Romano walked through the streets of Italy, up to his chin in fluffy fabric. There was no sunshine at the moment, just dark grey cumulus clouds forming across the equally grey sky, and the world seemed to have been drained of all its colour. Perhaps it was just him, but he was looking, and feeling, a little grey too.
Damn it. I can't go to the potato bastard's house like this, my stupid little brother will ask what's up.
Romano hated winter, and everything about it. There was no excitement in the air other than the shouts and squeals of the citizens. It was cold. There was no tomato harvest. If he were to visit family, he'd have to go visit the potato bastard too-
"Oi, Romano! It's me!"
And then there was Spain. Spain, his voice happy and cheerful; Spain, his smile wider than his country doubled in size; Spain, his eyes gleaming; Spain, his affection for tomatoes, even in the cold winter months; Spain, his chapped skin from working hours in the summer; Spain, the way he always found time to sing and dance in happy spirits.
Romano stopped in his tracks and thought back to long ago, when he and Spain lived together. It was the Christmas season, and his first with Spain. Romano, being a young child at that point, was bored of no snow and just plain old cold temperature. Everything bothered him. The sun still shined, however, and Spain was always there to brighten his day if not, and save him if he were to be beat around with by some of the older nations.
Spain had taught him a song- a small little thing, partly in English and partly in Spanish. It kept him, Spain often said, from feeling low over the Christmas season. Romano mouthed the words as it played and replayed in his head, watching the image of Spain dance terribly about to the rhythm.
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad, prospero año y felicidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad
Feliz navidad, prospero año y felicidad
I want to wish you a merry Christmas
I want to wish you a merry Christmas
I want to wish you a merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart
I want to wish you a merry Christmas
I want to wish you a merry Christmas
I want to wish you a merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart
Romano, then, felt an urge to turn around, and he did so- greeted by the wind and an empty grey street.
He paused for a moment, staring, before starting to walk again.
So I got a request for Spain and Feliz Navidad, so I turned it into sad Romano drabble. Ugh. :'(
Thanks for your kind words and I'll see you in tomorrow's chapter! :D