Prompt: Spain/Romano - Siesta
It was as constant as the pull of the moon on the ocean's tides and as regular as the sun rising and setting each day. No matter the weather, the season or any other kind of variable, Spain could predict without a second thought exactly what Romano was doing every day at three o'clock. The Italian Siesta, something both the southern and northern brother adhered to with the strictest of regiment. In fact, Spain was certain it might be the only thing they were regimented about at all.
And so, every day at three o'clock, Spain developed his own habit. He'd watch Romano sleep.
When the Italian was younger, Spain would sometimes be frustrated to find the boy snoozing in the middle of a hallway without any of his chores completed. But now, the older country found he cherished these moments when Romano was peacefully dozing wherever he was.
Today Spain had found him slumped in a kitchen chair, a basket of tomatoes he was sorting left unattended on the table top. Shaking his head, Spain lifted the slumbering country and carried him down the hall to his bedroom.
"I should've known ya wouldn't have gotten those done this afternoon," He spoke; although no one was listening. Pushing the door to the room open with his foot, he maneuvered Romano's limp form through the doorway and placed him down gently on the bed.
Fluffing the pillows underneath his russet hair and smoothing the sheets around him, Spain allowed himself to lay down beside Romano as he gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Dulce sueños, mi amor."
And somewhat missing the angry retort and the swatting hands, Spain curled his arms around Romano and nuzzled his face into his neck. Spain knew he'd get pushed off and yelled at come four o'clock and he was looking forward to it.
Note: Dulce sueños, mi amor means Sweet dreams, my love.