The house was dark when Spain got there. He knocked on the door. There was no response. "Romano! Open the door my pocode tomate (little tomato)!" Spain called out as he knocked again. There was no response again. Spain sighed and took out a key to the house and unlocked the door.
"Romano?" he asked, closing the door behind him. He remembered Italy said he had been sitting at the table, staring at coffee, so he decided to check the kitchen first. Sure enough, Romano was sitting there in the dark, holding a cup of coffee in his hands, staring right at it.
"Romano?" Spain cautiously asked.
"Get out of my house tomato bastard." Romano quietly growled at him. His voice sounded a bit slurred to Spain. Funny, Spain thought Italy had taken all the wine, and he knew that was the only alcohol they had.
"What's in that cup?" Spain asked, leaning over Romano and grabbing the coffee mug. Romano wouldn't let go of it, so Spain brought the cup up with Romano's hands and smelled the coffee. "Where did you get the wine tomate?" Spain asked, smelling the wine in it.
"Nowhere bastardo." Romano grumbled, pulling the spiked coffee back down to take a sip. He kept a stash of wine in a hidden part of the cellar that not even Italy knew about.
"Stop drinking so much Romano." Spain said as he took the drink away from him and poured it down the sink. He sat down across from Romano and took his hand, much to the Italian's disapproval.
"Lasciarmi andare bastardo. (let go of me, bastard)" Romano grumbled, trying to tug his hand back. Spain wouldn't let go and took on a serious tone.
"You can't keep drinking like this. You're hurting yourself, worrying Feli, worrying me… whatever the matter is, you can do something else." Spain caught sight of Romano's curl, and had a sudden urge to just brush his finger against it, but he knew that would lead to other things that Romano had yelled at him for last time.
"Why are you being so difficult?" Spain continued. "Dinking so much, yelling and cursing for no reason, then being silent. I want to know what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong you bastard." Romano knew exactly why he was acting this way. He wouldn't tell Spain though, since it was his fault he felt the way he did.
"Something's wrong. Keeping it in won't help you. It will just keep eating at you until you can't take it anymore. Why did you start doing this; what's the matter Romano?" Spain pried, getting up and standing next to him, keeping his hand in his grip.
"It's none-a your business." Romano told him, looking away.
"It probably is." Spain moved in so his face was right in front of Romano's. He whispered, "Por favor, dígame. (please tell me)"
"G-get out of my-a face, tomato b-bastard." Romano quietly said, a little uncomfortable with Spain's closeness.
"Por favor?" Spain quietly whispered. Romano only shook his head slightly. "Per favore?" Spain made the simple transition to Romano's native language. He still refused to talk, only shaking his head and backing away from Spain. Spain only moved closer, putting his hands on the back of Romano's chair and either side of him. "Por favor, mi tomate?" Spain whispered, looking deep into Romano's eyes.
After a minute or so, Romano couldn't take it anymore.
"Dannazione, è perché ti amo, bastardo pomodoro! (Dammit, it's because I love you, tomato bastard)" Romano yelled at Spain. He crossed his arms and looked away, his face growing red. Spain chuckled a bit and kissed Romano's check.
"That's what this was all about? You could have just told me mi tomate." He gently caressed Romano's check.
"Y-you hurt me. I-a didn't want it to-a happen again." Romano mumbled.
"I won't hurt you again Romano. And I'm so sorry about before. I didn't know I was hurting you." Spain nuzzled Romano's neck.
"Hey, c-cut it out bastardo." Romano told him, attempting to push his head away. He wasn't trying very hard to though.
"But I love you and want you to forgive me. I promise I won't hurt you again, ok mi tomate? I won't. I swear." Spain kissed Romano's neck gently, making Romano blush a bright red.
"Th-this isn't the way-a to get me to forgive-a you."
"Then how will you forgive me?" Spain stopped kissing Romano's neck and looked at Romano, smiling at his red face.
"I have to know that you won't-a hurt me like-a before."
"How would I do that?"
"I-I-I don't-a know! How about you figure it out-a yourself!" Romano pushed Spain away from himself as he stood up. "I-I have to know that you-a won't." He started to leave and go up to his room, but Spain grabbed him and held him close to himself before he could leave.
