A/N: Back again, this soon! I had a brilliant idea for prompts for these updates, and inspiration from and adorable Spamano collection I just read. So here you go!

(This was written while I listened to a FMA ost called Heavenly Spirit, so it might be fun to listen to that while you read!)

Merde. Romano griped to himself in his mind as he trudged his now-soaked feet through piles of melting snow. Spain had better appreciate me dragging my ass over here.

Since snow was such a rarity in he sunny country of Spain, Romano hadn't been prepared for the weather that greeted him upon his arrival. That bastard is lucky I didn't hightail it back home at the sight of it!

Romano's grumbling thoughts were interrupted abruptly as he felt something slam into him, knocking him back into the freezing slush.

"LOVI! My Lovi came back~!"

Romano sat up to find an over-exuberant Spaniard sitting on his lap, latched onto him with a death grip.

"Of course I did, you idiota! I told you I would be visiting just last week!"

The words didn't seem to do anything for Spain, who was still squeezing the smaller man and mumbling words of joy over him coming back.

It had only been a few years since Romano had declared his independance, on peaceful terms of course, and had promised to come around to visit every so often. But it appeared as though the idea of him one day not having Romano around had never crossed the Spaniard's mind, so he still was somewhat freaked out every time Romano left to go back home.

Romano shifted to pet Spain's head. "Idiota." he said, affectionately. "I always come back."

He was shocked to find the reply a long sniffle. "Spain?" he asked, worriedly.

"I really thought you weren't coming back this time!"

Romano frowned at at Spain's tearful eyes. Sure he was emotional about him leaving, and very clingy, but he had never acted this way before.

He stared into the tearful eyes, realizing that they looked a little strange. Quickly taking note of the Spanish man's flushed face, slightly labored breathing, and overall dishevalled appearance, Romano pulled Spain forward and felt his forhead as he yelled.

"Spain, you IDIOTA! You're sick aren't you?! Dammit! Get your ass back home now!"

He easily yanked the seemingly weak man up with him and pulled him along, stumbling.

"I am?" Spain seemed confused. "Oh Lovi! When did you get back home?"

Romano huffed. That damn Spaniard never took proper care of anything, even himself! He looked behind him as he heard sniffles again. "I thought you were never coming home to me again, Lovi~!"

Romano rolled his eyes and pulled Spain more quickly into his house. He rushed him up the stairs and pushed him onto his own bed.

Shuffling through the drawers, he pulled a t-shirt and fresh boxers out and tossed them at Spain's face. "Get on some dry clothes while I do the same, idiota."

When Romano returned from his own room, he found Spain lying in the dry clothes on his bed, shivering, with his back toward him. Romano rushed over, once again feeling the country's forhead and tucking the blanket around him.

"You get some rest, Spagna. I'm going to go make some tomato soup, ok?" Spain nodded and closed his eyes, and Romano padded softly from the room.

He returned with a steaming bowl and a mug of tea a half hour later. "Spain! I brought you that tomato soup!"

Spain slowly sat up in his bed, blearily looking around until his eyes landed on the younger country. "Oh, Roma...thank you." Spain managed, sounding terrible. Romano frowned.

"And I brought you some tea too, it'll help."

Spain grimaced. "Lovi!" he whined. "You know I hate that stuff!"

Romano glared at him. "If you were even remotely capable of taking care of yourself I might care; but seeing as I am doing that, you are going to do what I say. Drink the damn tea." He shoved it into reluctant hands.

"Ah, ok Lovi." He relented.

"Now do you want to tell me what the hell you were doing out in the snow while you were sick, or why you're even sick in the first place?!"

Spain saw the somewhat hidden worry in Romano's eyes. Countries generally don't get sick unless something was physically wrong with their homeland, or the economy or people were under stress; so him being sick was sufficent enough to worry.

"I didn't realize I was sick." Spain said quietly as he took a sip of the tea with a sour look. "But I suppose it has something to do with the weather. I'm not used to the cold you know." He finished with a smile.

Romano's shoulders relaxed a bit and he smiled back. "You idiota." he said again, for lack of a retort.

Spain chuckled a bit before breaking off into a slight cough. Glancing over at Romano he sighed, "I think I should get some more sleep."

Romano nodded and moved to get up, but Spain grabbed his hand and pulled him ontop of himself. He curled around him and buried his face in his hair. "I really am glad that you are back, Lovi."

Romano blushed, but didn't push away. "Go to sleep, you bastardo."

So he did.

A/N: Sorry that it's so short, I am trying to work on being more descriptive rather than just writing what's going on; but it is a process. Just bear with me! Reviews are always appreciated, and ideas and requests would be terrific!