Title: Flirt

Pairing: Fem!Spain x Romano

Rating: T I guess

Spain was completely and totally done with Romano's shit.

He kept doing it. He kept doing the thing... He kept flirting with other girls.

Spain was an easy-going country, but even she had her limits. Even she could get jealous, and even she could want to kill people- just ask England.

She slammed open the door to Romano's bedroom (partly to confront him, partly because she knew he was changing) and said, "Romano, we need to talk!"

Romano jumped and whirled around to face her, his shirt down around his wrists. "Aaagh! Spain, get out, I'm changing!"

"I don't care!" Spain said, flipping her long hair behind her back. "We need to talk, and I expect you to listen, or I will steal all your clothes!"

"Spain!" Romano blushed bright red, pulling his shirt back on (messing up his hair in the process- holy churros, he was so cute).

"Okay Roma, here's the deal: You have to stop flirting with other girls."

Romano looked confused. "Okay...?"

"Don't 'Okay...?' me!" Spain said, placing a hand on her hip. "Do you want me to bring my ax into this? Because the next girl you flirt with is going to get a terrible surprise when I attack you!"

Romano glared at her. "I can flirt with whoever I want!"

Spain sighed and rolled her eyes. "Stop arguing. We both know you're only arguing because you don't like to agree with me."

Roman's face reddened once more. "N-no I'm not!"

"You just admitted it. You stammered."

"I fucking did not!"

"You fucking did too!"

Romano blinked in surprise. "You just swore."

"THAT LETS YOU KNOW I'M SERIOUS, ROMA."

Romano, instead of backing down, decided to continue the argument.

"Well, go be serious somewhere else! I can flirt with whoever I want, so there!"

Spain raised an eyebrow. "Well, I hope you don't expect any sex from now until forever." And with that, she whirled around and stomped from the room, though not before delighting in the way Romano's face paled in horror.

"Wait... Spain!" He ran after her and caught her arm just as she was leaving his room. She whirled around and pouted slightly at him.

"What?" she muttered, looking to the side.

He took a deep breath. "I... I promise..." He winced, then said in a rush, "Ipromisenottoflirtiwithprettygirls."

Her face brightened and she turned back to look at him. "Really?!"

He grimaced. "R... really."

She smiled. "Okay, but you still get punished for sounding so reluctant. No sex for a week~!" She turned and flounced from the room, then turned around. "Oh, and I'm spending the night at France's house, so won't be seeing you for a while. Bye!"

Romano sighed, then took off his shirt. He was going to sleep.

A/N Soooo... Yeah. I'm trying to update this a lot because I am close to fifty chapters so I'm like, "Whatevs might as well."

This was requested by VivaAmerica.