Sing
Romano ran through the tomato fields as fast as possible, hoping that the large green stalks were big enough to cover his trail. He ran until he could no longer hear Antonio's voice calling out for him, and when he deemed it safe enough he stopped and dropped onto his backside, digging his feet into the pungent soil beneath him. He wanted to be as far away from Spain as possible. He couldn't take his sickening singing any more.
Romano kicked his soil covered feet and closed his eyes as it rained down on him. "Bastard," he whispered.
"There you are, Romano!"
Romano's eyes flew open at the familiar voice, and he was on his feet before he could even register Spain's face. But, just as he was about to run, a hand wrapped around his forearm and prevented him from doing so.
"You ran away before I could sing for you!" Spain sat down on the soil, completely disregarding his white pants. "Please, Romano?" Spain hiked the chubby Italian into his lap, "if you let me sing to you, I'll let you eat all the tomatoes on the stalks behind me."
Romano's eyes widened at this, but his cheeks burned red despite himself. "Fine, sing if you want, bastard."
"Como una promesa, eres tu, eres tu
Como una manana de verano
Como una sonrisa, eres tu, eres tu
Asi, asi, eres tu."
Romano didn't understand the words to the songs Spain sung, but he liked them. He liked the way Spain sung them so passionately, and how beautiful they all sounded coming from his mouth. Romano would never say something so complimentary to Spain, but he was sure that if Grandpa Rome were still around, even he would have fallen in love with Spain's voice.
He was so caught up in Spain's singing, and his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed Spain holding him to his chest and rocking him gently.
"Toda mi esperanza, eres tu, eres tu
Como lluvia fresca en mis manos
Como fuerte brisa, eres tu, eres tu
Asi, asi, eres tu"
Romano felt his eyelids getting heavy despite his excitement over the prospect of tomatoes. His eyelids would flutter wildly for a moment, then he would shake his head in another attempt to wake himself up. In the end, it didn't work out for Romano. From the rocking motion, and Spain's gentle voice, he never had a chance.
Romano's eyelids finally closed, and he fell into a gentle slumber in Spain's arms.
"Eres tu como el agua de mi fuente
(Algo asi eres tu)
Eres tu el fuego de mi hogar
Eres tu como el fuego de mi hoguera
Eres tu el trigo de mi pan
Eres tu..."
Spain looked down at Romano and smiled when he realized the small child had fallen fast asleep. He stood up from where he was sitting and used his free arm to brush the loose soil off of his backside, careful not to jostle Romano. "Running around like must have worn you out," Spain whispered to the sleeping child. Spain brushed a loose hair out of the child's face and smiled at the sleepy grunting noise Romano made at being touched.
"You're so cute, Romano."
You can listen to the song here (acoustic cover): watch?v=XyNwMi-g0EU