Spamano: Spain's birthday... Literally?More Like This
Antonio woke with a yawn. The sun beaming in through the window had woken him and he smiled to it happily. It would be a good day because it was his birthday. Lovino was always so much nicer on his birthday: he’d only head butt him no more than twice, he’d let him touch his curl for ten seconds, and he’d buy all the ingredients necessary for the Spaniard to ‘bake his own damn cake’. It was so perfect.
Speaking of Lovino, Antonio rolled over to see his snoozing lover. Dark circles rested under his eyes as he slept. Oh, he must have been up all night preparing. So cute. Surely, Antonio would have to take him somewhere really nice for Valentine’s Day. Good thing he had already booked the reservations because for some reason Antonio had a habit of sleeping through the 13th of February, the day after his birthday. It had been happening ever since his crazy birthdays he had had decades ago. Thinking about it made him laugh. Arthur had been out to get him a
Spain x Romano. Sleep TalkingMore Like This
"Damn tomato bastard". I grumble as I walk away from Spain's house, I saw him with a girl. 'so what its not like I care ..... Right'. I think and shake my head and head over to my house. I open the door and close it when I'm inside, I go upstairs and get on my bed. 'Why do I keep thinking of him .... I must be sick'. I think before falling asleep. I feel something on my lips, I open my eyes and see Spain. I jump back and yell. "WHAT THE FUCK". I look at him and he just smiles. "awww you think I didn't see you mad when you saw me with that girl". He says in a sing-song tune. I groan and put my face in my pillow. I hear him chuckle and pet my head. "It's ok I like you to". He whispers in my ear. "WHO SAID THAT I LIKE YOU". I yell looking at him. "You did, you know it's cute when you talk in your sleep". He says and I let out some curse. He chuckles and kisses me again, I was shocked at first, but soon kiss back. He deepens the kiss by holding on to the back of my head w
I Love You, You JerkMore Like This
I Love You, You Jerk
Spain sniffled and tossed the tissue weakly across his bed, glaring at it when it landed by his feet. The Spaniard had caught a cold of all things and was now lying miserably in bedby himself. No one there to smother him in love and affection.
Well. That wasn't all the way true. His sister Portugal had been there until that morningbut since he was the Host Nation for today's World Meeting, Spain had quickly handed off his duties to his sister, telling her to send the other nations his regards.
And now here he was. Sick as a dog, and lonely. "Great," Spain grumbled, coughing quietly. Sighing softly, Spain snuggled himself into this pillows and closed his heavy, bleary eyes. If he was going to be miserable and alone for awhile, might as well sleep, right?
It seemed like minutes before Spain was awoken again, by the soft 'click' of his door and the scratching of chair legs on his hard wood floors. Spain blinked sleepily and glanced over to the source of th