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Romano was in his and Spain's shared bedroom sleeping on their bed with a fever, Spain pressing a cold rag against his forehead. The older nation frowned deeply when he heard Romano whimper in his sleep and pressed a kiss to his temple. Spain had no idea how Romano got a fever (especially since it was summer) but as soon as he found out that Romano's temperature was well over 100 degrees, he stopped everything he was doing and took the younger one to bed.
Of course Romano tried to protest, saying that he was fine and 'didn't need anybody to take care of him damn it'. However, his protests stopped when he got nauseous and ran to the bathroom to throw-up in the toilet. Spain was right there beside him, holding him as he threw up and rubbing his back gently. It hurt the Spaniard's heart to see his lover like this, and it broke his heart when Romano started crying.
See, Romano was not a crier at ALL. Yes he would get depressed sometimes ad cry tears of joy but he never cried unless he had no choice in the matter. (For example, sometimes he gets extremely emotional during wars or if a mass murder happens) However, the nation did cry when he was sick. This was the reason why Romano HATED getting a fever or something like that. He felt like he was too dependent on others if he started getting a fever or if he started throwing up, and the fact that he holds in his emotions most of the time…Doesn't help things much. Besides, everyone cries while they're throwing up or after.
As soon as Romano started crying, Spain gathered him up his arms and took him to their bed (after cleaning him up). He put his lover in light pajamas and covered him up with lots of blankets and cuddled him as he fell asleep. Looking at him now, Spain sighed at seeing Romano so miserable and wished he could kick whatever illness had taken over his lover out of his system.
The Spaniard glanced over to the side when he heard Romano's computer make a soft 'ding', indicating that he had an email. Making sure that he didn't move Romano too much, he slowly got up off of their bed and brought the laptop to where they slept and opened it up. He raised an eyebrow a t the password that was needed. 'A password? Hm, maybe it's his birthday?' He tried typing in Romano's birth date, but all that came up was 'Sorry, this is the incorrect password'. Hmm…'The day he became independent?' That failed as well.
He tried multiple times to gain access to Romano's computer and after 10 minutes of constant trying, another thought came to him. 'I wonder…It's probably the wrong password but it's worth a shot.' He typed in the date that he and Romano got together and grinned when it was correct. 'THAT IS ADORABLE! MUY LINDO~!' Quickly calming down, he went to Romano's email and saw that it was from a fan. Sighing, he looked at Romano. He had been resting for a few hours now, and it was best to get this out of the way so Romano could continue sleeping.
With a deep breath and a prayer that he wouldn't lose his life, he put his hand on his lover's shoulder. "Roma~ Romaaa~ Mi corazon~ I know you're tired but you need to get up for a moment amor…" Romano groaned and pulled the covers over his head. This made Spain smile softly and he chuckled. "C'mon cariño, wake up por favor." Romano pulled the covers back and slowly opened his eyes to glare tiredly at Spain. "You better have a fucking good reason for fucking waking me up damn it."
Spain internally winced at the language. Let's just say that Romano cursed more when he was tired. "I know I know lo siento, but we have questions." Romano continued to glare at Spain before sighing and sitting up, rubbing his eyes and pulling the blankets closer toward him. "Fine. But you fucking owe me for waking me up you piece of shit." Spain chuckled and let the words roll off him, knowing that the Italian didn't mean it. "Okay these are the questions amor."
To: Italia Romano
Hello lovelys! I want to hug both of u even though Romano would probs attack me!
Spain: How do you put up with Romano when he is being a downer?
Romano: if you were stranded on a tiny island, with Spain , what three things do you bring? not including food and water, because I don't want you to die...
peace in a bowl of pasta!
Midnight Strikes
"I wouldn't hug me if I were you, I don't want you getting sick…" Romano muttered, the older nation laughing. Spain smiled lovingly and looked at Romano, who rolled his eyes. "I know that he has his issues, so I try to be there for him as much as possible! I'll tell him jokes and watch movies with him and cook for him and do anything he asks! I'll do anything to make him happy~"
Romano blushed slightly and sighed. "You're too cheesy sometimes…Anyway, I would bring my laptop, clothes, and a pillow or something like that…" "…Romano what about lube-" Romano hit Spain's arm tiredly. "Hell no. I am not about to be fucked, or fuck you on a damn island." Spain laughed and nodded. "Okay fine~ Alright that's all the questions so just rest…" Romano nodded and lied down on his back, pulling the covers up and shyly opening his arms. Spain grinned, put the laptop on the floor, and cuddled Romano once more. "Buenas noches mi amor~ Te amo!"
"…Buona note idiota."
AN: I'll update this again ASAP since I'm on Summer vacation! FINALLY. Until the next chapter in this, my other stories, or something new, Peace!
~HetaliaAndSpamanoFangirl
