Title: P is for Prosthelytizing
Pairing/Characters: Fem!Spain, Romano, and Nonno in this one
Rating: K+
Note: Part of the Alphabet Drabble Meme. First one. Because alphabet don't need to go in order.


Warm summer air slips in through Antonia's window, causing the red curtains her mother put up so many years ago to flutter with the rise and fall of the breeze. She watches the shadows they make, translucent little shapes ghosting over the carpet. Mariana is living elsewhere now and won't have time off work for a visit for another few weeks, their mother is sound asleep down the hall, Romano is out with his family, and Antonio and Lovina have also gone home for the holidays.

The night is deathly silent in the little room Antonia grew up in.

Which only makes the deafening thump of a body falling through her window echo that much louder through the house.

"Romano!" she exclaims, jumping up from her bed to come to his aid. "You know you can just come in through the front door, are you alright, should I—"

His words are slurred, made worse by the fact that he's mumbling them into worn-out shag carpet, but Antonia understands it just fine when he says, "I miss them," in the most despondent voice he can manage.

She pats his shoulder and attempts to manhandle him into a sitting position. "You're drunk. But I miss Antonio and Lovina too."

Romano smacks her hands away and after a few failed attempts gets himself upright. "Not them, stupid." He leans against her chest and sighs dramatically.

Antonia runs a hand through his uncharacteristically messy hair and doesn't even blink when Romano's Nonno walks into her room as if he owns the place.

"So I hear this Lovina girl has a great set of knockers?" serves as his greeting and Antonia's hand pauses in its movements.

"You miss Lovina's breasts?"

"They," Romano starts, sounding highly offended. "Are not knockers, Nonno." Antonia seriously wonders what Nonno slipped into his drink when he continues, "And you are not allowed to look at them. You aren't a true believer."

"I don't know, the way you were praying at the bar. Very inspirational. I might just have to turn my back on God now."

"No no," Antonia interjects. "They get you closer to God."

"Damn right they do." Romano is scowling at Nonno and Antonia goes back to petting him.

"It's okay Roma. Some people just don't understand."

"I think the whole bar would have understood if I hadn't brought him home when I did." Nonno sighs, a nostalgic tone to his voice as wipes a finger under his eye. "So sweet, you kids and your love. Brings a tear to Nonno's eye."

"Your dirty sinner eye that is not allowed to look at them Nonno. Not. Allowed."

"Okay, okay." He holds his hands up in a placating manner. "You going to stay here with Antonia, then?"

"I am going to stay where there are no blasphemers."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I've got it covered," Antonia says, giving Nonno a mock-salute. "I know all about the proper ways to worship Lovina's tits, no blaspheming here."

"Antonia you're not allowed to tell him."

"I'm not going to Romano. You should move your head, you are drooling on my shirt."

"I'll move when I'm damn good and ready." Most likely as nothing more than an act of drunken defiance, Romano buries his head further into Antonia's chest.

"Goodnight, you crazy kids."

"Night Nonno," Antonia says at the same time as Romano mutters, "Fuck off old man."

As soon as Nonno is gone Antonia starts the (surprisingly long, for people who are not Antonia) process of dragging Romano to her bed. "So are we out prosthelytizing about Lovina's tits now?"

"All the bitches were jealous, Antonia."

"Mm, as they should be. Should we call Lovina tomorrow and see if she'll let us talk to them?" Antonia is glad a phone was nowhere near either of them, because Romano, in his drunken haze, took to the idea far more than she thought he would.

"I can't wait to tell them about this tomorrow," she says once she's got Romano all snuggled up under her covers. "Antonio and Lovina. Not Lovina's tits."

She takes Romano's snores as sounds of agreement.