Title: Summer
Pairing/Characters: Spain/Romano
Summary: Romano doesn't appreciate your cheek, Spain. Not at all.
Romano hadn't seen Spain get dressed before they went to the beach, and he was very much regreting that fact the minute he saw Spain remove his shorts to reveal a very tight, very tacky bright yellow and fucking tomato-print speedo.
A fucking speedo.
He tossed a towel at Spain and groaned. "Do you have to wear that ugly thing?"
"No," Spain said, laughing and making like he was going to remove the hideous swimwear.
Romano was having none of that bullshit. "This isn't a nude beach! Keep them on, you fucking weirdo."
"But you said you don't want me to wear them."
"Because they're ugly and tacky and indecent."
Spain looked at Romano.
Romano looked at Spain.
Spain looked at Romano's bright pink, skin tight boxer style swimtrunks and raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, baby. We can't all have taste like you."
Romano threw their second towel at Spain and stomped off toward the water. "We're buying you new ones when we get home!"
Spain laughed and followed him after setting their towels out properly, double checking to make sure all their valuables had been left in the car. "Okay, but I'm not wearing pink ones."
