Loving Me Chapter 4
Holding Me
SPAIN POV:
I don't care how mad he got that I was laughing. The hysterical relief bubbled up inside of me. I had wanted to laugh the moment I realized I had gotten there in time to save my little Lovinito. Before he could protest, I pulled him towards me, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his hair.
"My sweet Lovi…" I mumbled quietly into his hair, mouthing sweet nothings that the boy would never hear. He might not know it, but he meant the world to me. My eyes shot open and I held my breath for a moment when I felt tentative arms move to wrap around my back. My Lovi was…? Hugging me?
"S-spain…g-grazie…" A tremor ran through the boy in my arms before I heard a few choked backed breaths and a gentle sob. I felt a small wet spot begin to form on my shirt. 'Lovi…Lovi…are you crying?'
I dropped to my knees slowly, reaching towards my crying angel in front of me. "Lovi…" I leaned towards him. I had to make the crying stop before it broke my heart.
ROMANO POV:
I let out a choking gasp when I felt Spain's mouth against my skin. He started pressing soft, warm kisses over my face. I felt warmth go shooting up my spine and I shivered slightly.
"S-spa- Bastard…quit…quit" I wanted that feeling to…to stop…right? That warmth…it felt weird and I don't want that. At all. "Spain…please"
I pushed on his shoulders until he finally moved back. He smiled softly at me and I felt my cheeks heat up. 'W-why do you make me feel like this…you make me feel…too warm' "I want to go now…I'm hungry" My stomach growled, only backing up my statement. I heard him chuckle softly. "Bastard I thought I told you to quit laughing!" I hit him in the shoulder, g-gently damn it…I wasn't going to beat him up after he saved me…
"Ok Lovi, let's go~" He grabbed my hand and stood up, using his other hand to knock the dirt off of his knees.
"Finally Bastard!" I huffed quietly, pulling my hand from his and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Damn it are we almost there?" We had been walking for at least an hour. I could hear music and laughter. Why were people always so loud in Spain?
"Si mi tomate!" Spain laughed. "Now let's get breakfast" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me around another set of buildings. I gasped. I-it was all so….colorful. There were so many brightly dressed people. Running, dancing, laughing, eating, just standing and talking, but always smiling. I-It was beautiful if I admitted it to myself…
"This way~" I felt Spain pull my through some of the laughing people, towards a smiling man. My mouth started to water as I smelt one of the most heavenly scents I had ever known. On a little wooden stand in front of the man, there were rows and rows of warm, freshly baked, heavenly bread rolls. Spain walked towards the man and greeted him happily. I didn't really care what they were talking about…I was just so damn hungry!
"Here you go Lovi!" I looked up to see the Spaniard holding out a bread roll. I held out my hand and he pressed the warm food into my grasp. I brought it to my mouth and took a large bite. Mio Dio… This had to be one of the best bread rolls I had ever had. I heard Spain and the smiling baker chuckle, but I was just glad to finally have something to eat.
I swallowed the bite in my mouth before looking up at Spain. "G-grazie Espana "
He smiled brightly at me before once again holding my free hand and pulling me towards a patch of grass where there were other people sitting, watching others dance and listening to the music from the group of singers and instrument players. We took a seat with a bit of space between us and the others.
We ate our bread in silence until we both finished. I sighed happily; glad to have something in my stomach. I felt a hand on my back and looked at Spain to see him smiling brightly. "Lovi..?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked at me with gentle eyes. "Dance with me?" I felt the warmth rush to my face…and I was so close to saying no…but the look he was giving me…
"O-ok…" He smiled and took my hand in his own. He stood slowly, pulling me up with him. As he led me towards the other dancers, his eyes never leaving mine, everything, the music, the laughter, it all seemed to quiet down. It felt like we were on our own, his hand in my mine and his arm around my waist. The heady scent of Spain and the feel of his body so close to mine. Right now...I felt so...so free and happy. He led me through the dance and I felt like I was gliding. Our eyes never left each others, and his green eyes...to me...they looked so full of...love, pure and happy love that I shivered, feeling unbearably warm. I broke our gaze, not being able to take it all, and buried my face into his neck.
"Spain...Antonio" His arm moved to wrap around my body and pull me against him, our fingers on our clasped hands moving to intertwine. That's when I knew...I knew I had to take this chance now or I would never be able to do it. I moved to look into his gaze. "Antonio...Antonio...I think...I think I might lo-"
The crowd burst into applause and we jumped apart. I looked over to see the singers bowing and curtsying. I pulled my hand from Spain's realizing what I had almost done...what I had almost said. My eyes filled with tears and I shook my head, trying to get the thought away.
"Lovi...are you ok?" He reached for me and I did the only thing I could. I turned...and I ran.
'I'm not worth it Spain...Antonio...I will never be good enough...'