Wow thanks for all the support guys! I hope you all continue to enjoy it! :P

You guys should totally expect some shocking and unexpected plot twist coming up soon. Because I don't think I've ever written a story without one, it's strange XD

Italian - English translations are at the bottom of the page (they pretty much are just swear words).

Enjoy! :3

Plot Twist: I blow up the world.


Chapter Two:

The porch light was on when Spain returned home, and he felt comforted by the knowledge that he hadn't left it on. Hurrying up the path, his eyes trailed the windows for a figure. He may not have spotted the familiar shape of Romano standing inside, but he grinned as he noted the living room curtains drawn – the slightest bit of light poking out between them. As he pushed the door open, he only felt happier seeing a foreign pair of shoes lying in the hallway – having been apparently kicked off lazily.

Presuming Romano wouldn't be returning home this late, Spain made sure to lock up behind him before pulling off his own shoes and heading inside. Of course, he went straight to the living room.

The door was slightly ajar, the dull drone of the television the only sound from inside. Romano sat slumped in the sofa, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling deeply. Smiling, Spain moved across the room as quietly as he could, leaning on the back of the sofa and looking down at the sleeping Italian.

Wondering how long he'd been waiting up, Spain shook his head as Romano shifted awkwardly – his neck would hurt if he slept in that position. Deciding to do the daring thing, he shook Romano's shoulder slightly.

"Roma, I'm home," he murmured. "You should go to bed now."

Groaning and turning away, Romano tried to shrug Spain's hand away – though there was nearly no effort in the shrug. "Fuck you," he mumbled into the cushion, apparently barely awake at all.

Shaking his head helplessly, Spain moved around to the other side of the sofa and tried to pull Romano up. He fought against it, mumbling inaudible obscenities, but in the end Spain managed to drag him into his arms.

"Just like when you were little," Spain chuckled as he waited for Romano's eyes to open.

They didn't, and the Italian just kept trying to pull away. "...sleep, bastard," he grumbled.

"Yes, yes," Rearranging him, Spain tried to wrap Romano's arms around his neck – hoping to give him a piggy back to a proper bed. "Can you at least hold on for me?"

Romano seemed to at least agree to that, and let his head fall against Spain's shoulder as he was lifted off the sofa. He was quite a bit heavier than he used to be, but Spain didn't mind – and he carefully held onto the Italian as he made his way upstairs to the guest bedroom. He almost stumbled as he kicked the door open, but managed to stay just steady enough to get inside and sit down on the bed. Reaching up to unhook Romano's arms from his neck, Spain laughed again as he realised Romano wasn't going to let go that easy.

"Roma..." he sighed.

"Vaffanculo..."

Allowing himself a brief moment to just feel the warmth of Romano against his back, Spain pried his arms away. Romano immediately collapsed, turning onto his front and burying his head into the pillows with a groan.

Spain didn't move for a while, just sat there and watched as the Italian shuffled about until he was comfortable. The smile wouldn't leave his face, but it didn't really matter. He stood up and tugged the blanket from under Romano so he could throw it over him. Not letting himself pause again, he headed out the room. He was already in his own room when he realised that he'd left Romano's door ajar. He smirked at the old habit, and laughed at the image of fully-grown Romano running into his room after a bad dream.

It was a nice thought.


As he heard the creak of the door, Romano let his eyes open properly. Turning his head to the side to look at the space Spain once filled. Had the idiot left the door open on purpose, or was he just stupid? Who was he kidding? Spain was just treating him like a kid again.

Groaning, he hauled the covers over his head, Romano tried to go back to sleep. It would have been a lot easier if it wasn't for the fact his skin was burning wherever Spain had touched him. Curling up, he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath. He tried as much as possible to erase all memory of Spain's touch from his mind, if only to sleep well tonight. Why hadn't the idiot just let him sleep downstairs? He'd just managed to stop worrying about Spain drunkenly falling into a river long enough to doze off. The bastard wasn't even drunk.

So, that meant he'd been worrying all this time over nothing. Wow, that was... really... really irritating.

Getting angrier and angrier, Romano tossed aside the cover and clambered out of bed, dragging a pillow along with him. Storming out of his room and heading straight down the hall to Spain's, he began muttering under his breath again. Kicking Spain's bedroom door open and causing the older country to give a yelp in surprise and jolt upright in bed.

"You fucking bastard!" Romano screamed, hurling the pillow across the room.

Spain let out a small 'oof!' as the pillow hit the side of his face – not exactly Romano's best shot, but good enough to let out some of his aggravation.

"Vai all'inferno!"

He marched over to the bed, snatching pillows from right beside Spain and continued to hit him with them. The Spaniard flinched and held his hands up to try and block the attack, reaching out he grabbed Romano's wrists to stop him and gave him a pull.

Caught off guard, Romano tumbled forward – landing awkwardly on the bed, half on top of Spain who fell back along with him.

Whilst Romano was too embarrassed and surprised to move straight away, Spain was laughing hysterically beside him. "Ah, I knew you weren't completely asleep! You used to do the same thing when you were younger," he said as he wrapped his arms around the Italian.

Gritting his teeth, Romano wriggled against the hold, "Get off!"

"But I'm comfy! Hey... I could probably just sleep like this," Spain smirked.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Spain tightened his hold and pretended to snore loudly. Stopping in his half-hearted struggle, Romano let himself sink into the stupid and uncomfortable embrace for a moment.

"Romano?" Spain asked, apparently noting his sudden stillness. His arms slackened, allowing Romano a chance to push himself onto his knees. Spain reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.

Romano could only grimace. How much longer did he have to put up with this brainless idiot? Well, he didn't; he put himself through this. After all, why had he come over in the first place today? Just because he wanted to see the same bastard who he was now kneeling beside.

"Cretino..." he whispered. His eyes flickered over to the Spaniard's face, meeting his gaze. For once, he didn't look away. Instead, he began to lean forward.

Only when he was close enough to feel Spain's breath against his lips did Romano realise what he was doing. He stopped in his tracks; feeling the spike of heat as his cheeks reddened and staring back at Spain with eyes that were just as shocked.

"R-Romano...?" Spain stuttered.

Jumping back as if the word had stung him, Romano allowed the panic to set in.

What had he almost done?

As Spain begun to reach out for him again, Romano batted the hand away and ran out the room.

What had he done?


Translations!

Vaffanculo = Fuck off

Vai all'inferno = Go to hell

Cretino = Idiot