Spain walked over to Romano’s bed and sat down. He tugged at the covers until Romano was forced to relinquish a small amount of the blanket so that his face was revealed and privy to Spain’s gaze. Spain then gave a very sad smile that had Romano quickly strengthening his defenses even as his heart crumbled inside.
“Pleeease, Romano? It will be fun, I promise! And it would make me really happy if we could eat out together.”
Romano hoped his face didn’t reflect the pout he was giving on the inside. “It would make you happy to eat out with all of the other nations?” he asked. What was wrong with spending an evening with just Romano?
Spain’s smile turned more genuine and he shook his head. “Noo, it would make me really happy if I could eat out with you. I just trust America to know the best restaurants in New York City. And your brother will be going!”
Romano sat up and scowled. “You think that’s going to entice me to go?”
“Aw, I know you love him, Romano.”
Romano huffed. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you like their company. Or can even tolerate it.”
“Loving someone gives you the patience you need to tolerate them even at their worst.”
Romano shook his head. Spain was always making those kinds of insightful comments, like some sort of Spanish philosopher. But what he did know? Who did he love that he needed such patience to—Oh. Romano blushed. Spain was looking at him with quirked lips and half-lidded eyes, and even though he had said it countless times, Romano still couldn’t quite believe the idiot loved him. Romano’s heart throbbed, which was a bad reaction. He needed to distract himself.
“What will you do for me if I agree to go eat with these losers?” Romano asked. He had already decided that he would force himself to go, if only to keep France from doing weird things to Spain. But he had been manipulating Spain nearly all of his life, and he might as well try to get something out of this.
“Romano, if you go,” Spain began very seriously. Was he offering something that grand? “I… will pay for your meal.”
Well, Romano supposed that would do. “Fine,” he agreed. It seemed to make Spain very happy, and if Romano were seated away from the nations he absolutely couldn’t stand, then maybe he could have a somewhat decent time.
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“Pleeease, Romano? It will be fun, I promise! And it would make me really happy if we could eat out together.”
Romano hoped his face didn’t reflect the pout he was giving on the inside. “It would make you happy to eat out with all of the other nations?” he asked. What was wrong with spending an evening with just Romano?
Spain’s smile turned more genuine and he shook his head. “Noo, it would make me really happy if I could eat out with you. I just trust America to know the best restaurants in New York City. And your brother will be going!”
Romano sat up and scowled. “You think that’s going to entice me to go?”
“Aw, I know you love him, Romano.”
Romano huffed. “Loving someone doesn’t mean you like their company. Or can even tolerate it.”
“Loving someone gives you the patience you need to tolerate them even at their worst.”
Romano shook his head. Spain was always making those kinds of insightful comments, like some sort of Spanish philosopher. But what he did know? Who did he love that he needed such patience to—Oh. Romano blushed. Spain was looking at him with quirked lips and half-lidded eyes, and even though he had said it countless times, Romano still couldn’t quite believe the idiot loved him. Romano’s heart throbbed, which was a bad reaction. He needed to distract himself.
“What will you do for me if I agree to go eat with these losers?” Romano asked. He had already decided that he would force himself to go, if only to keep France from doing weird things to Spain. But he had been manipulating Spain nearly all of his life, and he might as well try to get something out of this.
“Romano, if you go,” Spain began very seriously. Was he offering something that grand? “I… will pay for your meal.”
Well, Romano supposed that would do. “Fine,” he agreed. It seemed to make Spain very happy, and if Romano were seated away from the nations he absolutely couldn’t stand, then maybe he could have a somewhat decent time.
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