Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's note:
This is ridiculously short...and a sign that I do too much research on some stuff that I write.
Translations (in order of appearance):
(Spanish)
amor: love
"Spain! I need more tissues!" Romano groaned, holding an empty tissue box and walking into the living room where Spain was watching TV.
A downfall of his pregnancy was that his nose had started to stuff up.
Before Spain could process it, Romano threw the cardboard box at him, "Where did you put the other boxes, bastard?"
"There aren't anymore."
"Then go get more…bastard!"
"Certainly, amor."
This reply earned Spain a hard slap across the face.
Author's note:
Reviews are still love. ;)