AN: Spamano chapter...

My eyes opened at the start of a new day. The sunlight greeted my awaking face warmly. This was one of my favorite ways to wake up, but something was off. Where was Romano? Shouldn't he have woken me up in his usual way by now? I looked around the room, searching for him. I didn't wake up before him did I?

I left my room and went down the hall to his. This was rare opportunity. I peeked through the doorway. There he was. Sleeping like a tiny naked angel. Was he seriously naked? I quietly slipped into his room.

He must have stayed up pretty late if he was still sleeping like this. I saw a Spanish dictionary wide open on the bed. I grabbed it and put it away; I sat down in its place. This peaceful look was so much different that the one he wore when he was awake. He was always yelling and shouting curses my way. Adorably of course.

Romano wriggled a bit. Was he going to wake up now? His movement brought the little curl in his hair to my attention. I wrapped it around my finger. He was just so cute!

"S…pain…" he muttered in his sleep. His face had gone all read. I stopped twisting my fingers. This was a bad road to go down. What would my friends say? I'm not a pedo…it's just Romano is so….God why did it feel so good to be bad.

"Spain, I'll fucking kill you if you touch me again." I took my hand away. I was screwed! Was he actually awake? Oh, he was still asleep. I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up.

"Romano, it's time to wake up! We have lots of work to do today!" I placed one hand beside him and used the other to gently shake him awake.

"Fuck work! Fuck you, Spain," he grumbled. Apparently, he had even less of a filter when he was just getting up. Something was off. Was my hand damp? I stared at it and then stared at Romano.

"What the fuck are you looking at you ass hole!" he said.

"Romano…did you…?" was all I managed to get out. He looked at the sheets and finally noticed the wet spot that surrounded his lower half

He started to blush, and I started to laugh. He was just so damn adorable!

"That wasn't me! And if you tell that hot chick in the photograph, I'll fucking kill you!"

That just made me laugh even more. This was just too hilarious. Romano didn't find it near as funny as I did. He really had a big crush on the girl me. He crawled over to me and started to punch me in the stomach. Pretty hard actually.

"Lo siento, Romano. I'm sorry. Don't worry, I won't tell her. Your secret is safe with me." I started strip the bed. "Why don't you help me carry the sheets to get them washed up, okay?" I handed him a little pile. He frowned, but he followed me all the way to the laundry room. I guess those tomatoes would just have to wait a bit longer.

I woke up from my dream. Actually, I guess it was a memory. I woke up in my favorite way. Romano was by my side, playing with the ends of my growing hair. It was just past my shoulders now. I smiled. Once he noticed I was awake, he brought his playful fingers to my face and brought me to a kiss.

"What in the world were you dreaming about? You were talking in your sleep," he said, moving his lips elsewhere to allow me to speak.

"It was a memory, from when you were younger living here. It was a very nice dream!"

"Oh, back when you were a huge jerk. I remember," he teased me, both with his words and his lips. "You must have been a huge closet pedophile. You kept on saying 'Oh Romano, you're so cute!' and 'he's so adorable!' I thought I was going to be sick. By the way, I'm not cute."

"Don't lie, you know you are. The dream reminded me of something really funny. Do you remember that time that you wet the bed, and you made me promise not to tell the girl in the picture?" I couldn't help but giggle still.

Romano stopped kissing me, the playfulness gone. He put one of his adorable frowns on his face as the memory finally sunk in. He looked horrified. His face got all red. He saw me laughing at his reaction and hid his face in one of our pillows.

"Oh, Romano, don't be mad! You were just a kid. Remember, you started this when you called me a pedophile."

He dropped the pillow and pinned my arms above me. He still looked pretty mad, but in a good way this time. "You really are a jerk, you know that." He commenced his favorite type of torture. He was kissing all of my pleasure spots, but I couldn't react or do anything about it.

"Don't you ever dream about that kind of shitty stuff again," he said, his face still flushed. All I could do was nod. He had won this round.

He kissed my lips to offer me some relief. I couldn't get enough of him He pulled away for a brief moment. He could be so mean sometimes.