"Romano, yo nunca podría hacerte dano. Lo siento mucho lo hice, y nunca más lo hará. Te quiero. No quiero ningún daño a venor a usted. Por favor, créanme, porque estoy diciendo la verdad a mi tomate. (Romano, I could never hurt you. I'm really sorry I did, and I never will again. I love you. I don't want any harm to come to you. Please believe me, because I'm telling you the truth.)" Spain spoke softly and sweetly to Romano, and when the later was taking a minute to register the spainish, Spain cupped his chin, titling his head up and gave him a gentle, sweet kiss.
Romano was a bit caught off guard by the Spaniard's actions and didn't respond. But he didn't break away or start cussing at Spain when he pulled back.
"So, do you forgive me?" Spain asked after a moment of silence.
"Not if you ever-a do it again you hijo de puta tomate perfecto.(perfect tomato bastard)" Romano mumbled. Spain smiled widely at the rare, sort-of compliment from Romano.
"Thank you tomato." Romano only grumbled under his breath at the nickname. Spain kissed him again, but this time Romano kissed him back.
"Hey, I know you said not to come, but I needed to get some le-" Italy's voice stopped as he walking in on his brother and Spain kissing in the kitchen. Though, when he came in, Romano broke the kiss and glared a bit at his brother.
"Don't you-a know better than to just-a walk into a damn room?" he asked, Spain still holding him.
"Veh~! You got him back to himself! Grazie Spain!" Italy bounced over and hugged both of them, smiling broadly.
Spain laughed and hugged Italy too after patting his head. "You're welcome Italy. I would do anything to help my little Lovi~." He kissed the top of Romano's head, causing him to grumble and blush a bit since his brother was there.
"Well, I'll see you two tomorrow." Italy said, letting go of the two and grabbing some leftover pasta.
"Where do you think you're-a going Veneziano?" Romano asked. Spain still had his arm around his shoulder, so he didn't move.
"Oh, I'm staying at Doitsu's!" Italy cheerily said before leaving.
"That potato bastard, ruining him. Once I get my hands on him-"
"Oh don't worry about it right now. He'll be just fine." Spain rubbed Romano's arm as he spoke. "Now, when's the last time you had a decent meal, huh? And I brought you some tomatoes." He let go of Romano and gave him the fruit. "Because I know my little tomate loves tomatoes." He gently rubbed his nose against Romano's. "Now, I'm going to make you something."
"Ok, whatever." Romano grumbled. Spain went to cooking, and Romano sat back down and ate the ripe tomatoes, watching Spain cook for him. After a few minutes, Spain had finished cooking. He set some of it down on the table and sat across from Romano.
"You know, I'm so happy you told me." Spain said after a few minutes of eating.
"Yeah, just don't rub it in, OK?" Romano grumbled.
"I'll try not to my little tomato."
"Tomato bastard."
When they finished eating, Spain helped Romano clean the dishes. When they were cleaned, Spain brought Romano to the living room and sat him on his lap. Romano grumbled, but stopped when Spain kissed him. Spain grabbed the remote and turned the T.V. on. He changed the channel until he found Dancing with the Stars.
"Why are we watching this?" Romano asked.
"I love watching people dance almost as much as I love dancing myself. Of course, I could never love them as much as I love you." He kissed Romano's check.
"Whatever." Romano mumbled.
"Can you say it, just once? Por favor, para mí? (please, for me?)"
"You say it first."
"I already did."
"I-in a sentence. Say it again-a."
"Ok. I never get tired of confessing my love to you anyway." He kissed Romano again, then told him, "I love you poco de tomate~ (little tomato)"
"I love you too tomato bastard."
"Can you give me a kiss?"
"A kiss?"
"Sí. You love me."
"Fine." Romano took Spain's head between his hands and kissed him. Spain enjoyed it, and grabbed the back of Romano's head, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
When they need to breathe, Spain broke the kiss and saw a blushing Romano. Spain chuckled and went back to watching Dancing with the Stars.
Around an hour later, when the program ended, Romano fell asleep in Spain's lap. When Spain noticed, he smiled and carried him up to his room and laid him in the bed.
"Dormir bien mi coc de tomate. (Sleep well my little tomato)" Spain whispered as he gently kissed Romano's forehead. He then left off to his house.
From then on, Romano was back to his usual grumpy self, save the fact that was willing to be loving with Spain every now and then. ~~
a/n sorry if the translations are wrong. i got them from google and i know that's not real realiable