100 Ways to Woo an Italian [7/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:10:46 UTC
Ew, why is this so long all of a sudden? D:
"I just remembered, mi tomate. I love how your hair looks when it's wet."
"Wh-what? Bastard! The hell, that's not a reason!"
"What did you expect?" he shrugged sheepishly. "People do foolish things for love."
"I swear to God, if you say it one more time..."
"And I love you, Lovino~"
And Romano's door slammed in his face for the millionth time. But it was okay, because he'd seen the blush this time. Not just an angry rush of blood to the head- this was definitely a blush. And on his little tomato, for him? That made anything worth it.
~*~
"DID YOU DO THIS?"
Lovino shoved a green little cellphone up in Spain's face, rubbing around on him in the most irritated manner possible.
"I can't see what you're holding, my little tomato..."
"Don't call me that, dammit! Did you do this to my phone?!"
He flipped it open to reveal 'I Love You' scratched neatly across the top of the screen. Spain rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well... okay, you caught me? I'll get you a new phone if you're that upset, Lovi."
"Don't call me that either! God! Why are you even still in my house?"
"I thought that much was obvious, eh? I did just carve it into your phone."
"Th-that-! You-!"
Romano clenched his jaws and took a few deep breaths until his ears stopped practically spilling steam.
"Spain, listen to me for once, okay? I don't want to be around you anymore. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing with me, and I don't care. Get out of my house, stop vandalizing my stuff, stop calling me your tomato, and go away!"
His affections were startling at first. Then they were funny. They were even pretty sweet for a while. But his constant attentions were coming on a whole month, and it was edging on unbearable!
Spain's face fell a bit, but he didn't look as crestfallen as Romano would have hoped. He stood up with an apologetic sort of smile and grabbed the stammering little nation's hands in his own.
"Lovino, will you never believe me?
He sighed, still smiling in a way that was probably meant to look sad, and that Lovino couldn't comprehend as anything but infuriatingly cocky.
"Not when you're lying through your teeth, I won't!"
He threw his arms up in exasperation. "I don't get it! I don't get you at all! My whole life, my whole life, you've never been like this. And now you just drop out of the sky onto my doorstep, and expect what, dammit? I don't need you anymore, boss. A-And I don't have to call you boss anymore, either! I wanted you out of my life, Spain bastard!"
His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles went white, and Spain's heart dropped straight to the floor when he was almost sure Romano's eyes were welling up.
"I... I wasn't...? I never hurt you. I never laid a finger on you. Lovino...?"
Romano let out a loud and growly sigh, and turned away where Spain couldn't see his face. Dammit, was he crying? Dammit. Dammit. That bastard didn't deserve to make him feel like this, he... dammit.
Spain never hit him, okay, that was true. But... dammit, just damn it all. It was abuse; it was passive abuse. And that was worse, wasn't it?
"I wish hitting me was all you'd done," he huffed out, clenching his teeth in a truly defiant effort not to sniffle.
"What?"
"At least bruises heal, okay? I don't even want to remember anything. What's wrong with you? And now I finally thought I could move on, dammit, and here you are. What the hell, boss? I mean... what the hell, okay? Okay? Okay?!"
"Okay."
Romano inhaled sharply when arms wrapped around him out of nowhere. And then there was a warm body against him... God, it must have been Spain, right? And... dammit, was that guy kissing his head? He wasn't some kind of girl, okay? He didn't need to be coddled. He didn't mean to cry! Shit, it was, like, one tear.
...But it felt kind of good, so he didn't say anything.
"I just remembered, mi tomate. I love how your hair looks when it's wet."
"Wh-what? Bastard! The hell, that's not a reason!"
"What did you expect?" he shrugged sheepishly. "People do foolish things for love."
"I swear to God, if you say it one more time..."
"And I love you, Lovino~"
And Romano's door slammed in his face for the millionth time. But it was okay, because he'd seen the blush this time. Not just an angry rush of blood to the head- this was definitely a blush. And on his little tomato, for him? That made anything worth it.
~*~
"DID YOU DO THIS?"
Lovino shoved a green little cellphone up in Spain's face, rubbing around on him in the most irritated manner possible.
"I can't see what you're holding, my little tomato..."
"Don't call me that, dammit! Did you do this to my phone?!"
He flipped it open to reveal 'I Love You' scratched neatly across the top of the screen. Spain rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well... okay, you caught me? I'll get you a new phone if you're that upset, Lovi."
"Don't call me that either! God! Why are you even still in my house?"
"I thought that much was obvious, eh? I did just carve it into your phone."
"Th-that-! You-!"
Romano clenched his jaws and took a few deep breaths until his ears stopped practically spilling steam.
"Spain, listen to me for once, okay? I don't want to be around you anymore. I don't know what the hell you think you're doing with me, and I don't care. Get out of my house, stop vandalizing my stuff, stop calling me your tomato, and go away!"
His affections were startling at first. Then they were funny. They were even pretty sweet for a while. But his constant attentions were coming on a whole month, and it was edging on unbearable!
Spain's face fell a bit, but he didn't look as crestfallen as Romano would have hoped. He stood up with an apologetic sort of smile and grabbed the stammering little nation's hands in his own.
"Lovino, will you never believe me?
He sighed, still smiling in a way that was probably meant to look sad, and that Lovino couldn't comprehend as anything but infuriatingly cocky.
"Not when you're lying through your teeth, I won't!"
He threw his arms up in exasperation. "I don't get it! I don't get you at all! My whole life, my whole life, you've never been like this. And now you just drop out of the sky onto my doorstep, and expect what, dammit? I don't need you anymore, boss. A-And I don't have to call you boss anymore, either! I wanted you out of my life, Spain bastard!"
His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles went white, and Spain's heart dropped straight to the floor when he was almost sure Romano's eyes were welling up.
"I... I wasn't...? I never hurt you. I never laid a finger on you. Lovino...?"
Romano let out a loud and growly sigh, and turned away where Spain couldn't see his face. Dammit, was he crying? Dammit. Dammit. That bastard didn't deserve to make him feel like this, he... dammit.
Spain never hit him, okay, that was true. But... dammit, just damn it all. It was abuse; it was passive abuse. And that was worse, wasn't it?
"I wish hitting me was all you'd done," he huffed out, clenching his teeth in a truly defiant effort not to sniffle.
"What?"
"At least bruises heal, okay? I don't even want to remember anything. What's wrong with you? And now I finally thought I could move on, dammit, and here you are. What the hell, boss? I mean... what the hell, okay? Okay? Okay?!"
"Okay."
Romano inhaled sharply when arms wrapped around him out of nowhere. And then there was a warm body against him... God, it must have been Spain, right? And... dammit, was that guy kissing his head? He wasn't some kind of girl, okay? He didn't need to be coddled. He didn't mean to cry! Shit, it was, like, one tear.
...But it felt kind of good, so he didn't say anything.
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