Spain generally spent most nights tucking Romano in his bed, the rest were either because on of the two wasn't there or they were sleeping together.
He was tired enough to not give much thought the unusual lack of swearing, chalking it off to the fact both were tired after the tiring 'continent vs continent summer bravery test' game.
As expected, the North America + Carribean foursome was the first to lose (dios mío he did not expect Mexico to have that weird reaction) and the Asia team won (they did produce the more scary horror stories…).
The Kirklands, all six inclusive of Sealand had flat out denied the invitation, with Scotland flatly telling them 'It ain't gonna be out business if ye wee little shits 're gunna attract auld shit.' Spain had yet to fully understand what the redhead was saying (he was albeit distracted by the sight of England trying to strangle the Irish twins behind the eldest brother's back).
Since the Europe group was the largest group they divided it into 'Germanics, Nordics and Soviets' and 'everyone else in Europe'. No one in his group expected to win with Russia and Germany on the other side. They were third last after the Oceania + micronations group.
A bravery test wouldn't have tired out Spain this much, but part of it turned into a miniature war.
Though he was still more tired than usual…
Must be turmoil in his land.
"Good night Roma…"
And bent down to kiss the italian and as he got started to leave Romano unexpectedly asked him to do something.
"Spain, check the closet for monsters…"
"Huh? Okay…"
Spain trudged to he closet, his tired mind trying to fully comprehend the question.
He opened the closet and everything clicked.
Staring back at him from inside the closet was a wide eyed Romano.
"S-Spain there's something scary sitting on my bed-"
