The country of passion and I share a birthday!
He's so handsome...yum.
I planned on writing this like the day after our birthday but I was too lazy...so I put it off for six months. I am truly a bad person *puts hand over forehead and sways dramatically*
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The salty sea air drifted through the open window. The sun was playing peek-a-boo on the horizon. The crisp white curtains fluttered from the breeze that settled itself on your cheeks. It was an early morning in mid-February. You shifted on the sheets, raising your arms above your head you stretched until you felt dozily content. Making no action to leave the empty bed, you rolled over and breathed deeply. The linen smelt like citric with a blend of grass. It was fresh and only helped pull you deeper in sleep. You rolled over once more so that you were on the other side of the bed. You draped a leg over the side and pulled a pillow into your chest. As you coasted off into a light daze you could feel the drool slide down your chin and onto the pillow. At the moment you didn't care, nor could you do anything about it because the sandman had enveloped you in his arms and pulled you under.
You awoke periodically but felt no urgent need to leave the soft bed. Even as the door opened and soft footsteps fell on the floor you did not stir from your trance. The bed dipped at your hips and a calloused but soft hand pulled the sheets down and brushed your unruly hair out of your face. Feather like lips caressed your forehead.
"Wake up mi amor hermoso. The sun is almost right above us."
His voice was like the sea breeze, floating around you, wrapping itself around your whole being. You moaned in reply but couldn't form any intelligible words.
"Come, spend the rest of the morning with me. We can do something special."
"Mhm…."
You rolled over and buried your head under the middle pillow. You could only barely hear the sigh but felt the weight leave the bed and the door click closed.
It took a few moments after his departure before you sat straight up.
"Shit!"
You ran around the room looking for your clothes. Pulling some from the bureau you had to stop and calm down because you had put on your underwear inside out three times. Once you were decently dressed you shot from the room and down the stairs all the while calling for the man.
"Spain! Spain! SPAIN!"
"Shut up woman, he's not here!"
You entered the kitchen to find amber eyes glaring at you from over the island. Romano was chopping up vegetables while frying others. He was dressed in the cutest apron, frills and a bow. You were sure, though, that his feelings at the moment were quite opposite from cute outfit he wore.
"Where is he? He was just in our bedroom!"
"I don't know where that Tomato Bastard is but he went outside a minute or two ago."
The Italian was pointing to the door behind him with his knife. He raised his eyebrows as you hopped over a stool and slammed into the door. Giggling it open you gave a quick thanks before running through the blooming garden and into the short grass.
The path lead to the beach, but he could have always strayed off the beaten path and wandered somewhere else. You decided to go to the beach first, as you bounded over the sand you paid no attention to the footprints that already lay before you.
The waves of the Mediterranean Sea lapped at the shore leaving darkened spots in the otherwise golden sand. The beach was empty except for the long grass that signalled the beginning of the soiled earth. Seagulls squawked in the air as they landed in the sea. Some dove for a light morsel while others watched you walk by.
As you trudged down the shoreline a figure swayed in the distance. It stopped for a moment and looked your way.
It was him, and he was waving you over. He sent your name on the wind and opened his arms to welcome you. Breaking off into a solid run you tried not to trip as you went towards him. As you drew nearer you could see his wind tousled hair and the sparkle in his vibrant green eyes. His smile was alive with loud laughter as you threw yourself into his arms.
He pulled you close to his body and twirled around with you, lifting you off the ground. He set you down and grabbed your hands; he began to dance with you as the waves kissed two pairs of ankles. He dipped you onto the sand and lowered himself next to you. The water ran over your bodies causing you to shiver in delight. You looked to your right and pulled the Spaniard into your arms. You kissed him, pouring all of your love and passion into the embrace.
You pulled away and whispered to him. You watched as his smile turned into a grin. He threw himself onto the sand so that he was staring into the clear blue sky. You grabbed his hand settled yourself into his curves. You both stayed staring up into the sky and shared a kiss or two not caring that the waves were soaking your clothes.
The whispered words wandered across the sea and to the rest of the world,
"Happy Birthday, I love you."
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