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Spain x Romano - Happy

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Spain x Romano – Happy


Romano watched in admiration as Spain plucked each individual string of his beloved classic acoustic guitar, each pluck causing a resounding melody to echo throughout the foundations of the room and enter Romano's soul. He loved hearing Spain play guitar as much as he loved Tomatoes (Which was a lot), but he was sick of these classic family scenes by the fireplace on a starlit evening – Yadda-yadda-yadda, all that crap. Romano didn't like families much since his hadn't gone down too well. His Grandpa Rome was dead, and his younger brother, Italy, kept running off to the Potato loving bastard like a loyal puppy. His family was rather broken, and Spain was all he had. He didn't want to call Spain his family though, in case doing so would cause their relationship to break.
Romano looked deep into the bright flames in the fireplace, watching them dance and frolic in the ash and bricks. He wondered whether the fire was a guest in the fireplace, or a prisoner. He thought guest since it was dancing, but then the fire spat out some burning ash, as if trying to escape, and he wasn't sure anymore.  He turned back to watch Spain playing the guitar again; Spain with his lightly tanned face ducked down over the wooden neck of the guitar, his green eyes focused on the strings, his curly, dark-brown hair flowing ever so slightly in the evening breeze that rolled through the open door. As much as the breeze made Spain look good it was making Romano cold, so he got up and closed the door.

"Lovi~" Cooed Spain, "Why did you close the door? That was a nice breeze flowing in just now!" Spain was looking directly at Romano with his bright, emerald green eyes, yet he was still managing to play the guitar perfectly. Over the years of playing, he had become accustomed to where the strings were and could easily play a song blindfolded.
"I'm cold, you bastard!" Replied Romano in annoyance. Others would have flinched and felt offended when called a bastard, but Spain took it all in his stride; it was almost as if "Bastard" was his actual name. He placed the guitar carefully onto the floor, leaning it against the chair he was sitting on, before opening his arms out wide and grinning like an idiot at Romano.
"Come into my arms, Lovi! I shall warm you." This only made Romano retreat further from the olive-skinned Spaniard.
"No way, you pervert!" Snarled Romano, clenching his fists, ready to punch Spain if he tried anything.
"Ah~Lovi!" Cried Spain, placing his hands on his cheeks and looking down with his eyes closed in adoration, "You're so cute when you're irritated!"
"Bastard!" Yelped Romano. He had intended to return to sitting on the rug on the floor once he had closed the door, but he didn't want to get too close to Spain.

"Why must you be so harsh?" Sighed Spain, now resting his chin on the back of his hand, his elbow resting on the armchair.
"Because you're a perverted old man." Mumbled Romano.
Spain just shrugged and exhaled as he picked his guitar back up. He knew there was no point fighting with Romano as it would all end with Romano throwing more insults than usual at him and locking himself in his room, refusing to acknowledge Spain as he tried to apologise to him through the door. He began to play again. Not any particular song, just strumming pointlessly. Romano felt that whilst Spain was focused on the guitar it was safe to return to the rug without being molested or something. He sauntered forwards and sat down again, exhaling in boredom. Spain took no notice; it was almost as if the guitar had absorbed his consciousness, leaving him an empty shell repeating the same swift arm movements, strumming the guitar for the rest of eternity. Romano sort of wished that he could accomplish the same act as the guitar – taking in Spain's consciousness for himself so that he was the only thing Spain paid attention to. Romano blushed and quickly shook his head. No, he didn't want that. He promised himself that he'd stop going after Spain with these unrequited feelings. Spain thought of him and Romano as boss and subordinate, and though Romano longed to be much more he also didn't want Spain to hate him. A lot of people seemed to hate him already, so he didn't want that list expanding.

Spain finally looked up from his trance and smiled at Romano, whom frowned in return. He didn't particularly want to frown, as it might cause Spain to hate him someday. But he didn't want to let Spain through his barrier, because then Spain would be able to manipulate his feelings and break him. He didn't want to be broken again.
"Hey, Lovi? Doesn't this remind you of old times?"
"What times, bastard?" Replied Romano, scowling now rather than frowning. He wasn't annoyed at Spain really, but more at himself for not remembering the "old times". Still, he was just a kid then, so of course he wouldn't remember. Who remembers being a kid anyway?
"We used to sit by the fire like this, listening to the guitar." Sighed Spain, now looking into the fireplace, "Except you used to sit closer to me. Right here." He patted the arm of the chair and smiled at Romano.
"I'm too big to fit there anymore, idiot." Exclaimed Romano, blushing angrily.
"You're too big for your cute little apron too. How sad."
"Quit sounding like a pervert."
"I am what I am." Laughed Spain. Spain was joking of course, but Romano was being serious. He still remembered the time that Spain pulled on his curl of hair. As…nice…as it had felt, it had been very perverted of Spain.