"If you're going to dream about me, at least dream of me when I'm older. Then you can sleep talk of how sexy I am all you want"

"I usually do. It was kind of odd. Maybe I dreamed about baby Romano because your sister's going to have a baby soon."

"Ugh, don't remind me. For eight months, it's been a constant reminder that my little sister and that potato-loving bastard had sex. And now there's going to be a little Italian who actually likes potatoes. But I guess I can't completely hate it, you know. He or she will be my sister's baby. I can't believe I'm going to be an uncle. We'll have to keep the baby away from you, miss pedo."

"I'm only a pedo for you, Romano," I said, reaching up to kiss his nose. "I wonder what it would be like to have a little Romano running around again…" I pondered out loud.

Romano froze. He looked a bit panicked. "You…you don't want one…do…you? A baby I mean…"

I was stunned. I hadn't really thought of that. It might be nice, having a little baby Romano and adult Romano all to myself.

"Because I don't think you'd want to be pregnant. I mean that means no alcohol, and like no sex for a long time." He continued. He had really put a lot of thought behind this. I wonder how long he had been thinking about having a baby. Or in this case not having one.

"Maybe one day. I don't nee one now though. I really love my life just how it is."

That seemed to make him relax a bit. "But… you know, if you really wanted one, I wouldn't, you know, completely hate the idea. That is if you really wanted one and kept complaining about wanting a baby…"

Oh, Romano! He could make me so happy. "Someday," I promised, "but not now. All I want is you. Now, enough with the baby talk. Did you have an interesting dream last night?"

His face flushed as bright as a tomato. He avoided looking me directly in the eyes. I smiled broadly. We had been together for so long and he was still embarrassed about this kind of stuff.

"I-I…might have…you know dreamt about you…and me," he stuttered.

"Oh really? Show me." I said. I loved it when he was like this. He kissed me, and I was unrestrained now. I could love Romano however I wanted.

The phone rang. Romano tried to ignore it and continued what he was doing.

"Romano…answer the phone. It could be your sister."

"No. If you care so much, why don't you answer it."

"If you haven't noticed, you're on top of me."

"Fine!" he yelled. He rolled over and hung on to me so that I was on top. "Do whatever the fuck you want!"

This put me in the perfect position. I reached back or my favorite pair of Romano's underwear and started to slip them on him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

They were my favorite boxers because they had tomatoes all over them. I made it all the way up and kissed as many of the tomatoes as I could find. "Please," I said between kisses, "answer the phone."

The call went to our answering machine:

"You have reached Romano and Spain," we said together.

"If you wanted to reach me, I didn't answer because I didn't want to fucking talk to you. If you called Spain, I probably don't like you, and she'll never be available to you bastards. Don't fucking call here again!" said Romano's part.

"Please leave a message at the beep and we might get back to you!" my part said cheerfully at the end.

Veneciano's voice filled the speakers. "Hey, Romano. Looks like I called too early again. It is 1:30… Any way I just called to talk to you about baby names. I was thinking Potato if it was a boy. Potatina if it was girl. What do you think? Ooh, you know what we haven't talked about in a long time? All those girls you dated! How many was it? 14? 17? 23? Do you remember the one with the giant boo…"

She certainly had a way with her brother. He rolled off the bed and headed straight for the phone to cut his sister off. She was probably lying anyway. I've seen Romano try to pick up girls…she had to have been lying…there's no way. But he was adorable…and Italian. I looked down at my breasts. They weren't too small were they? Romano didn't seem to mind them.

"What the hell do you want?" he grumbled. His frown got deeper the more she talked.

"Yeah, I got it. Bye." He slammed the phone down.

"What was that about?" I asked as I welcomed him back into bed.

"My stupid sister told Poland and Lithuania to come talk to me about that stupid tomato box. She said they'd probably be by tomorrow. Fuck, I don't want guests."

"Did she forget that we burned it at our wedding?"

"Must have. Why would they want the old thing anyway? It's just a whole bunch of shitty trouble."

"They probably weren't looking for the box itself." That gave me an idea. "Hey, I know a way that we don't have to talk to them at all. In fact, we could have the whole day to ourselves like we normally do."

"Did I ever tell you how much I fucking love you?" He kissed me again, and we resumed where we had left off in his dream.