This is set when Spain was Chibimano's boss - so not actually Spamano.

"Romano? Roma, wake up."

The small Nation was not happy at being woken. Not happy at all. It wasn't even light! He squirmed under the covers, moaning in complaint. And then that jerk had the nerve to flip them back and lift him up.

Spain settled him on his hip, one arm supporting him and the other stroking his hair.

"You'll like this, cariño, I promise. I've been planning this for a while."

They walked - well, Spain walked, carrying Romano - like this, the child cuddling into his Boss when they left the main house. As they walked up a hill, Spain was talking softly.

"Not much longer, Romanito."

Romano was set down on a blanket, among a pile of cushions from the house. Spain flopped down next to him, grinning. "I brought these and some treats as well!"

"Huh?"

"Well, I was going to bed and then I looked out of my window and I thought I'd bring you out here! I've been doing this for about an hour!" He gently pulled Romano down to lie next to him. "Look up."

The sky was a soft, dark blanket above them that was decorated with an endless swirl of stars. It was a new moon, so those little points seemed to shine even brighter. Spain's arm wrapped around him, despite the night being warm enough that he didn't need to.

And then Spain pointed up with the other. "See that constellation?" Romano followed the finger. "It's Hercules."

'I know!' Romano wanted to snap at him. His grandfather had shown him the constellations, had told him the stories behind each of those figures placed in the sky by the gods.

But… It was nice, like this. Spain's voice was nice, his arm around him was nice and the memories of long-ago nights with his grandfather, looking up into the sky… They were more than nice.

So he lay there peacefully as the idiota started telling the tale of the Twelve Tasks of Hercules, holding back giggles when he got little bits wrong. Part way through the story, Spain sat up and pulled over a small basket.

"I almost forgot! Little treats to eat!"

So Romano listened to rest of it, eating small cakes and sweets, and when Spain finished at Hercules redeeming himself, Romano pointed at Cassiopeia. ("No, not that one, idiot. This one!") He told Spain the legend of Cassiopeia and Andromeda.

"... And so, to show she couldn't escape her punishment, Neptune put her up in the sky tied to a chair! And as the heavens turn, she's upside down for six months every year!"

"Isn't it a Greek myth? Shouldn't that be Poseidon?"

"Hmph. Nonno's gods are way better than Ancient Greece's." He crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks, even though Spain couldn't see.

"How cute~" Romano felt a hand ruffling his hair and before he could retaliate, Spain picked out another constellation to talk about.

By the time he'd finished, his little Romanito was sound asleep.