Chapter 2
Wait, What?
Romano slammed the door to his room shut, mumbling angrily to himself. He began to undress, still fuming over the events of the day. Who was anyone to say that he had over-reacted? He had been perfectly in line! Besides, England needed a good fist to the face to knock that smug expression off his face anyways. Who the fuck does that bastard think he is?
Throwing his shirt to the floor and sliding out of his pants, Romano collapsed onto his bed and let out a sigh. It had taken him a solid hour to get rid of his brother. Veneciano had clung to him and insisted on making sure he was okay before even considering leaving the house. No matter how many times Romano had insisted that he was alright, Veneciano had not stopped worrying. Finally fed up from the constant nagging attention, Romano had slyly suggested that Germany had looked disappointed when Veneciano had left with him instead of with the blond. He hated to do it. He hated the way his brother's eyes widened and how he hastily got up to leave, but Romano begrudgingly decided that the silence was worth it. Even if he's with the stupid potato bastard now.
It's not that Romano hated his brother. Actually, that was quite far from the truth to be entirely honest. But years of being considered useless in comparison to the bright ball of sunshine he was related to had gotten to him. While they were still quite young, Romano had desperately tried to distance himself from his brother in the hopes of stopping the scathing comparisons. Though his plan hadn't worked, the habit had stuck and, even though they were now united, Romano couldn't feel entirely comfortable with his all-forgiving brother so close...
Romano didn't want anything bad to happen to his brother. He would protect him if it came down to it but... Veneciano still reminded him of everything he wasn't.
"OUCH!" Romano yelped, sitting up quickly in his bed as a sharp pain slammed across his chest, "What the fuck?"
Romano placed a hand on his bare chest and was surprised to find that it had grown hot to the touch. The pain hadn't stopped either. A searing flame went through him again and Romano doubled over, gasping for breath.
"What... the hell... is going on?" he panted, sweat dripping down his face.
As the pain continued to tear at him, Romano rolled on his bed grabbing at whatever he could, trying to wear the pain out. He groaned in displeasure. What the hell was this? Why was this happening? Who could possibly have- Suddenly, the smirking face of England shot through Romano's mind. Romano swore in annoyance.
"That... fucking asshole!" Romano managed to yell just before his vision blackened and he saw no more.
"Romano~! Romano, mi tomate lindo~!"
Romano's head swam as he woke to the sound of his name being hollered. Immediately, he knew who it was. There was no doubt that it was the tomato bastard. Romano shook his head, holding a hand to his forehead to brace himself from further pain. He closed his eyes, his vision too blurred to be of use in the first place.
"Where are you mi amor~?"
Romano's eye twitched as he heard the pounding of feet come closer, almost shaking with annoyance as boots plodded up the stairs and stopped in front of his bedroom door. At least the unforgiving pain in his chest had stopped. Now the headache he had was another story all together. If that idiot would just stop yelling-
"ROMANO!" Spain flung open the bedroom door, grinning in that maniacally happy way that he always did.
Romano felt his face flush with colour. He was acutely aware of the fact that he was utterly naked. He'd fainted before he'd even had the chance to cover himself with his bedsheets so Spain could see everything. Everything. It was enough to make Romano faint all over again, though this time it would be from embarrassment not pain. But Romano chose to get up and yell at Spain instead.
"FUCKING KNOCK FIRST YOU IDIOT!"
Romano knew what was going to happen next. Spain would continue to grin (like an idiot) and then run into the room (like an idiot) and then grab him into an unrelenting hug (like... well), not caring even for a moment that he was naked. He stiffened and clamped his eyes shut, bracing himself for the impact, and waited...
and waited...
and...
Romano hesitantly opened his eyes, vision less blurry than it had been a few moments ago. Spain was still standing by the doorway, though the expression on his face was unlike one that Romano had ever seen before. Romano couldn't tell what exactly it was. Was his expression... shocked? Disappointed? Surprised? Heartbroken? Romano didn't know what to call it. It shifted faster than he could track and it only served to annoy him further.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Romano shouted, noticing that his voice sounded a little... off, but paying it no great immediate importance.
