Title: Lipstick
Pairing/Characters: Fem!Spain/Romano
Rating: T

Spain awoke one morning, after a long evening of drinking and an even longer night of having bizarre, disjointed snippets of dream-like visions. One of the more pleasant dreams involved her and Romano swapping places and, though the dream had quickly morphed into cacophony of hazy red, when she got up the next morning her mind was filled with nothing but inspiration and brilliant ideas.

"Spain," Romano mumbled, rolling over and stealing her now vacated pillow. "It's fucking early, what are you doing?" He blinked an eye open when Spain didn't immediately respond, only to find her standing near the closet, in his boxers, tugging one of his undershirts over her very naked chest. "…Do I even want to know?"

"You do!" Spain responded, her hands now busy tugging Romano's trousers up over her hips. "Today I'm going to be Roma, and he's going to be me, okay?"

"Those are too long on you."

"I'll wear your nice slacks and your pink shirt— don't worry, I'll treat it nice— and you can wear any of my skirts you want!"

"You're not leaving the house like that."

"And I'll make cannoli and you can make lunch!"

"You're doing the buttons wrong."

Spain looked down and saw that she had indeed missed a button, just below the dip of her chest, and she quickly repaired her error before taking a look at herself in the mirror. Romano was right; the pants were a few inches too long, because Romano was more than a few inches taller than her (though her legs were long, at the very least). The shirt, custom-tailored to Romano's body, draped oddly over her chest and sides, and the shoulders were far broader than her own. Romano's favourite black shoes didn't fit her at all, so she had to opt for a pair of her own flat dress shoes, but Spain was okay with all of that.

She pulled her hair up and attempted to make one of her curls stand up like Romano's, though she couldn't quite achieve the right effect.

Romano just stared, too tired and confused to continue protesting. Until Spain tossed a red skirt in his direction, that is.

"I'm not wearing your clothes." Spain just grinned, eagerly waiting for him to join her in her insanity. "I want to sleep. Spain. Sleep."

Spain ignored him, instead handing him a matching set of green and white underwear. "No no Roma, you have to go along with it, you're me! I love wearing my clothes!"

"I. Ugh. Can I sleep if I do this? No pictures." Romano sat up begrudgingly and fit the bra over his chest, his fingers expertly doing the clasps up in the back. He scowled when he noticed Spain eyeing him excitedly, but he put on the rest of the ensemble as well, Spain's cream-coloured blouse tucked into her vibrant red pencil skirt, which fit snuggly over green panties and transparent pantyhose.

"Are you happy now?" he asked, thanking every god that had any chance of maybe possibly existing somewhere out in the universe that Spain's camera was nowhere in sight. "How do you even get into this thing? It's way too short, this is ridiculous."

"Aw, but you look so pretty." Spain sat on the bed, looking ridiculous in the too-big clothes of her boyfriend, and took Romano's chin in her hand. "Hold still, I have to finish the look."

Twenty minutes later, Romano's face was done up with brown eyeliner and rose-pink lipstick, and Spain had made another attempt at procuring herself a curl, this time with the help of some gel and hairspray.

"You look so stupid."

"Roma, it's not very nice to insult yourself."

"I look fucking stupid too, I don't even care."

Spain puffed her cheeks out in a pout that very much resembled Romano's own, though he would never say that to her face. "Well fuck you too, asshole," she said, the words rolling just as easily off her tongue as they did his, though they still sounded odd to Romano's ears.

Realising that maybe he wasn't just joining in with Spain's crazy antics, and that he probably was just as nuts as she was, Romano grinned and pinched one of Spain's cheeks. "Such cute mouths shouldn't say those mean words, you know."

Spain giggled, completely breaking character, and started undoing Romano's blouse. "Less talk, more getting naked."

"I have never said that to you ever, Spain."

Spain ran her hand over Romano's side, her fingers sneaking back behind him to undo the bra he had so carefully done up. "Well you should start doing it more often, yeah?"

Romano just rolled his eyes and kissed Spain, not even caring that he was the one smearing lipstick all over both their faces.