Title: Remember:

Pairing: Fem!Spain x Romano

Rating: T

Romano scowled at the ground and he walked down the sidewalk. His dark brown hair was just long enough to blow crazily in the wind and get into his brown-green eyes, which made him scowl even more. He had told himself he wouldn't come here, but Spain was just... too hard to resist.

Not that there had been any need to resist her or anything. Meaning that she hadn't even invited him over. He was just... going there, uninvited, which he knew would make her extremely happy (which was a good part of the reason he was coming anyways, though he would never admit that to anyone, including himself).

He sighed to himself, cheeks heating up as he envisioned Spain's warm smile. Even though he didn't want to go to Spain's house (yeah right. Ignore him, he doesn't know what he's talking about) he couldn't wait to see her.

He walked up the front garden (which was filled with his favorite plant: Solanum lycopersicum, more commonly known as a tomato) and up the front steps. He took a deep, steeling breath before reaching out and gently tapping on the door. Immediately the door opened outward, smacking him in the face and nearly sending him tumbling down the stairs. Fortunately, he never had the chance to fall because in the split second between the opening of the door and him tipping over Spain had reached forward and tugged him into a tight squeeze-hug, and not even, like, God and Lucifer and the whole cast of Supernatural could make her let him go. Not even tomatoes. That's pretty much the definition of dedication right there.

"Mrrggh, Spagna, let me go!" Romano mumbled, unable to breathe.

"Romaromaromaromaromaromaromaroma~!" Spain said in a high-pitched, excited voice. "Oh, you came to see me and it was a surprise I'm so happy! So, so, so, sososo happy!"

"Yeah, me too," Romano gasped. "Now please stop hugging me so tight because I can'tbreathe." The last words came out in a rush as Spain hugged him even tighter before suddenly letting him go and pulling him into her house.

"I was just going through some of my old stuff in the attic!" she babbled excitedly. "Hey, how would you like it if I put on my old pirate clothes?"

"I would like that very much," Romano said before he could stop himself. But really, what was he supposed to answer? He still remembered what she had looked like in her pirate clothes... her long, chocolatey hair blowing in the wind, her green eyes sparkling with adventure, and an inappropriate amount of smooth tanned skin showing. Yep, he would really like to see her in her pirate clothes again.

"Okay~! I'll put them on then! Oh, oh, Romano, guess what, guess what? I found your old clothes when you were a baby!" She suddenly stopped walking and threw her arms around his neck, nearly sending him toppling over. "YOU WERE SO CUTE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE!" she shrieked.

"I-I'm sure I was," Romano managed to say even as he leaned against the wall to steady himself. "Um, Spain, if we're going to go to the attic maybe we should just go to the attic, because if you do that again I will probably fall over."

"Oh," Spain murmured, looking disappointed. She pulled away from Romano, but kept her hands on his shoulders. "I get it. You just don't like hugging me, do you?" She looked down at the floor, pouting sadly, and instantly Romano started innerly freaking out. He hated it when she was sad! He never knew what to do!

"N-no, it's not that, it's just that I don't want to fall over! I like hugging you! Of course I like hugging you!" he admitted, cheeks glowing red.

She smiled craftily. "Hah, I knew it!" she said happily, wrapping her arms around his neck once more and placing a few chaste kisses to his jaw. "I know you liked hugging me!"

Romano blushed. Stupid Spain had tricked him! How had she managed that when he was so smart? It... it must have been that stupid smile she was always giving him... or maybe it was when she had mentioned her pirate clothes... (mm, pirate clothes)

"Y-yeah, so I like hugging you!" stammered the blushing South Italy. "Big fucking deal! Now let's just go up to the attic already!" I mean, while Romano did like hugging Spain, he would like it better if he was hugging her while she was wearing those form-fitting pirate clothes...

"Okay! Let's go then!" Spain grabbed his hands and dragged him up the three sets of stairs that led to her attic, which was dusty and brownish gray and filled with boxes of every shape and size. There were cardboard boxes from more recent times; wooden, salt-water-stained crates; old-fashioned, fancy trunks; beat-up old suitcases covered in travel stickers; and basically any other storage unit imaginable. Romano stared in a mixture of awe and surprise. He hadn't been up here since he was a little kid who barely went past Spain's knee. Everything seemed so much bigger and older than it had before, not to mention the amount of clutter that had been added.

"Oh, look Romano!" Spain said excitedly, hopping forward towards an open chest and dragging Romano behind her (because she didn't want to let go of his hand). "It's your baby clothes~!" Spain reached into the trunk and pulled out a green dress. She handed the dress to Romano, who blushed and marveled at the fact that he had once been small enough to fit into a dress so small. Spain handed him a frilly white apron and then smiled sweetly at him.

"You were so cute back then!" she informed him. "N-not that you're not cute now," she quickly stammered. "You're incredibly cute. Too cute, actually. Sometimes I just want to grab you and hug you until I can't hug you anymore."

"O-oh. Okay then. Um... I... I..." Romano squinched his eyes a bit as he tried to force the words (sometimes I want to hug you forever too) but in the end he gave up. "N-next time... um... you can do that. If you want..."

Spain's eyes crinkled as she smiled, knowing exactly what he had wanted to say. Romano blushed at her smile and then turned, embarrassed, to look through some more boxes.

"Hey, Spain, what's this?" he asked after a moment. He tugged gently on her hand- which was still holding his, of course -and gestured with his head towards the object he held in his free hand. Spain leaned curiously forward, then blanched as she saw the object he was holding.

"That's my map of the Americas," she murmured lowly. She took one end of it in her hand and unfurled the rolled-up map until they were each holding one side of it. Normally she would have pointed out (with a giggle, of course) that they were partners, but the map sobered her up. "I used them when I... um... when I..." Spain looked guiltily down at her bare feet, which were growing cold from the wooden floor of the attic.

"When you did... the Spanish Inquisition?" Romano asked quietly.

"...Yeah." Spain admitted quietly. "When I did the Spanish Inquisition."

"You thought you were doing the right thing," Romano instantly defended. "You thought you were... helping."

"Maybe. But that doesn't change what I did. All those innocent people I killed... their blood is on my hands. I'll have to live with the guilt of my actions... forever."

Romano squirmed around worriedly, wondering what he could do to comfort her. Finally he let go of his end of the map, sending it snapping back into a roll, and awkwardly put a hand on her shoulder, even managing to rub his thumb lightly against her cloth-covered shoulder. She turned to look at him with a small, melancholy smile, then leaned in and pressed a small, quick kiss on his mouth. Romano blushed but returned it. Spain was the first one to pull away, which was a first for them.

"Um... anyways..." Spain said softly, eyes locked with Romano's. "Do you want to... um... keep looking through these boxes?"

"Do you want to?"

"Do you?"

"If you want to."

"I don't really want to."

"Then what should we do?" Spain asked with a coy smile.

Romano tilted his head to the side, considering. "Pirate clothes?" he asked.

Spain wiggled her eyebrows. "Pirate clothes."

A/N Okay so all of my oneshots just end hinting in sex. *wriggles eyebrows* Do you think that says something about me? XD

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