The Italian Way 4/4
anonymous
August 21 2009, 06:47:54 UTC
Spain kissed him again and this time everything was slow and purposeful. Romano was suddenly very conscious of how little experience he actually had because Spain was really good at this. He brought his hand up to Spain’s shoulder, but he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He settled on kneading it softly, which Spain apparently took as a signal to back off, however slightly he did it. A quiet, questioning noise escaped Spain’s throat as he inspected Romano’s face.
There was a moment of tension in which Romano knew Spain was looking for some type of affirmation. He squeezed Spain’s shoulder again and mumbled, “Idiot,” under his breath, before sitting back into his chair.
The quiet (affectionate) insult eased all the tension in Spain’s body and he, too, sat back in his chair. He was smirking again, and Romano wondered if he’d just made the wrong decision. “You should’ve told me sooner, you know,” Spain said, sounding quite genuine. “You’ve made me go the whole day being jealous of those Germans.”
Romano scoffed and grabbed another slice of tomato. “You didn’t sound jealous to me. More like you wanted me to be with them.” He didn’t bother to hold back the annoyance in his voice. Spain had just pulled him through maybe the most mentally scarring conversation of his life and he wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
“Well, one must admit that they are attractive…” Spain said, smirking and raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Romano wondered for a moment if Spain really thought it was true and if it was, if he should be jealous. But really, he did not want to think about it anymore. “Just shut up about it, idiot.”
Spain was ignoring him again, consumed by his current train of thought. “Do you think they’d be up for something like that?”
“Ew!” Romano yelled. “Stop it, right now! That’s gross and I won’t hear any more. I’ll leave,” he pushed his chair back from the table slightly as a threat, “I swear I will.”
“Oh!” Spain exclaimed suddenly, face full of concern. Romano would have fallen over from the unexpected outburst if he hadn’t already been sitting down. “I hope you’ll come up with a nicer way to let Germany down then all this. I do think he’s gotten his hopes up a bit from your encounter this morning.”
Spain was onto that ridiculous thought again, and Romano felt a headache begin behind his eyes. Pushing himself up from the table to make himself more intimidating, Romano said, “If you don’t stop talking about those stupid, potato-eating bastards, I won’t-” he floundered for a second, “I won’t ever kiss you again.”
A loud gasp escaped Spain and he leaned across the table again. “That would be a tragedy, Lovino,” he said, sounding serious. “You do need to improve-”
Romano took the opportunity to shut Spain up again and save his aching head. With his lips.
Spain didn’t seem to mind.
uhm. someone should totally fill with bonus one. it would be awesome.
Re: The Italian Way 4/4
anonymous
August 21 2009, 07:55:29 UTC
Oh Romano, oh oblivious Spain~~~~~~~~~~~
I love how you play them out, the parts where Spain just kept coming up with (ridiculous) suggestions and advice about Romano's kissing skills, and Romano wanting Spain to just bloody pick up those hints. xDDDDDD
There was a moment of tension in which Romano knew Spain was looking for some type of affirmation. He squeezed Spain’s shoulder again and mumbled, “Idiot,” under his breath, before sitting back into his chair.
The quiet (affectionate) insult eased all the tension in Spain’s body and he, too, sat back in his chair. He was smirking again, and Romano wondered if he’d just made the wrong decision. “You should’ve told me sooner, you know,” Spain said, sounding quite genuine. “You’ve made me go the whole day being jealous of those Germans.”
Romano scoffed and grabbed another slice of tomato. “You didn’t sound jealous to me. More like you wanted me to be with them.” He didn’t bother to hold back the annoyance in his voice. Spain had just pulled him through maybe the most mentally scarring conversation of his life and he wasn’t going to let him get away with it.
“Well, one must admit that they are attractive…” Spain said, smirking and raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Romano wondered for a moment if Spain really thought it was true and if it was, if he should be jealous. But really, he did not want to think about it anymore. “Just shut up about it, idiot.”
Spain was ignoring him again, consumed by his current train of thought. “Do you think they’d be up for something like that?”
“Ew!” Romano yelled. “Stop it, right now! That’s gross and I won’t hear any more. I’ll leave,” he pushed his chair back from the table slightly as a threat, “I swear I will.”
“Oh!” Spain exclaimed suddenly, face full of concern. Romano would have fallen over from the unexpected outburst if he hadn’t already been sitting down. “I hope you’ll come up with a nicer way to let Germany down then all this. I do think he’s gotten his hopes up a bit from your encounter this morning.”
Spain was onto that ridiculous thought again, and Romano felt a headache begin behind his eyes. Pushing himself up from the table to make himself more intimidating, Romano said, “If you don’t stop talking about those stupid, potato-eating bastards, I won’t-” he floundered for a second, “I won’t ever kiss you again.”
A loud gasp escaped Spain and he leaned across the table again. “That would be a tragedy, Lovino,” he said, sounding serious. “You do need to improve-”
Romano took the opportunity to shut Spain up again and save his aching head. With his lips.
Spain didn’t seem to mind.
uhm. someone should totally fill with bonus one. it would be awesome.
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I love how you play them out, the parts where Spain just kept coming up with (ridiculous) suggestions and advice about Romano's kissing skills, and Romano wanting Spain to just bloody pick up those hints. xDDDDDD
Ah~ This was freaking cute...
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Oh Spain ♥ You just want a Romano show, don't you? Romano/Veneziano, Germany/Romano...
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