"Will that make you happy?"
Romano trudged to Spain's house. He was in one of his blackest and sourest moods. Having being yelled at by his boss for being incompetent to his brother and for lazing around, Romano had a blossoming flower of fury hidden away in his chest. His mind was a raging conflict of tempests.
He spat into the Spain's flowerbeds as he passed the gateway. He smirked as he imagined Spain's horrified face at seeing a glob of saliva dripping off the leaves of his highly prized plants. Walking up the porch, Romano removed his hands from his pockets and rang the doorbell. As if one time wasn't enough, he kept at it until the door would swing open and he could enter.
When Spain had answered the door, a scowling Italian greeted him. All smiles and nothing else, Spain ushered Romano in, flitting about him like how he usually did. He was successful in masking his ailments behind a façade of immense air headedness and oblivion. That was what people expected from him, to be nothing but a dimwit, so Spain gave them that – nothing more and nothing less.
Perhaps that was why Romano had failed to notice anything as he invaded upon Spain's kitchen.
The table was set with an array of Spanish and Italian dishes. Rich aromas of herbs and spicy scents wafted through the air and many dishes had the favourite topics of both nations – red, juicy tomatoes glistened brightly in the mellow lighting of the room.
However, being in the foul mood he was, Romano failed to take notice of the Spaniard's strangely different efforts. Seating himself, Romano began to indulge himself on a plate of steaming churros, richly coated with cinnamon and sugar. Romano hardly spoke anything at the dinner table as he manifested himself with Spain's delectable foods, he grunted his approval every now and then but didn't offer a word of thanks.
ooOoo
After dinner, there was the usual short conversations and name calling. Romano had lounged himself on Spain's sofa as Spain did the dishes in the kitchen and tried to strike conversation by babbling about uninteresting subjects.
Romano had so often called Spain a bastard and the likes that it was second nature. It had come as a surprise to him when Spain had responded differently to the whole train of insults he had thrown at the Spaniard.
"Could you please shut up for once?" Romano had snapped. "You are so annoying."
"Ok…" Spain had conceded, he wasn't out to pick a fight today.
"While you're at it, why don't you just get away from me, huh? You're always invading my personal space. I don't appreciate that." Romano sneered. In the heat of the moment, Romano wasn't even half aware of the words spewing out of his mouth. He just wanted relied from all his tension.
"Will that make you happy?" Spain had inquired quietly.
"Yeah, sure."
"Ok then." Spain laughed quietly, all the sadness and hurt prevalent in his eyes of deep-sea green.
But it wasn't as if Romano could see them anyway.