It had been sunny when Spain had left for the market, instructing Romano to sweep the kitchen floor while he was gone, but it a thunderstorm had sprung up, and now it was pouring as he jogged toward the house, holding his basket of groceries over his head in a futile attempt to stay dry. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky as he climbed up the back steps, and a rumble of thunder followed as he opened the door.

He spotted Romano under a chair, and asked, "Romano, what are you doing?"

The little nation stood up and stuttered, "N-n-nothing, I just…t-tripped. Yeah, that's it, I tripped. What took you so long, bastard?"

Spain frowned, "It's a long walk to the market. Did you sweep the floor like I asked you to?"

Romano walked over to where his broom was leaning against the wall, "I'm working on it. Sweeping takes a fucking long time." There was another flash of lightning. Romano shuttered. He started to moved the broom back and forth. The thunder followed, and he yelped and grabbed Spain's leg.

Spain looked down at his charge and asked, "Are you afraid of the thunder, Lovi?"

Romano quickly let go, "N-no. It just startled me." He went back to sweeping.

Spain frowned, but started to put the groceries away. There was another thunder clap and Romano whimpered. Spain stopped what he was doing and bent down, giving Romano a hug, "It's okay. The thunder won't hurt you as long as Boss Spain's around."

Romano scowled, "I'm not scared Damnit."

Spain sighed. He really was tired of Romano not admitting to things. He scooped up the little nation in his arms, and said, "Whatever you say, querido."

Romano put his arms around Spain's neck, saying, "put me down, bastard."

Spain just sighed and wrapped one arm around Romano, going back to putting the groceries away. There was another clap of thunder. Romano squeezed Spain for dear life. Spain just said, "Shush, it's okay querido, boss Spain is here."

Once the groceries were put away, Spain took Romano, still clinging to his neck, into the living room and stretched out on the couch, positioning Romano on his chest. Romano whimpered and clung to him, and he began to sing a Spanish lullaby. Eventually Romano's breathing began to even out as he fell asleep. Spain closed his eyes and fell asleep himself.

When they woke up a few hours later, after the storm had passed, Romano jumped out of Spain's arms and snapped "What the hell was I doing on your lap bastard?"

Spain, half asleep, yawned and said, "I think you fell asleep there during the storm."

Romano blushed bright red and scowled, "Whatever bastard, just get up and make dinner already."

Spain sighed and he sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Romano would never change.

A/N-Yeah, I got the idea for this while standing outside in a thunderstorm. I don't own anything. Enjoy.