Spamano Drabbles A to Z: I is for Ice

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DISCLAIMER- I don't own Spain's ass (someday, dammit) or Romano's tsundere-ness~

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Genre: Romance/Humor
Rated: K+
Language: English
Length: wc/257
Characters: Spain/S. Italy/Romano
Status: Complete

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In which pants are not needed in this game to discover the flower- eating clock monster named Onion. Special appearances by: Spain, Romano, Shakespeare, angst, sex, love, and zombies.

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As much as Romano enjoyed the heat, sometimes it was a bit much for the Italian to handle, especially when picking weeds from a tomato garden in the dead of the summer.

Romano stood up, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Hey, bastard!" Spain looked up from his position underneath a tree, the branches shielding his already tan face from the menacing heat of the sun. He was sucking on something from a cup in his hand, looking completely and totally relaxed.

Romano would have none of that.

"What the hell! I've been out here slaving away in your garden for hours and you're sitting under a tree doing… what?"

"Ice." Spain managed out, smiling. Romano panted. Coolness… water… he could have melted right there.

"Uh… can I… can I have some?" Spain looked into his cup.

"Oh no… there's no more." Romano felt part of his soul die right there and float away.

"Are you fucking serious? That's it, get your ass out there, it's time for you to work. Why are you still sitting there? Get up right—" The Italian was cut off as he was pulled downward forcefully into a heated kiss. His eyes widened, then squeezed shut when he felt something lard and slippery fall into his mouth. Pushing the Spaniard away, Romano stared at him in confusion. "What the hall was that, you pervert?" Spain rolled his eyes.

"Chill, Roma. It's just ice. I was trying to cool you down. Now get your sexy ass over here, I want that ice back."

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/shot so many times

Sorry I was absent for so long. D8 I HAVE NO EXCUSE EXCEPT FOR THIS: Europe, school, dance.

Soo… this was my attempt at humor! YAY.

I LIKE THIS ONE, ACTUALLY. So before you're all like "PSH, YOU SUCK. LET'S BLOW THIS POPSICLE STAND," hear me out~

Awkward almost!sex scenes are awkward and oh so fun to write.

That is my explanation.

Awkward turtles make awkward babies.

Next time- J is for: _

~LinedWithCharcoal~