Spain started, "Oh, ah, I'm... I'm so sorry..."
Romano raised an eyebrow. Well this was certainly new. Spain was apologizing for being an inconsiderate prick, while stuttering to boot! It almost made him smile! ...almost.
"I didn't know that uh... That you were..." Spain gestured toward Romano, face flushing red as he averted his gaze, "That you were... umm, here."
Romano stayed silent. He didn't know what to say. Spain had never before been so flustered in his presence, especially not because of Romano's nakedness. They'd been around each other often enough in the last few centuries that this had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. Romano had always been the one that felt uncomfortable but Spain would assure him that it was okay since Spain had always taken care of him. It never seemed to faze him in the slightest. Romano had no idea what had caused the sudden change but it was making the air in the room awkward and tense.
Spain stood stiffly by the doorway and the silence stretched on for a while. Romano still stood near his bed, entirely uncovered. Blushing further at the strange new situation, Romano cleared his throat to end the indefinite quiet.
Spain started, "Oh, uh... I guess... I guess I'll leave then. Give, uhh... Give Romano my regards."
Romano nodded tiredly at him as Spain quickly left, shutting the door behind him. After watching the shut door for a few still moments, he sighed. Running a hand through his hair, (which felt... strange...) Romano walked over to his bathroom. He wondered what was going on with Spain. He didn't usually act like that. Turning on the tap and running ice cold water, Romano splashed some on his face and- WHOA, WHOA, WAIT A MINUTE!
Romano froze in confusion. Had Spain just...? Had Spain just told him to give regards to Romano? But... but he was Romano! What had just happened? How could Spain have mistaken him for someone else?
Again, England's face pierced through Romano's mind, leaving his hands shaking and his expression grim. Lifting trembling hands, Romano shut the tap and wiped away water from his eyes. He calmed himself in preparation, breathing slowly in and out. Then, cautiously, he lifted his gaze toward the mirror above his sink and-
-let out an ear-piercing shriek.
"NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!THISCANNOTBEHAPPENING!"
Romano stared in utter horror at the face in his mirror for there was no doubt that it was definitely his reflection. Just... altered somewhat. Dark tresses framed his face and caramel eyes blazed but... his tresses now came up to his shoulders, his bobbing curl had vanished from sight, and thick lashes caressed curiously feminine eyes. Hands shaking more furiously than ever, Romano hesitantly reached for his chest and promptly touched something very soft. Two somethings to be more precise.
"Merda!" Romano hissed, "I am going to fucking kill England!"
Romano winced. His voice. Oh god, his voice! His marvelous voice had been butchered! It'd been utterly destroyed! How had he not noticed it earlier? Romano blamed it on his headache and Spain's untimely interruption...
... speaking of Spain...
"Crap, Spain thinks that I..." Romano blushed. Spain had just found a girl, naked, in Romano's room on his bed. Never mind that the supposed girl was Romano. Spain didn't know that! And, let's face it, there wasn't much room for imagination in a situation like the one they had found each other in. Romano's heart beat furiously in his chest. He couldn't let Spain walk away thinking that there was something going on between him and some random girl! Why exactly he felt that way, Romano wasn't sure, but his heart wouldn't slow and he knew what he had to do.
Romano raced out of his washroom and out of his house, quickly spotting Spain slowly dragging his feet not too far away. Speeding up, he called out, "OI, SPANGNA!"
Spain turned around immediately, eyes widening in shock as Romano came to a rest in front of him. Catching his breath quickly, Romano glared at him before speaking. I'll explain it to him. As strange as it sounds, that bastard has got to believe me!
"Listen, it's not what you think."
"Umm, should you really be out here like this?" Spain was quickly getting very red in the face.
