Spain woke up to an empty bed, his whole body hurting like hell. He stretched, feeling Romano's space next to him.
It was cold.
He sighed and turned around to stare at the wall. The events of the previous day came back to him, and he could feel his body tensing.
What exactly were he and Romano? He didn't really know in the first place. Could they even be anything?
He wanted them to be lovers. Exclusive. He wanted to marry Romano.
The memories of his past political marriages came back to him. Ok, so maybe he didn't want that exactly. Or did he? He didn't even know how an actual marriage would work for them.
What he really wanted was for Romano to be only his. He wanted to know that Romano wouldn't end up in anyone else's arms. Ever.
Spain grunted. Wasn't that horribly possessive of him though? Who did he think he was, that he could decide what Romano did or did not? He wasn't something he could own. If he got angry because Romano liked America then that was his own problem. If he was a better lover, Romano would not leave him. And being a better lover meant that he had to acknowledge that Romano's paranoia and need for constant attention and reassurance came along with him.
A colorful feather floated in front of him, and Spain startled.
Romano snorted behind him. "Are you sure you stopped being a cat?" he said, trying not to laugh at him. He held one of the cat toys that he had bought for him the day before. A few feathers attached to a stick with string. He had spent a few minutes chasing that at the pet store, now that he remembered.
Spain rolled on his back to face Romano. "I can be a cat whenever you want," said Spain, and purred.
Romano scoffed and looked away. "I made breakfast, come down," he said.
Spain stretched like a cat on the bed. "Nuuuh, let's have breakfast here," he said, and reached towards Romano.
Romano scoffed, but sat down at the bed. "I don't have any tables to eat in bed at this house."
Spain held his hand and smiled at the sight of their entwined fingers together.
"Isn't this nice?" said Spain, looking up at him from the bed. "Roma, would you like to be with me?"
Romano frowned "What?"
"Together. I want to be with you and only with you. Forever. Would you like that?"
"A-are you serious?" asked Romano. "You mean like a marriage?"
Spain pushed himself up. "Do you think you could love me like that?" he asked.
Romano grit his teeth and sniffled. "You idiot. I...I don't think there was a moment when I haven't loved you."
Spain held Romano's face to kiss his cheeks and the tip of his nose. "I have always loved you too. And now I want to make sure you know it. Always."