Romano glared at the new rip in the side of his dress. It was making him terribly insecure that he kept stretching his dresses until they tore. He didn’t think he was fat, but his quickly diminishing wardrobe was telling him otherwise. Romano huffed and fought his way out of the dress, then stomped towards the room where the needles and thread were kept.
“Fuck, damn it, fuck, fuck—FUCK!” Romano cried out and jerked the dress to his body to cover himself as Spain rounded a corner and looked at him in surprise. Cheeks growing hot, Romano tried to be subtle as he checked to make sure Spain couldn’t see his undergarments or his nipples. Lately he had been especially shy of his body around Spain.
“Um. What are you doing?” Spain asked, his lips stretching into a smile.
Romano glared. “The clothes you bought me suck,” he informed Spain. “They keep ripping! You cheapskate! Buy me some clothes with good material!”
Spain’s brows furrowed. “Another rip? Here, let me see.” He held out his hand for Romano to give him the dress.
“Um.” Romano clenched the dress closer and his blush grew deeper. If he gave Spain the dress, he would see Romano almost naked! But the bastard was still holding his hand out, looking as if he had no idea why Romano was hesitant. Didn’t the bastard have any shame?!
It was almost painful to relinquish his cover. Romano tossed Spain the dress, and his arms flew to cross themselves over his chest and hide it from Spain. The only other things he had on were boots that were too tight and puffy white panties. At least those were quite concealing, if not embarrassing as hell to wear.
Spain snickered at Romano’s shyness, and examined the rip in his dress. It was a large one, and Romano had been doing nothing more than household chores. Well, that was probably a sign.
“Hm. Romano, I think it’s time we get you some new clothes. You’ve been growing like crazy lately.” Spain smiled at his little henchman, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was exciting to see how much Romano was maturing, but it was also a little saddening to realize that the years of tiny, clumsy hands and round tomato-red cheeks were soon to be gone. Then again, Romano was entering a stage of an entirely different kind of cuteness. His limbs were growing too long for his body, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with them. His voice was changing, he was more self-conscious, and he seemed to blush more than ever, even over the simplest of things. Spain also happened to know that Romano had suffered his first few wet dreams, but he had gone to such lengths to keep Spain from finding out, Spain didn’t have the heat to tell him he knew.
Romano was quiet for a moment before inquiring in a soft voice, “Do we have the money?”
Spain’s heart melted a bit. How cute! “Of course we do, Romano. I have a special fund set aside for this. Only this time… this time I think we need to leave the dresses behind.”
Untitled 12/?
Romano glared at the new rip in the side of his dress. It was making him terribly insecure that he kept stretching his dresses until they tore. He didn’t think he was fat, but his quickly diminishing wardrobe was telling him otherwise. Romano huffed and fought his way out of the dress, then stomped towards the room where the needles and thread were kept.
“Fuck, damn it, fuck, fuck—FUCK!” Romano cried out and jerked the dress to his body to cover himself as Spain rounded a corner and looked at him in surprise. Cheeks growing hot, Romano tried to be subtle as he checked to make sure Spain couldn’t see his undergarments or his nipples. