Gift for jammerlea
Title: Once a Spamano a Time
Author: Kenzi_chi
Recipient: jammerlea
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SpainxRomano
Word Count: Little over 3000
Rating: G
Warnings: Romano’s language, jeez…
Summary: Romano comes by the mall to pick up Spain only to find that he brings a lost child along with him. Much to Romano’s displeasure they stay there to wait for the boy’s mom and while waiting Spain decides to tell the child a story. Romano finds the story a little too personal though…
A/N: Hope you like! I wanted to spend more time on this, but a very last minute trip forced me to rush on this a little. I’m really sorry ^^;; I plan to do more with it when I come back, but that won’t be until after Christmas. Happy holidays!
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“That stupid… Ugh, he’s late!” The Italian growled. He clearly looked pissed with his arms crossed and his foot tapping the dirty marble floor of the mall. He was actually always used to the Spaniard being late, that is why he always came late. But now he was even later than ever. He growled again, turning to face the busier side of the walkway of the mall.
Spain had a part time job at a restaurant at the mall. He could never remember the name because he never really gave a damn. He had only started there recently and it was the Italian’s job to pick him up after his shift.
Not that he needed to. Spain just liked to see him every day.
“Romaaaaa!”
About time! Romano turned around to see the cheery older man walking towards him. After every shift he noticed the man never failed to have some sort of mess on his face and uniform. He understood his uniform, but why would he never wipe his face? Did he even know? He’s so clueless.
“Stupid, bastard. Where were you? And wipe your face! You look pitiful.” He scolded.
“Really?” The Spaniard asked as he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, “Sorry. I was trying to help this young man.” Spain looked down and the Italian followed. There on Spain’s lower left side was a boy who couldn’t be any older than eight. He had brown hair and green eyes which were sparkling with tears and he was carrying a half eaten tomato in hand.
Romano leaned down a little to get a better look, “Hm. Is that a little you there?” The child did in fact look similar to Spain. Maybe it was because of the kind eyes or the clueless expression. Spain didn’t see the resemblance though. He looked pretty cute. Too bad Spain was too annoying to be cute. The younger adult sighed, “Pssh, great. Just what I needed, another Spaniard.”
Spain brought the teary eyed child a little closer to him, “Jeez, at least act a little more decent while this child is around.”
Don’t tell me what to do...
The oldest of the three knelt down to face the boy, “I’m sorry about my friend. He’s not very kind… to boys anyway, haha.”
“Hmph.” Romano crossed his arms, “More importantly, what is he doing with you?”
“He’s lost. I’m trying to help him find his mom. I found him wandering around the front of the
restaurant, poor boy…” When he said that the little boy’s tears fell down his cheeks and he started to whimper. “Hey…” He pated the boy’s head, “There, there. Don’t cry.” Romano stared at them. Spain looked so mature. He was always calm and helpful. Seeing him pampering that crying boy almost reminded him of those times back in the past… “-We’ll help you find her.”
We!?
“Now that I found my friend we can start looking. Do you have any idea where she might be?”
The little boy looked up at the Italian and then back to Spain, “S-she was by the fountain.” There were actually two fountains in this mall, but only one was worth mentioning. “B-but I got lost looking for her!”
“Where were you before you got lost?”
“T- the fountain.”
“Augh….” The two adults both reacted differently to that answer. They were both together… but
somehow he managed to wander off all the way to Spain’s work which was practically on the other side of the mall! So it’s not like his mom just went off without him he just left! Romano sighed loudly, “Jeez, this runt…” He spat.
“Romano!” The little boy stared at them both clueless, almost embarrassed though he wasn’t sure why.
Spain composed himself and smiled, “Well, your mom might still be there! The fountain is not far away at all!” You’re such a liar... He stood up and reached out for the boy, “Come on.” He had on his award winning smile. No one could resist it. Even Romano knew that. So he wasn’t surprised at how mesmerized he seemed by it and how safe he felt when he looked at the adult. The boy took his hand and they all started off to the fountain.
…
The main fountain in the mall was pretty big in size and had several levels. Water shot out of each layer in all directions so that it formed a symmetrical pattern. They circled around the fountain a few times, but the boy denied that his mom was around. When the boy started to tear up again the Spaniard sat him down on the fountain’s edge and wiped away his tears, “Now, now. You’re mom was here right?” The little one nodded, “Then I’m sure she’ll be back. I bet she’s looking for you right now! So don’t worry.”
“Spaiiiiiin…” Romano, who was looking at the opposite direction of the two, tugged at him to come over. They only took a few steps away from the boy. Spain made sure he could keep an eye on him, “Spain,” Romano whispered loudly, his hands on his hips, “why don’t we just take this kid to the police? Why’re we going to sit here with him?” Not that he was some cold hearted person, but he just wanted to go. The police would have a better chance at finding the mother than they would. Especially so if they were just going to sit around waiting for her!
“I don’t want to leave him with strangers...” He looked over at the cute boy who was staring at them curiously.
“We’re strangers! Idiot! What’re we going to do the whole time?”
Spain seemed to think about this and after a few seconds he smiled, saying this loud enough so that the boy could hear, “How about I tell a story!”
The boy stared in awe for a moment before smiling, his eyes sparkling in fascination, “A story!?”
Spain walked back over to the fountain and sat next to the little one, “Yeah. Would you like that?” He smiled and nodded. “Okay. Um… how should I start?” The Italian groaned, crossing his arms. Romano figured the Spaniard wouldn’t end this so-called story anytime soon so he sat down at the edge of the fountain also. He wasn’t too interested in hearing a story, but he didn’t want to leave him alone with the boy and he had already explored the mall to its fullest today.
So all he could do was sit there and he sat a few feet away from them. He didn’t want to listen to the story… maybe…but he didn’t just want to be bored the whole time and over the sounds of the fountain he couldn’t hear them at all where he was. He didn’t want the stupid Spaniard telling the boy something weird. He glanced over at them and saw them both giggling soundlessly. The roaring of the fountain seemed more intense than usual. What was he saying? So little by little he scooted over towards them. He was a few inches from the little boy and Spain was on the other side of him. And soon he could hear what the oldest was saying.
“-so Princess Romano sa-”
The Italian’s eyes widened and his face turned red in embarrassment. “Wha-!?” He stood up quickly and reached over the child to strike Spain on the head, “Use a different name y’ BASTARD!” I come over to listen to your story and I hear THAT!?
The child stared in shock at the sudden attack, but laughed a little afterwards. No matter how strange it was he was enjoying his time with them. Spain rubbed the top of his head to sooth the pain, “Fine, fine. We’ll call the princess… Princess… R from now on, ‘kay?”
“’Kay…” The little boy looked over at the Italian who returned to his sitting position, legs crossed, pouting. He looked back at the Spaniard, “And what was the prince’s name?”
“Heh. Call him Lametonio since he’s such a useless prince who’s a weirdo and a real jerk.” Romano felt real good after that though he was still pissed.
“Romaaaaaa.” He whined.
The child kept glancing between these two, “So a lame prince and a mean princess...” He giggled lightly, “This story is so weird!”
Spain groaned and looked up at the Italian, “Can you calm down so I can tell the story properly? You’re messing me up...”
Romano sat back a little, “Fine!” He shot the Spaniard a don’t-you-dare-make-fun-of-me look. Princess R better be awesome! Spain just smiled small and looked back at the boy. The boy was just staring at him curiously, his eyebrows a little raised.
Spain took a deep breath, “Anyway. Sooo… once upon a time there was a world. Scattered across this world were lands which each had their own kingdoms. There was one kingdom that was doing very well for itself and that was the Kingdom of… of Itas.”
Itas? As in Italy? Ugh, he comes up with horrible names, that idiot…
“There at that kingdom lived two very cute princesses! Twin princesses actually and one of them was the princess we were just talking about. Princess R!”
Twin princesses: my brother and me… Princess R: Romano… What was the Spaniard doing?
“So Princess R and her sister lived in their Kingdom happily until their guardian, their grandfather, died in war.”
“D-died?”
Romano really didn’t like to think about his grandfather’s death and wanted to sock the bastard so hard right then and there for even bringing it up. He looked over at the boy though who looked genuinely fascinated by the story and didn’t want to make a scene again by going ballistic on him. He also promised he wouldn’t interrupt again… Truthfully he just wanted to know where he was going with this more than anything. So slightly teary eyed and fist clenched he kept quiet and looked away from them, but still listening.
“-Now that there was no one there to protect them, other kingdoms sought out the Itas Kingdom to take it for their own along with the princesses.” Like that French creeper’s kingdom and the friend of that German bastard, Austria’s kingdom… I won’t change them to weird names though…
“Oh no!”
“The prince of the great Kingdom of Spainia, Prince Antonio-” He smirked a little at that part which made the Italian scoff, “-heard about what was happening and went to help.”
“What was Prince Antonio like?”
Spain smiled brightly and placed his fists on his hips in a sort of heroic fashion, “What was he like? Well he was one of the strongest princes there was at that time!”
“Really!?”
“Though still young he was very strong and his kingdom was very prosperous. He had rivals, but only few matched his strength! He fought off dragons and demons alike!”
Now he was just going overboard… He knew Spain wasn’t this conceited or anything. At least not out loud. He knew he just wanted to show off in front of the boy, but why did he get the cool status while Romano was some helpless princess in a castle? He clinched his fists even tighter. When we get home…
“Awesomeeeee! He’s sure to save the princesses!”
Spain slouched down a little from his heroic pose, “Well actually a rivaling prince had already taken one of the princesses…”
The boy’s spirit also went down a little, “No way…”
“But luckily he made it in time for Princess R. He fought off the jerk prince who wanted to capture her and was able to rescue her!” He smiled with his teeth then, “He felt so lucky then! Saving such a cute princess! Taking just one look at her he knew he wanted to protect her.”
The Italian looked over at the Spaniard slowly to see such a gentle look to his face as he told his story. He wanted to know why he looked this way. Romano still wasn’t sure about how much he meant to Spain really. He really wished his feelings of doubt disappeared someday. Even though he didn’t like the idea of him being the helpless princess that needed to be rescued he felt a sort of tingling in his chest when he heard the last part. But for all he knew this could have all been a fantasy. Maybe he didn’t think he was cute at all and this was one of his wishes. He groaned. Why did he always have to think so negatively?
“Did they get married? Did they live happily ever after?”
The older shook his head, “The story isn’t over yet.”
Spain went on about their years together at his house. Spain had said Princess R went to live with the prince in order to get stronger. Even though that wasn’t really the case maybe he thought it was? He told the boy about some of their trials and accomplishments. It actually astonished Romano how much the Spaniard remembered about their time together. Sure he remembered some of the stupid and dangerous stuff, but only half of what he actually talked about. He remembered some of his mannerisms that he had long since stopped doing and they way he spoke and laughed. It was sort of embarrassing hearing all this and he couldn’t believe he was telling this to a child. He had never noticed that he had practically grown up with him.
How long was this kid’s mom going to take anyway?
“-Eventually it was time for the princess to leave.”
The child’s eyebrows furrowed, “Leave? But…” He didn’t understand. How could a princess leave the prince who saved her? They were supposed to live happily ever after!
“They were together for a long time, but she decided to leave. Her sister was able to finally return to her own kingdom and she felt that, that was where she should be also…” Though Spain was still smiling he had a sad look in his eyes. Romano could see that too. He felt strange listening to this. They had never really talked about when he left.
“Did she… ever come back?”
“Sorta…” Spain looked up at the unsuspecting Italian. Spain hadn’t looked at him the whole duration of the story, “She visits a lot…” Romano stared back at him, flustered.
“Are they living happily ever after now then?” Just then they heard someone calling. “Ah-” A woman they eventually figured out, though they didn’t expect the call to be directed towards them until the boy suddenly jumped off the ledge and ran over to his long lost mother. They assumed it was her anyway. They’re eyes were still locked one each others. The question still loomed in the air.
Happily ever after…?
“I don’t know.”
…
There were no more words exchanged between the two of them for the rest of the day. Later that night the Italian was shifting about in his bed. He couldn’t sleep at all. Something was bugging him. Why did he tell that story? Why did he look so sad? Why was he freaking out so much about it!? He groaned, feeling his cheeks go hot. He wanted to ask. He wanted to see if he was thinking about this too…
He got up and wandered to Spain’s room. After all these years he finally remembered where everything was. He got there to discover that his door was open. It was never open while he slept. “Hey.” He whispered. No answer. He stepped inside and closed the door softly by leaning against the door frame. Something was really bugging him. It grew hot all of a sudden. Why did he feel so embarrassed going in here? He always went to his room.
Romano slowly made his way to the bed. Spain’s back was towards him and he could hear his steady breathing while he slept. Damn, the bastard. How could the Spaniard sleep at a time like this? He sat at the edge of his bedside and placed a hand on man’s shoulder. “Wake up you Spanish bastard. I can’t sleep.”
“Mmm…” Spain groaned. He turned over to look at him, “Oh Roma, I wasn’t expecting you.” Well that was weird. It usually took him at least six tries to wake him up. Maybe he was… thinking about it?
The way the younger looked down at him it almost seemed like a glare, “Liar. Move over.” Spain moved over with the aid of the pushing Italian.
He could tell Spain was in bed for awhile. Not only was he warm, but so was his bed. He smelled fresh and his body was so soft. He didn’t like to admit it, but the Italian loved to snuggle up with him sometimes. He made himself comfortable by lying on his side right next to Spain who was lying on his back.
“What was all that back there?” He started.
“What?” The Italian wasn’t looking at his face, but he knew he had a stupid grin on. He hated it when he acted so clueless.
“With that story! I know you were making fun of me…”
“I would never make fun of you.” Spain replied. He searched for the Italian’s hand which was clinching his shirt. He held it firmly, “Did you know it was based on a true story?”
“I’m not an idiot.” Of course he noticed. But why? “Out of all the stories you could have told, all the stories you could have made up… why did you tell that one?” Even though he wasn’t saying his life was awful he wouldn’t want it to be told as a fairytale.
Spain smiled big, “Because… it’s my favorite story of all.” Romano stiffened, his eyes wide. “Even though there are some bad things I could have done without I wouldn’t change anything. Because through all that I got to meet... my PRINCESS! OWWWW!”
The Italian grabbed the other’s nose and squeezed it hard, “Don’t call me a princess you jerk!” He let go and left the Spaniard to whine for a moment. Romano was red in the face and he knew it. He hid his face in Spain’s side. Spain stopped whining soon after.
After a few minutes of silence Romano decided to ask one more thing, “H-hey.” His voice was muffled. He still couldn’t show his face, “Are we… living happily ever after?” He almost felt like he was shaking. Maybe he was.
Spain looked down at him, “I’m happy. As long as I am always with Roma here.”
“Mm…”
“But…”
The Italian looked up at him slowly. But…
“I wouldn’t say we’re living happily ever after because the story is not over yet. I still want to make a lot of memories with Roma.”
Romano felt an even redder color dominate the color of his cheeks as he hid his smile in the Spaniard’s shirt. “You’re so lame...” He said. I bet this dense fool doesn’t even know how clever he can sound sometimes… He didn’t notice this, but he held himself even closer to the older now.
He felt Spain’s chest do some sort of quick up and down motion for a moment. He was silently laughing, his smile appeared in his mind and it would always stay there forever. “Shall we sleep?” Spain asked.
The Italian’s lips tightened, “Not until… you say goodnight.” There was a moment of silence until the younger finally looked up. Spain was looking down at him smiling and he felt so relieved he remembered what he meant. Spain leaned down and kissed him and he felt as if that was the end of their story…
…For today.
“Goodnight.”
Author: Kenzi_chi
Recipient: jammerlea
Character(s) or Pairing(s): SpainxRomano
Word Count: Little over 3000
Rating: G
Warnings: Romano’s language, jeez…
Summary: Romano comes by the mall to pick up Spain only to find that he brings a lost child along with him. Much to Romano’s displeasure they stay there to wait for the boy’s mom and while waiting Spain decides to tell the child a story. Romano finds the story a little too personal though…
A/N: Hope you like! I wanted to spend more time on this, but a very last minute trip forced me to rush on this a little. I’m really sorry ^^;; I plan to do more with it when I come back, but that won’t be until after Christmas. Happy holidays!
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“That stupid… Ugh, he’s late!” The Italian growled. He clearly looked pissed with his arms crossed and his foot tapping the dirty marble floor of the mall. He was actually always used to the Spaniard being late, that is why he always came late. But now he was even later than ever. He growled again, turning to face the busier side of the walkway of the mall.
Spain had a part time job at a restaurant at the mall. He could never remember the name because he never really gave a damn. He had only started there recently and it was the Italian’s job to pick him up after his shift.
Not that he needed to. Spain just liked to see him every day.
“Romaaaaa!”
About time! Romano turned around to see the cheery older man walking towards him. After every shift he noticed the man never failed to have some sort of mess on his face and uniform. He understood his uniform, but why would he never wipe his face? Did he even know? He’s so clueless.
“Stupid, bastard. Where were you? And wipe your face! You look pitiful.” He scolded.
“Really?” The Spaniard asked as he rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, “Sorry. I was trying to help this young man.” Spain looked down and the Italian followed. There on Spain’s lower left side was a boy who couldn’t be any older than eight. He had brown hair and green eyes which were sparkling with tears and he was carrying a half eaten tomato in hand.
Romano leaned down a little to get a better look, “Hm. Is that a little you there?” The child did in fact look similar to Spain. Maybe it was because of the kind eyes or the clueless expression. Spain didn’t see the resemblance though. He looked pretty cute. Too bad Spain was too annoying to be cute. The younger adult sighed, “Pssh, great. Just what I needed, another Spaniard.”
Spain brought the teary eyed child a little closer to him, “Jeez, at least act a little more decent while this child is around.”
Don’t tell me what to do...
The oldest of the three knelt down to face the boy, “I’m sorry about my friend. He’s not very kind… to boys anyway, haha.”
“Hmph.” Romano crossed his arms, “More importantly, what is he doing with you?”
“He’s lost. I’m trying to help him find his mom. I found him wandering around the front of the
restaurant, poor boy…” When he said that the little boy’s tears fell down his cheeks and he started to whimper. “Hey…” He pated the boy’s head, “There, there. Don’t cry.” Romano stared at them. Spain looked so mature. He was always calm and helpful. Seeing him pampering that crying boy almost reminded him of those times back in the past… “-We’ll help you find her.”
We!?
“Now that I found my friend we can start looking. Do you have any idea where she might be?”
The little boy looked up at the Italian and then back to Spain, “S-she was by the fountain.” There were actually two fountains in this mall, but only one was worth mentioning. “B-but I got lost looking for her!”
“Where were you before you got lost?”
“T- the fountain.”
“Augh….” The two adults both reacted differently to that answer. They were both together… but
somehow he managed to wander off all the way to Spain’s work which was practically on the other side of the mall! So it’s not like his mom just went off without him he just left! Romano sighed loudly, “Jeez, this runt…” He spat.
“Romano!” The little boy stared at them both clueless, almost embarrassed though he wasn’t sure why.
Spain composed himself and smiled, “Well, your mom might still be there! The fountain is not far away at all!” You’re such a liar... He stood up and reached out for the boy, “Come on.” He had on his award winning smile. No one could resist it. Even Romano knew that. So he wasn’t surprised at how mesmerized he seemed by it and how safe he felt when he looked at the adult. The boy took his hand and they all started off to the fountain.
…
The main fountain in the mall was pretty big in size and had several levels. Water shot out of each layer in all directions so that it formed a symmetrical pattern. They circled around the fountain a few times, but the boy denied that his mom was around. When the boy started to tear up again the Spaniard sat him down on the fountain’s edge and wiped away his tears, “Now, now. You’re mom was here right?” The little one nodded, “Then I’m sure she’ll be back. I bet she’s looking for you right now! So don’t worry.”
“Spaiiiiiin…” Romano, who was looking at the opposite direction of the two, tugged at him to come over. They only took a few steps away from the boy. Spain made sure he could keep an eye on him, “Spain,” Romano whispered loudly, his hands on his hips, “why don’t we just take this kid to the police? Why’re we going to sit here with him?” Not that he was some cold hearted person, but he just wanted to go. The police would have a better chance at finding the mother than they would. Especially so if they were just going to sit around waiting for her!
“I don’t want to leave him with strangers...” He looked over at the cute boy who was staring at them curiously.
“We’re strangers! Idiot! What’re we going to do the whole time?”
Spain seemed to think about this and after a few seconds he smiled, saying this loud enough so that the boy could hear, “How about I tell a story!”
The boy stared in awe for a moment before smiling, his eyes sparkling in fascination, “A story!?”
Spain walked back over to the fountain and sat next to the little one, “Yeah. Would you like that?” He smiled and nodded. “Okay. Um… how should I start?” The Italian groaned, crossing his arms. Romano figured the Spaniard wouldn’t end this so-called story anytime soon so he sat down at the edge of the fountain also. He wasn’t too interested in hearing a story, but he didn’t want to leave him alone with the boy and he had already explored the mall to its fullest today.
So all he could do was sit there and he sat a few feet away from them. He didn’t want to listen to the story… maybe…but he didn’t just want to be bored the whole time and over the sounds of the fountain he couldn’t hear them at all where he was. He didn’t want the stupid Spaniard telling the boy something weird. He glanced over at them and saw them both giggling soundlessly. The roaring of the fountain seemed more intense than usual. What was he saying? So little by little he scooted over towards them. He was a few inches from the little boy and Spain was on the other side of him. And soon he could hear what the oldest was saying.
“-so Princess Romano sa-”
The Italian’s eyes widened and his face turned red in embarrassment. “Wha-!?” He stood up quickly and reached over the child to strike Spain on the head, “Use a different name y’ BASTARD!” I come over to listen to your story and I hear THAT!?
The child stared in shock at the sudden attack, but laughed a little afterwards. No matter how strange it was he was enjoying his time with them. Spain rubbed the top of his head to sooth the pain, “Fine, fine. We’ll call the princess… Princess… R from now on, ‘kay?”
“’Kay…” The little boy looked over at the Italian who returned to his sitting position, legs crossed, pouting. He looked back at the Spaniard, “And what was the prince’s name?”
“Heh. Call him Lametonio since he’s such a useless prince who’s a weirdo and a real jerk.” Romano felt real good after that though he was still pissed.
“Romaaaaaa.” He whined.
The child kept glancing between these two, “So a lame prince and a mean princess...” He giggled lightly, “This story is so weird!”
Spain groaned and looked up at the Italian, “Can you calm down so I can tell the story properly? You’re messing me up...”
Romano sat back a little, “Fine!” He shot the Spaniard a don’t-you-dare-make-fun-of-me look. Princess R better be awesome! Spain just smiled small and looked back at the boy. The boy was just staring at him curiously, his eyebrows a little raised.
Spain took a deep breath, “Anyway. Sooo… once upon a time there was a world. Scattered across this world were lands which each had their own kingdoms. There was one kingdom that was doing very well for itself and that was the Kingdom of… of Itas.”
Itas? As in Italy? Ugh, he comes up with horrible names, that idiot…
“There at that kingdom lived two very cute princesses! Twin princesses actually and one of them was the princess we were just talking about. Princess R!”
Twin princesses: my brother and me… Princess R: Romano… What was the Spaniard doing?
“So Princess R and her sister lived in their Kingdom happily until their guardian, their grandfather, died in war.”
“D-died?”
Romano really didn’t like to think about his grandfather’s death and wanted to sock the bastard so hard right then and there for even bringing it up. He looked over at the boy though who looked genuinely fascinated by the story and didn’t want to make a scene again by going ballistic on him. He also promised he wouldn’t interrupt again… Truthfully he just wanted to know where he was going with this more than anything. So slightly teary eyed and fist clenched he kept quiet and looked away from them, but still listening.
“-Now that there was no one there to protect them, other kingdoms sought out the Itas Kingdom to take it for their own along with the princesses.” Like that French creeper’s kingdom and the friend of that German bastard, Austria’s kingdom… I won’t change them to weird names though…
“Oh no!”
“The prince of the great Kingdom of Spainia, Prince Antonio-” He smirked a little at that part which made the Italian scoff, “-heard about what was happening and went to help.”
“What was Prince Antonio like?”
Spain smiled brightly and placed his fists on his hips in a sort of heroic fashion, “What was he like? Well he was one of the strongest princes there was at that time!”
“Really!?”
“Though still young he was very strong and his kingdom was very prosperous. He had rivals, but only few matched his strength! He fought off dragons and demons alike!”
Now he was just going overboard… He knew Spain wasn’t this conceited or anything. At least not out loud. He knew he just wanted to show off in front of the boy, but why did he get the cool status while Romano was some helpless princess in a castle? He clinched his fists even tighter. When we get home…
“Awesomeeeee! He’s sure to save the princesses!”
Spain slouched down a little from his heroic pose, “Well actually a rivaling prince had already taken one of the princesses…”
The boy’s spirit also went down a little, “No way…”
“But luckily he made it in time for Princess R. He fought off the jerk prince who wanted to capture her and was able to rescue her!” He smiled with his teeth then, “He felt so lucky then! Saving such a cute princess! Taking just one look at her he knew he wanted to protect her.”
The Italian looked over at the Spaniard slowly to see such a gentle look to his face as he told his story. He wanted to know why he looked this way. Romano still wasn’t sure about how much he meant to Spain really. He really wished his feelings of doubt disappeared someday. Even though he didn’t like the idea of him being the helpless princess that needed to be rescued he felt a sort of tingling in his chest when he heard the last part. But for all he knew this could have all been a fantasy. Maybe he didn’t think he was cute at all and this was one of his wishes. He groaned. Why did he always have to think so negatively?
“Did they get married? Did they live happily ever after?”
The older shook his head, “The story isn’t over yet.”
Spain went on about their years together at his house. Spain had said Princess R went to live with the prince in order to get stronger. Even though that wasn’t really the case maybe he thought it was? He told the boy about some of their trials and accomplishments. It actually astonished Romano how much the Spaniard remembered about their time together. Sure he remembered some of the stupid and dangerous stuff, but only half of what he actually talked about. He remembered some of his mannerisms that he had long since stopped doing and they way he spoke and laughed. It was sort of embarrassing hearing all this and he couldn’t believe he was telling this to a child. He had never noticed that he had practically grown up with him.
How long was this kid’s mom going to take anyway?
“-Eventually it was time for the princess to leave.”
The child’s eyebrows furrowed, “Leave? But…” He didn’t understand. How could a princess leave the prince who saved her? They were supposed to live happily ever after!
“They were together for a long time, but she decided to leave. Her sister was able to finally return to her own kingdom and she felt that, that was where she should be also…” Though Spain was still smiling he had a sad look in his eyes. Romano could see that too. He felt strange listening to this. They had never really talked about when he left.
“Did she… ever come back?”
“Sorta…” Spain looked up at the unsuspecting Italian. Spain hadn’t looked at him the whole duration of the story, “She visits a lot…” Romano stared back at him, flustered.
“Are they living happily ever after now then?” Just then they heard someone calling. “Ah-” A woman they eventually figured out, though they didn’t expect the call to be directed towards them until the boy suddenly jumped off the ledge and ran over to his long lost mother. They assumed it was her anyway. They’re eyes were still locked one each others. The question still loomed in the air.