The two of them gazed into the fireplace at the dwindling flames which were as faint as the conversation. It wasn't that they didn't have a lot in common; it was just that Romano didn't want to show enthusiasm in the conversations in case Spain blackmailed him with what he was passionate about. Romano sighed. Why did he think of Spain as such a bad guy? He loved his boss, and yet he struggled to trust him. No offence to Spain though – Romano didn't trust many people.
"Hey, Lovi?" Said Spain, still focusing mainly on the guitar.
"What it is, bastard?"
"Do you like me?"
Romano felt his face going red. Shit! What if Spain looked up and saw his red face? Ah, he had to hide it – casually. He turned away from Spain to face the fire again. Okay, his face was relatively hidden; now onto answering the question.  Of course he liked Spain, more than Spain knew. But did he really want Spain to know? Should he lie and say no? What would Spain do then? Probably act all heart broken or something, and Romano couldn't be doing with Spain being a drama queen. What about if he said yes? Well, Spain wouldn't know that he meant it in the like-like way – Spain was too dense for that – but still to admit that he liked Spain at all…What would happen? Romano didn't know; he'd never told Spain that he liked him before.
"Ah, hurry up, Romano!" The Italian thought to himself, "Answer him; he'll start getting suspicious of the delay soon!" But what should he say? How about saying both at once?...How would he do that though? Or perhaps neither at once?
"Ah!" He thought, "I've got it!"

"W-What do you think, jackass?" Exclaimed Romano. Success! He hadn't answered directly, and he added a bit of Romano flair at the end, as if adding Mozzarella Cheese to Pasta. Spain chuckled lightly and finally looked up from the guitar. His bright green eyes made Romano's heart skip a beat.
"I think you like me." Announced Spain, "You have no reason not to! Ahahaha~"
"You're so fucking full of yourself, idiot."
"Well if I wasn't full of myself, then what would I be full of?" Laughed Spain. It was probably a rhetorical question, but Romano thought of an answer anyway.
"Tomatoes, perhaps?"
"Ah, that would be good!"
"Yeah. But, then again, if you were full of Tomatoes that might class you as a Tomato yourself, thus eating Tomatoes would be cannibalism, and so, you'd be shunned."
Spain sighed, tuning his guitar simultaneously, "Well I guess I don't want to be full of Tomatoes after all."
"You actually took me seriously?!" Thought Romano, surprised. Though should he have really been surprised? Spain was an idiot after all. Romano looked down at the Spanish design on the rug, trying to take his mind off the sad realisation that he too was an idiot. Honestly, he fell head-over-heels for his boss and didn't stop to think about it. Well he had recently realised that they could never be together, and that had hurt. Why would Spain want to be with someone that was like a brother or a child to him in that way? Romano seriously had to stop thinking about these things; they made his head hurt, as well as his heart. He clutched his chest.

"Hey, are you hurt, Lovi?" Cried Spain, resting his guitar on the chair and ambling over to Romano.
"I-I'M FINE! GET AWAY, YOU PERVERT!" Squealed Romano, raising his arms in defence, "I…MY STOMACH RUMBLED, SO I CLUTCHED MY TUMMY."
"Eh? But Lovi, that's your chest you're clutching."
"CLOSE ENOUGH, DUMB SHIT!"
Romano hurriedly stood up and vastly strode towards the kitchen in a huff. What a lame excuse he made, now he had to eat something in order to actually make it seem like he was hungry. He didn't mind eating though, especially when they had fresh Tomatoes. He opened the fridge and grabbed a large, red Tomato. He slammed the fridge door shut violently and, eyes sparkling in joy, took a large bite out of the juicy fruit. Spain entered the kitchen shortly afterwards, sighing at the site of Romano.
"Couldn't you at least try to do something creative with the Tomato? Other than eating it raw?"
"Hmm?" Romano grumbled in the midst of chewing, "Like what?"
"Like cooking it. You know, throw in some Onion and Herbs. Make some of the Tomatoes into a Ragu?" Spain used vivid hand gestures to explain the cooking process, but they were in vain as Romano lifted his head high, acting proud, ignoring Spain's efforts.
"Why should I? It's so much easier to just eat it like this. Besides, I…I was hungry. I couldn't spend forever cooking."
"Ah, why can't you cook like Ita-chan?" Breathed Spain, "You could really learn a thing or two from your younger brother." Ah, there Spain went again; comparing the two brothers. He was sick of hearing the words "Why can't you be more like Ita-chan?" and "You could learn something from Ita-chan" coming out of Spain's mouth. If he liked his brother so much better then why didn't he just hang around with him instead and leave him to eat Tomatoes however he liked? Romano hurled the half-eaten Tomato at Spain's face. GOAL! It hit him right on the cheek.
"Ouch!" Yelped Spain, "What was that for?"
"Figure it out for yourself, moron!" Romano spat before storming past Spain, up the stairs to his room.

