That Curl
Chapter 4: Spain/Romano
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Spain was enjoying himself immensely.
Romano was not.
The two were in a café that specialized in tomato foods, but Romano would rather be somewhere else, because to him, the damn happy Spanish man made fun stuff un-fun.
"I want to go home, dammit." The sulky Italian muttered into his crossed arms, leaning on the table.
Spain just smiled at him fondly, laughed. "This is fun, right Romano?"
Romano unhappily swore and put his hands to his head.
"I'd fun if anyone but you was here, dammit." He simmered, letting out a breath and settling his hands in a different spot on his head.
That was when he felt it.
Spain was smiling and patting the shorter boy's head with what was supposed to be reassurance, but right now, it was giving Romano feelings of something else entirely.
Romano was filled with unwilling arousal at the feeling of his curl being touched.
Spain was saying something with a smile, but Romano couldn't hear over the sound of blood rushing to his face rapidly.
"Chi~gi…" He gasped, and his hands flew to his mouth and he stared at Spain without any sort of glare.
Spain noticed that.
"What?" He asked, hand moving slightly on the curl.
"Nnn…!" Romano moaned, unable to form any sort of response. Spain stared, oblivious to the reaction he was unintentionally creating within the nation's crotch.
He took his hand off the smaller boy's head, and their cheery waiter put the food on their table.
For once, Romano didn't curse at Spain for the whole evening.
Romano flopped down onto his bed dejectedly. He was unhappy how the evening had gone.
Turning, he felt paper crinkle under him. Blinking, he brought it up, and read it.
It was a note written in his brother's scribble-like handwriting.
Hey, Hey Romano! I am going to Germany's house, I'll be back sometime. I invited Spain over so you won't be lonely! Ve~
Cursing, Romano heard the doorbell ring as if on cue.
He answered it, scowling.
"Hey Romano!" The happy Spanish man greeted. "Your brother invited me over."
Romano let him in and blushed faintly, remembering the events of the restaurant.
"Hey, Romano." The taller nation called from somewhere in the house. Romano blinked, surprised.
Huh?
Where had the other gone? Looking around, he saw Spain in his bedroom, smiling at a picture he held in his hand.
Romano walked into his room, and looked over the taller nation, trying to see the picture.
He was met with surprise as Spain closed the door with his foot, smiling dangerously.
"Eh?!" He squeaked as Spain gently pushed him onto his bed, smiling with a slightly apologetic expression.
"What are you doing, dam-!" Romano was silenced by the older boy's mouth softly closing in on his. Romano struggled, but his attempts where fruitless, and he soon succumbed to the loving attentions of the Spanish male on top of him.
Spain placed a knee in between Romano's legs, placing pressure on his vital regions. He combed through Romano's hair and kissed him with passion, Romano responding just as eagerly.
Minutes later when the two separated, Romano whispered a quiet "Why?"
Spain looked down at the breathless nation.
"Simple." He said, grinning. "Cause I love you. And-" He stated, flicking the curl.
"Nn!" Romano interrupted.
"This was an opportunity not to pass up." He told his beloved Romano, and leaning back down, he smiled at the whispered "I love you too, you bastard."
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