Forevah: Hey guys! Here's another drabble I thought up at school. I was with my friends at lunch(we represent a few of the countries because we can :D So, I'm Romano, Kendall is Italy, Tati is Germany and Sara is Spain) Tati told us a funny story and I wanted to do a FanFic. So...I did.(WORST EXPLANATION EVERRRRRRRRRRRR) I hope you enjoy! Spain and Romano are the stars of this one, guys!

Spain: Si~ Romano is mi tomate! Lo amo-

Romano: WHAT THE HELL YOU STUPID BASTARDO!?

(If you couldn't guess, it's Spamano :P)

Forevah: I don't own Hetalia

Romano was sitting at home, watching TV. This was the only 'relaxation' he got while living with his Spanish boyfriend while said man was at work. Romano sighed contently; He was enjoying the quiet.

'I mean, anyone would if you lived with SPAIN.' The dark-haired Italian chuckled and stood up to streach his legs. While he had the time, he might as well work on his artistic skills. He went up to the bedroom, grabbed his supplies and headed beack to his spot on the couch. Before he sat down he made sure he had everything: Sketch Pad-Check, Sketch Pencils-Check, Colored Pencils-Check. Now all he neaded were Toma-

"ROMA~ I'M BAACK~" Spain called as the front door of the grand house swung open. Romano grunted at his nickname. He heard footsteps come closer to the living room and he turned away from the noise. A few seconds later he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him and he squeaked. Warm breath tickled his ear as he listened to a spanish accent whisper an annoying poem that pissed Romano off to no end.

"Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

these national alliances

don't compare to you~" Spain whispered to his Italian boyfriend. Romano sighed and tried to get out of Spain's hold.

"Spain, let go!"

"Wait Roma! I have another! Ro-"

"HOLD IT!" Romano got out of the Spanish man's grasp and turned to face him. He was wearing a white shirt with tan pants and a tie with about a million tomatoes on it. His piercing green eyes bore right into his own brown ones.

"I have one for you," Romano smirked as Spain smiled happily. Romano cleared his throat and started telling his own version of the poem.

"Roses are Red,

Now here's something new,

Violets are Violet,

NOT FUCKING BLUE." Romano smiled at Spain's face: it looked like a cross between shock and humor. Spain took a step closer and pulled Romano into a hug. He then proceeded to make the smaller Italian blush by kissing him on the lips.

"Te amo, Roma~"

"Yeah, Yeah, you keep saying that." Romano smiled and kissed his partner back.

Forevah: Oh my gosh that ending was SO fluffy compared to what I usually write! I hope you all liked this! If you guys want me to do any specific pairings I will do it!(So basically requests are open!) Thanks for reading! R&R please!