A/N: Ugh, super short again. They get longer, trust me. I had a helluva time writing without pronouns. I now know why we have them. I can't tell you how many times I've written 'the Italian'. It's ridiculous.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
It was official, Spain decided as he watched Romano chop tomatoes in the kitchen.
Spain was gay.
Well, he had never really been interested in guys, but how else could you explain his feelings towards Romano?
The kid was just so cute, with violent manners and a sharp tongue. But Spain saw beneath the painful wall, to the scared, vulnerable child beneath.
Romano had the body of a sixteen year old now, in reality the Italian was centuries old.
Spain looked like a twenty year old.
As such an old nation, Spain had experienced the urges he felt around Romano before. He knew what they were and what they meant, but he was still trying to figure out if his urges toward Romano were just lust or maybe…love?
That was more France's department, love.
Spain was the country of passion, of impulses and rash decisions. He wouldn't normally hold back like this.
But this was Romano they were talking about.
A rash decision could break the fragile Italian, no matter how tough Romano pretended to be.
He would just have to wait and figure out his feelings for himself.