Happily ever after…?
“I don’t know.”
…
There were no more words exchanged between the two of them for the rest of the day. Later that night the Italian was shifting about in his bed. He couldn’t sleep at all. Something was bugging him. Why did he tell that story? Why did he look so sad? Why was he freaking out so much about it!? He groaned, feeling his cheeks go hot. He wanted to ask. He wanted to see if he was thinking about this too…
He got up and wandered to Spain’s room. After all these years he finally remembered where everything was. He got there to discover that his door was open. It was never open while he slept. “Hey.” He whispered. No answer. He stepped inside and closed the door softly by leaning against the door frame. Something was really bugging him. It grew hot all of a sudden. Why did he feel so embarrassed going in here? He always went to his room.
Romano slowly made his way to the bed. Spain’s back was towards him and he could hear his steady breathing while he slept. Damn, the bastard. How could the Spaniard sleep at a time like this? He sat at the edge of his bedside and placed a hand on man’s shoulder. “Wake up you Spanish bastard. I can’t sleep.”
“Mmm…” Spain groaned. He turned over to look at him, “Oh Roma, I wasn’t expecting you.” Well that was weird. It usually took him at least six tries to wake him up. Maybe he was… thinking about it?
The way the younger looked down at him it almost seemed like a glare, “Liar. Move over.” Spain moved over with the aid of the pushing Italian.
He could tell Spain was in bed for awhile. Not only was he warm, but so was his bed. He smelled fresh and his body was so soft. He didn’t like to admit it, but the Italian loved to snuggle up with him sometimes. He made himself comfortable by lying on his side right next to Spain who was lying on his back.
“What was all that back there?” He started.
“What?” The Italian wasn’t looking at his face, but he knew he had a stupid grin on. He hated it when he acted so clueless.
“With that story! I know you were making fun of me…”
“I would never make fun of you.” Spain replied. He searched for the Italian’s hand which was clinching his shirt. He held it firmly, “Did you know it was based on a true story?”
“I’m not an idiot.” Of course he noticed. But why? “Out of all the stories you could have told, all the stories you could have made up… why did you tell that one?” Even though he wasn’t saying his life was awful he wouldn’t want it to be told as a fairytale.
Spain smiled big, “Because… it’s my favorite story of all.” Romano stiffened, his eyes wide. “Even though there are some bad things I could have done without I wouldn’t change anything. Because through all that I got to meet... my PRINCESS! OWWWW!”
The Italian grabbed the other’s nose and squeezed it hard, “Don’t call me a princess you jerk!” He let go and left the Spaniard to whine for a moment. Romano was red in the face and he knew it. He hid his face in Spain’s side. Spain stopped whining soon after.
After a few minutes of silence Romano decided to ask one more thing, “H-hey.” His voice was muffled. He still couldn’t show his face, “Are we… living happily ever after?” He almost felt like he was shaking. Maybe he was.
Spain looked down at him, “I’m happy. As long as I am always with Roma here.”
“Mm…”
“But…”
The Italian looked up at him slowly. But…
“I wouldn’t say we’re living happily ever after because the story is not over yet. I still want to make a lot of memories with Roma.”
Romano felt an even redder color dominate the color of his cheeks as he hid his smile in the Spaniard’s shirt. “You’re so lame...” He said. I bet this dense fool doesn’t even know how clever he can sound sometimes… He didn’t notice this, but he held himself even closer to the older now.
He felt Spain’s chest do some sort of quick up and down motion for a moment. He was silently laughing, his smile appeared in his mind and it would always stay there forever. “Shall we sleep?” Spain asked.
The Italian’s lips tightened, “Not until… you say goodnight.” There was a moment of silence until the younger finally looked up. Spain was looking down at him smiling and he felt so relieved he remembered what he meant. Spain leaned down and kissed him and he felt as if that was the end of their story…
…For today.
“Goodnight.”