-Dedicated to AnaMachado-
Saturdays really were the best.
Spain would wake up after a long, content sleep to his henchman Romano demanding breakfast, preferably jumping on him to get him up. After he fixed breakfast for the little Italian, together they would go to harvest tomatoes out back until the afternoon, when they'd break for lunch, usually a delicious soup or pasta. After that Romano had his siesta time and Spain sometimes joined him depending on how energetic he felt that particular day. If not, he would hike back out to his beloved tomatoes and wait for his young companion.
The tomato harvesting done, the two would go back to their house, and Romano would make dinner if he was in a good mood, which was usually after a long day's work, and would retire to bed early. Not Spain. He stayed up.
What for?
Simple. Her. Often coming after dark, she'd quietly steal into the house, where Spain would be waiting for her. Her cheeks would be flushed, that long wavy brown hair streaming behind her like a curtain, that orange flower bouncing along with the movement of the hair, often pulled back in a white and green bandanna, her matching dress fluttering and rustling on her frame. She'd sneak up behind him and he'd pretend not to see her until she was just about to (try to) scare him to high heaven. He'd whip around, hoist her on top of his lap and kiss her silly.
Which he was doing right now. She let out a faint giggle and pressed her lips against his sweetly, expecting him to be the one to deepen it, and he happily obliged. His long fingers tangled in that sweet-smelling hair of hers and she'd sigh, knotting her own fingers into his curls. He smiled against her lips.
Saturdays were really the best. Hungary made them so.
-BUONO TOMATO!-
:D I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO DOING IT! Been meaning to do this for a while. Please review if you want to, and keep requesting if you'd like!
Hasta la Pasta!