Not Like Them 3/4
anonymous
August 21 2010, 06:33:15 UTC
“Please, Romano,” the man pleaded, almost whining. “I don’t understand.”
There was silence again until Spain could hear his charge speak in a very small voice.
“You left me…”
“What?” Spain replied, unbelievingly. “B-but, mijo! You knew I was coming right back! I just want to Austria’s house for a visit, that’s all.”
He laughed a little at how silly it all was, but stopped when he saw Romano still glaring at him more furiously than ever. The boy’s face was turning red now, but he still looked like he didn’t have the energy for much more yelling. Spain’s face turned serious again, and he lowered his voice in a sincere apology.
“Perdoname. There’s more to it, isn’t there? Please, Roma. Tell me.”
The boy shook his head slowly, but stopped and held it in pain. Spain, growing even more worried now, reached out and risked another bite to bring his charge closer to him and hold him in his lap. Romano didn’t try to fight back, but he pushed his short arms against Spain’s chest in protest.
“Let me go, bastard,” he muttered. “Just go cuddle Feliciano.”
Spain looked down at him in surprise.
“Ita-chan? Why would I do that when I‘ve got you right here?”
Romano put his arms down and instead buried his head in Spain’s shirt by his stomach. He covered his face in his hands and shuddered with a sob.
“Romano!” Spain said, wrapping his arms around the weak body. “Don’t cry! I’m here for you.”
“Shut up,” Romano said, pounding a fist against him so softly he barely felt it. “I know you like him better. The messenger you sent…he said you were gonna be late because you were sad Austria wouldn’t trade me for him. You don’t care about me at all, you liar. You just-”
His mumbling was interrupted by a choking cough. Spain looked at him frantically. He knew he had to get Romano some food and water quickly, before he passed out.
“Listen, Roma, I have to go to the village to get some food. If you won’t come with me, I’ll just have to leave you here and bring some ba-”
A tiny hand gripped his shirt tighter all of a sudden. Spain looked down at his charge, confused.
“D-don’t leave me here, you stupid jerk…”
At first, the Spaniard was confused at Romano’s sudden change of mind, but finally, he understood. Romano certainly didn’t want to be left alone, no matter what he had said before.
“Of course not,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I could never do that.”
Romano hiccupped with a sniff as Spain held him close and stood up on shaky legs.
“I-I still hate you,” the boy informed him.
“That’s okay,” Spain told him with a gentle smile, “because I’ll never stop caring about you, Romano. You’re all I have. And - you’re the only one I want.”
He kissed his charge on the forehead and began walking. Romano looked up at him in a daze, eyebrows furrowed with his mixed feelings. He wanted to hit the man. Wanted to make him sorry he ever considered trading him for his brother. But even if he had the strength, he didn’t know if he would. Something about the kindness and sincerity in his boss’s voice almost made him want to trust him…a little.
There was silence again until Spain could hear his charge speak in a very small voice.
“You left me…”
“What?” Spain replied, unbelievingly. “B-but, mijo! You knew I was coming right back! I just want to Austria’s house for a visit, that’s all.”
He laughed a little at how silly it all was, but stopped when he saw Romano still glaring at him more furiously than ever. The boy’s face was turning red now, but he still looked like he didn’t have the energy for much more yelling. Spain’s face turned serious again, and he lowered his voice in a sincere apology.
“Perdoname. There’s more to it, isn’t there? Please, Roma. Tell me.”
The boy shook his head slowly, but stopped and held it in pain. Spain, growing even more worried now, reached out and risked another bite to bring his charge closer to him and hold him in his lap. Romano didn’t try to fight back, but he pushed his short arms against Spain’s chest in protest.
“Let me go, bastard,” he muttered. “Just go cuddle Feliciano.”
Spain looked down at him in surprise.
“Ita-chan? Why would I do that when I‘ve got you right here?”
Romano put his arms down and instead buried his head in Spain’s shirt by his stomach. He covered his face in his hands and shuddered with a sob.
“Romano!” Spain said, wrapping his arms around the weak body. “Don’t cry! I’m here for you.”
“Shut up,” Romano said, pounding a fist against him so softly he barely felt it. “I know you like him better. The messenger you sent…he said you were gonna be late because you were sad Austria wouldn’t trade me for him. You don’t care about me at all, you liar. You just-”
His mumbling was interrupted by a choking cough. Spain looked at him frantically. He knew he had to get Romano some food and water quickly, before he passed out.
“Listen, Roma, I have to go to the village to get some food. If you won’t come with me, I’ll just have to leave you here and bring some ba-”
A tiny hand gripped his shirt tighter all of a sudden. Spain looked down at his charge, confused.
“D-don’t leave me here, you stupid jerk…”
At first, the Spaniard was confused at Romano’s sudden change of mind, but finally, he understood. Romano certainly didn’t want to be left alone, no matter what he had said before.
“Of course not,” he replied. “I’m sorry. I could never do that.”
Romano hiccupped with a sniff as Spain held him close and stood up on shaky legs.
“I-I still hate you,” the boy informed him.
“That’s okay,” Spain told him with a gentle smile, “because I’ll never stop caring about you, Romano. You’re all I have. And - you’re the only one I want.”
He kissed his charge on the forehead and began walking. Romano looked up at him in a daze, eyebrows furrowed with his mixed feelings. He wanted to hit the man. Wanted to make him sorry he ever considered trading him for his brother. But even if he had the strength, he didn’t know if he would. Something about the kindness and sincerity in his boss’s voice almost made him want to trust him…a little.
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