Not Like Them 4/4
anonymous
August 21 2010, 06:35:39 UTC
“No one’s…ever wanted me,” he whispered. “Not even Romajii-chan.”
Spain looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Your grandpa?”
Romano bent his head down in a half-nod.
“He always liked Feliciano better. I was never as good at painting or trade or anything. He was always better than me. I was just...ignored.”
Spain frowned and looked at the bundle in his arms with sympathy. Had this child always been cast aside? Did he feel inferior to his brother? And I did nothing to help with that, he reminded himself guiltily. How could he ever make this up to the boy? It would take a lot of work to prove that his promises were true.
“You don’t have to feel that way anymore. I’ll be a good boss to you, mijo. You can count on it. I’m sorry for what I did. It was wrong of me to ask for your brother instead. I was too stupid to realize I already had someone great right here. Please, can’t you forgive me? I promise I‘ll keep you safe.”
Romano turned his face further into Spain’s shirt, muffling his words. His body shook with his voice.
“Why should I believe you? It’ll only hurt more when you leave me alone. You’ll let me go…the moment I trust you.”
“No!” Spain insisted, his hoarse voice suddenly forceful. “I’m not like them, Romano! I won’t ever abandon you. You’re mine! Mio! And I don‘t want anyone else. I don’t-”
Romano’s eyes widened slightly in shock when he felt a tear drip down onto him from Spain’s chin. He craned his neck slowly to look up at the man and saw that he really was shedding new tears for him with the promises he made. His boss sighed and looked down at him too.
“If you can’t believe my words…will you trust my face?”
The boy was quiet. He turned his face away again and closed his eyes. I want to believe you…
“Please give me a chance to prove it to you,” he heard the man say. “I know it’ll take time, but I’ll make you see - you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
Romano clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He could feel Spain lift him up higher and nuzzle against him, leaving a kiss on his cheek. The feeling he left was warm and comforting. It was a kind of security Romano hadn’t felt in a long time. Damn bastard. I know I shouldn’t, but…I want to believe you. I want to believe you. I- I-
writer!anon
anonymous
August 21 2010, 10:34:05 UTC
It was my pleasure! I kinda loved having Romano beat up on Spain. ^^; And Spain being all mother hen over him all the same. XDDD I'm so glad you liked it!
Re: OP says
anonymous
August 21 2010, 19:03:03 UTC
Moooar? 8D You don't even have to ask! I'm addicted to Spamano, and this is only the first fic I've done so far. I can't resist the chibi Romano/Oyabun interaction; it's just too adorable to keep away from. :P
and I'm totally easy to track down. Someone found me on ff.net already...XD
Re: Not Like Them 4/4
anonymous
August 21 2010, 16:56:52 UTC
:D I adore it. <3
You should go write some Spamano for the Well of Uncomfortable Truths request, because this was lovely and you write good angst and great Romano and an excellent Spain.
writer!anon is flattered
anonymous
August 21 2010, 18:59:02 UTC
thanks! You know, I was actually considering that one! XD It sounds like a great prompt, and something I'd be more than up for. I look forward to tackling it soon if I can. ^^
Spain looked down at him, raising an eyebrow.
“Your grandpa?”
Romano bent his head down in a half-nod.
“He always liked Feliciano better. I was never as good at painting or trade or anything. He was always better than me. I was just...ignored.”
Spain frowned and looked at the bundle in his arms with sympathy. Had this child always been cast aside? Did he feel inferior to his brother? And I did nothing to help with that, he reminded himself guiltily. How could he ever make this up to the boy? It would take a lot of work to prove that his promises were true.
“You don’t have to feel that way anymore. I’ll be a good boss to you, mijo. You can count on it. I’m sorry for what I did. It was wrong of me to ask for your brother instead. I was too stupid to realize I already had someone great right here. Please, can’t you forgive me? I promise I‘ll keep you safe.”
Romano turned his face further into Spain’s shirt, muffling his words. His body shook with his voice.
“Why should I believe you? It’ll only hurt more when you leave me alone. You’ll let me go…the moment I trust you.”
“No!” Spain insisted, his hoarse voice suddenly forceful. “I’m not like them, Romano! I won’t ever abandon you. You’re mine! Mio! And I don‘t want anyone else. I don’t-”
Romano’s eyes widened slightly in shock when he felt a tear drip down onto him from Spain’s chin. He craned his neck slowly to look up at the man and saw that he really was shedding new tears for him with the promises he made. His boss sighed and looked down at him too.
“If you can’t believe my words…will you trust my face?”
The boy was quiet. He turned his face away again and closed his eyes. I want to believe you…
“Please give me a chance to prove it to you,” he heard the man say. “I know it’ll take time, but I’ll make you see - you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
Romano clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He could feel Spain lift him up higher and nuzzle against him, leaving a kiss on his cheek. The feeling he left was warm and comforting. It was a kind of security Romano hadn’t felt in a long time. Damn bastard. I know I shouldn’t, but…I want to believe you. I want to believe you. I- I-
“I trust you.”
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Allow me to shower you in hugs and adoration!
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and I'm totally easy to track down. Someone found me on ff.net already...XD
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YES YES YES YES!!! THIS IS SO BLOODY PERFECT. And freaking ADORABLE. And bloody SPAAAAINNNN.
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You should go write some Spamano for the Well of Uncomfortable Truths request, because this was lovely and you write good angst and great Romano and an excellent Spain.
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I CAN'T HELP IT! I LOVE SPAMANO! IT'S AN ADDICTION XDDD
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