Romano bustled himself into his room and quickly closed the door in case Spain was silently following, locking it from the inside. He exhaled and went to collapse onto his bed, selecting a pillow to cuddle as he did. Romano pouted as he hugged his pillow. To be honest he felt bad about throwing that Tomato at Spain. Not because he felt bad for Spain or anything – that Tomato was delicious, thus it was a waste to throw it at that moron.
"Spain isn't even coming after me." He muttered under his breath, "What a son of a bitch." He rolled over onto his side, facing the doorway. Perhaps Spain was just delaying? Maybe he'd come later? Romano decided to wait for him, as per usual; like how he'd waited all morning for Spain to wake up and make him breakfast when he was little, or how he'd waited for his unrequited love to be returned. Ah, he was thinking of those painful things again. He seriously had to quit doing that. Or, actually, was he meant to confront the pain head on? He didn't know, and he didn't particularly care right at that moment. All he really wanted was for Spain to walk through the door and scold him. Or something. Romano was getting sick of waiting – after a whole life of waiting he had become quite an impatient person, though he should have become used to the waiting by that point. He rolled over to his other side, looking out of the window. Though it was evening it wasn't that dark; he could still just about see the outlines of the trees and flowers in Spain's plentiful garden. Romano was always amazed by the beauty of the Spanish scenery, but he never cared to express it to the country himself. Spain's head was big enough as it was – he didn't need more ego boosting.
Romano jolted at a knock at his door, falling off the bed due to his panicked flustering. He lay upside down on the floor, watching as the door slowly creaked open, revealing the bright, happy face of Spain.

"Hola, Lovi~" Laughed Spain, "I brought you some Tomatoes. Big, juicy ones!" Romano was still slightly pissed, but his head cleared slightly at the sight of the delicious Tomatoes resting on the plate within Spain's hands. He drooled, sitting up in a position that said "Bring on the Tomatoes".
Spain went to sit down beside Romano, handing him the plate. Romano immediately dug in.
"Hey, I still don't understand why you threw that Tomato at me." Said Spain, frowning.
"Well try to." Replied Romano between chewing, "I'm not going to tell you, bastard."
"Hmm?" Spain looked forwards at the blank wall before him. He wasn't staring at it for any real reason; he was simply trying to figure out why Romano was being so extra harsh, and what to say in order to start a conversation. They were silent for a moment, only Romano eating could be heard, until Spain, unable to stay quiet for long periods of time, interrupted the silence.
"Was it perhaps because you just wanted to destroy something beautiful?"
"No. And quit using "Fight Club" quotes on me, jackass."
"Please tell me, Lovi!" Begged Spain, "If you don't tell me, I'll cry."
"Go ahead, but keep in mind that crying will ruin your reputation."
"Not true." Replied Spain, stealing a Tomato much to Romano's despair, "If I cry then ladies shall see me as a sensitive guy, thus getting me laid." He laughed, but Romano didn't laugh with him. He blushed angrily, gripping the plate tightly, wishing to smash it over Spain's stupid head.
"Ah, Lovi! You've gone as red as the Tomatoes!" Cooed Spain, pulling the Italian into a hug, "You're ripe, you're ripe! I can eat you!" Romano cheered up a bit. He remembered how Spain would often play this game with him when he was little, and Romano would laugh jovially, loving every minute spent playing with his Boss Spain; falling deeper and deeper in love with the Spaniard.

"I'm too old for this!" He protested, pretending to hate the game, "Let me go, pervert!"
"Awh, but you're such a great harvest!" Chuckled Spain, reluctantly releasing him. Romano felt a bit sad when those strong, tanned arms let him go. But he had to let him go. If he could distance himself then perhaps those feelings for his Boss would fade. It was probably a foolish idea, but by that point he was desperate for an escape from that sadness. He longed for their days together to be like that of the past; where he did not love Spain but simply admired him.
"Y'know, Lovi. You've been distancing yourself more so than usual. Is something wrong?"
Romano flinched. So Spain had been noticing. Romano thought he was denser than that, so how was he able to realise? Well whatever the reason he had to act like he was fine. He had to act like his heart wasn't throbbing to the point where he thought it'd explode.
"I'm fine." He mumbled, looking down at the plate, "I'm…really fine…Bastard…" Spain stared at the back of the Italian's head for a while, seemingly unconvinced. But he then smiled his usual, breath-taking smile and got up from the floor, exhaling in relief.
"Well that's good to hear. I don't like it when you're upset." He ruffled Romano's hair and strode to the doorway, "See you later, Lovi~" he called before finally departing, leaving Romano in lonely silence. He heard muffled, happy whistling and the Spaniards footsteps going down the winding stairs. When he felt sure that Spain was out of earshot Romano flung the plate at the wall. With a loud smash the plate cracked and the Tomatoes oozed over the glossy floor. It painted a picture of his heart's condition. He curled up into a ball, mumbling "Stop being so nice to me, bastard." And then he wept where he lay.
Warning: Contains Yaoi (BOY X BOY)
Okay, not much Yaoi. Not even Shounen-Ai to be honest. But it's a guy loving a guy loving a guy, so whatever. XD
Squee~ I love how this turned out! Really, it may be one of my best. Sadly, it'll probably never turn out this good again. But let us savour it for now.
Sorry for emo Romano, but he shall cheer up in the next few chapters. Yes, there is more to come - fear not, Romano! I shall write about your heart being mended!
Critique is welcomed, comments are appreciated.
Thank you and enjoy!

Spain and Romano belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
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DID I COOLO THIS ONE!!!!! don't think I did!!! to much of an effort to look through the comment box!!!11 REALLY LIKE THIS ONE!