"I'm actually not- huh? What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"You're uhh... kinda, still naked...?"
The world stood still.
Romano had never been more embarrassed in his entire life. He had just run out of his house, stark naked. He wasn't his brother for crying out loud! He had some shreds of decency! And this was definitely not a comfortable situation for him at all. Anyone could walk out and see him standing there. Not to mention the fact that Spain was right in front of him. What the hell do I say? How do I explain this? Sputtering like an idiot as Spain watched him curiously, Romano sputtered the first thing that came to mind, "ROMANO HID MY CLOTHES!"
NO. FUCKING. WAY. Romano inwardly groaned. Did I just...? Great. Just fucking great.
Spain looked surprised, "Really? That sounds... unusual. Then again, I've never seen him be so... intimate with anyone before so maybe this is normal behaviour?"
Romano stared back cluelessly at Spain's expectant face. After a torturous moment of self-pity he guessed that that had probably been his cue to nod so he did.
"Never the less. That's really rude of him," Spain blushed harder as he took hold of Romano's (slim and slender) shoulders and started steering him (or am I a "her" now?) back toward the house, "For now, you should just put on something of his. Uhh, if he doesn't come back soon... I guess I could ask Belgium if I could borrow some of her clothes for you... uhh, would that be alright with you?"
They were now standing outside Romano's house and Romano quickly bolted inside, hiding behind the door as he nodded quickly at Spain, "Yeah... that'd be great."
Spain smiled kindly, "I promise I'll talk to Romano about his behaviour. This really isn't the proper way to treat a lady."
Romano felt heat blazing in his face, "T-thank you."
"Ahaha, you look just like a toma- errr, ahem." Spain cleared his throat and averted his gaze, "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. Umm, I'll be leaving now. Hopefully, we'll meet again. Only... under better conditions."
Spain flashed him a genuine smile and Romano found that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't say a single word. It was too difficult. Spain's smile, his embarrassment, the utter confusion that came from suddenly having your body's gender swapped; everything made it too hard for him to even attempt to form coherent words. He settled for another weak nod.
"Goodbye Miss... oh, sorry, I never caught your name?"
Oh great. A name! He wants a fucking name! Quick! A girl's name? Err, Love? AH! No, you idiot! That's an emotion not a name! Loverita? Loverily? LOVELY? Wait, why the fuck am I trying to come up with weird, made-up names with LOVE in them?
"Are... are you alright?" Spain watched "her" with a face sculpted with pure concern. The poor girl looked confused and flustered. Surely she wasn't having difficulty with her name! ...was she?
"Lovina!" Romano suddenly shouted, "Lovina's my name, bastard! You better remember it!"
And with that, Romano slammed the door in the face of one very confused Spaniard.
"Lovina..." Spain repeated sadly to himself as he started to walk away, "Trust me, I'm going to have a very hard time forgetting you."
Sinking to the floor, Romano hung his head in his hands and groaned in pain. How was he going to deal with this? This was definitely not how he had envisioned the rest of his day going. Romano slowly stood up, his long hair brushing softly at his shoulders. Sighing, he made his way toward his room and, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, he cursed a certain blond-haired, green-eyed nation vehemently.
"I am going to fucking kill England."
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Plot? Meet reader! Reader? Meet plot! :D
Hahaha, I think I'm gonna have fun with this! :3 SpainxRomano is definitely my OTP (or at least ONE of them! xD) so this should be enjoyable! OH! Just wanted to clear up that anything written in brackets (parentheses?) are Romano's thoughts as are things in italics! ^^
Next chapter we'll get to see England again! Only, this time he'll be faced with a very angry (fem!)Romano! XD At least he won't be like that all the time! OH! But I'll let England explain that! ;D
Review please! I'd love to hear your thoughts and maybe even some suggestions! :DD
Thanks for reading! 3
Translations
mi tomate lindo – my cute tomato
mi amor – my love
merda – shit
Spagna – Spain
