Hetalia kink meme part 24
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part 24
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"Hey, you." A foot nudged his knee gently, but when Spain didn't respond immediately, returned with a light kick instead. "Hey, bastard." Spain opened his eyes, not having to pretend squinting against the light, to find Romano perched on the back of the sofa and watching him with what could be described as awkward concern.
"Hey." Romano's voice was almost soft for a moment, and it made Spain want so badly to forget about how he'd looked like with his shirt torn open and France touching him all over. He wanted to get up and embrace the other man and forget it had ever happened. But what was the point of forgetting when it was probably going to happen again? "Did you wait up for me?"
"Uh... what?" Spain blinked, his train of thought effectively derailed and directed off a sheer cliff wall. He floundered for words as Romano frowned at him, and then he laughed, almost cringing at how forced it sounded. "What, oh no. I just kind of ended up watching a movie and then I fell asleep. Managed to wake up and turn off the TV, but I didn't have the energy to get myself to bed."
In truth, the tv hadn't managed to distract him for long, as he jumped at every slight noise the house made, walking back and forth to the window to see if every flutter of light - real or imagined - might be Roma's taxi arriving. The last thing he reminded was the pale white digits on the DVD player telling him that it was 4:08 in the morning, and then he must've passed out. He was so tired, and he really just wanted to return to sleep, but how could he now that Romano was finally home.
So he grinned sheepishly as Romano rolled his eyes, playing his part pretty well despite the way his head felt like someone had stuffed it with several woolly blankets. "But it's nice of you to worry about me, Roma."
That earned him another swift kick. "I wasn't worried about you, bastard. I just... It'd be stupid of you to stay up all night if I don't come back with you. You can just assume I'm staying out." Romano squirmed a bit, going red and looking away, and for once Spain didn't feel like telling him how cute he was when he blushed. Because he knew damn well that it wasn't him that Romano was thinking about right now.
"Well, of course. I'm not your Boss anymore and you're not a child, so I'm not going to sit up and worry about you when you're out having fun." He hated the exaggerated cheerfulness in his own voice, and Romano gave him a bit of a strange look before shrugging and rolling his eyes, swinging his legs over the back of the sofa and dropping to the floor.
"Whatever. I'm gonna-"
"No!" It came out too fast, too loud, and Spain felt his own cheeks heating up as Romano stared at him. "Why don't... Why don't you come here, Roma? We can... uhm, watch whatever is on TV, cuddle a bit, and I could make you some breakfast."
Romano glared impatiently. "Like hell I will. I'm still tired, and that bastard France's bathroom smells like perfume so it's not like I could get a proper shower there. I'm disgusting and sticky and the only thing I want to do right now is have a damn shower and sleep some more. Got it?"
Spain sank back against the sofa cushions, trying his best to hide the look of chagrin that passed over his face. "Got it."
Romano nodded and headed towards the stairs without so much as looking at him once. But halfway up he paused, his hand squeezing the railing, and after a moment or two grumbled: "Get some sleep too, you look like shit. Then when we wake up I guess you can make me breakfast-lunch-whatever. Is that okay?"
Spain couldn't help but smile, even though his heart still felt like it was being squeezed. "That's wonderful, Roma."
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Sadly, Spain never got to find out that Romano woke up France by punching him hard in the stomach and screeching at him to let go of him, damnit, he was going home to sleep on sheets that weren't dodgy-smelling and made of silk, without some pervert drooling on his shoulder. It would probably have made him feel a bit better about the whole thing.
Glad that y'all still like it and hopefully had as much fun reading as I had writing BECAUSE FUCK YEAH PORN. And pfff, OP, I'm just glad I'm living up to expectations ^^
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Poor Boss. He didn't realize that Romano ran away without washing nor having breakfast, which means he was in one hell of a rush to get out of there and back to him, isn't it?
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