A/N: And...Spamano is back! Still short. Okay, maybe I was fooling myself into thinking that there was longness somewhere in here.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Romano froze.
Had…had the Tomato Bastard really just said that?
Spain's muffled words were still coming through the door.
"I don't know if I was blind or just stupid. Probably both," Spain sighed, "I really am a bastardo."
"Don't call yourself a bastard, bastard," The Italian blurted.
Spain gave a half-hearted, "Ahahahaha…"
"B-but," Romano muttered, "Did you really mean it?"
"Every word."
Romano turned, deftly twisting the handle on the bathroom door, and blinking one murky green eye at the hall.
Spain's vibrant green eyes stared back.
"Roma…" he muttered, and Romano was surprised to find tears glistening at the edges of his emerald green eyes.
"You idiot!" Romano exclaimed, abandoning the shelter of the bathroom and it's door, "Don't cry! If you cry and I scowl, then just where will we be? You have to smile for the both of us since I can't!"
Spain's eyes widened, "Roma…"
Then both nations seemed to notice something.
"Romano…you look…" Spain gasped.
"Faggish, cross-dresser-ish, like a total girl?" Romano blushed.
"Beautiful," Spain corrected.
Romano's eyes widened, widening even more when the Spaniard grabbed the Italian's waist, lips colliding.
"Gorgeous," Spain continued, "Perfect, do you want me to keep going?"
"Just so long as you don't call me 'cute'," Romano huffed.
"Whatever you say, mi amor," Spain told the Italian.