy to throw an evil glare at the DVD case that lay on the coffee table. Up.

'How is this a fucking kid's movie? The starting scene was fucking heartbreaking!'

I seriously hope I wasn't the only one who cried at the scene with Ellie and Carl. And cried even after seing it for like the 100th time.

Up. Why do you do this to me.

Oh well, time to get back to prepaing myself for my finals. (Haha, good one, right?)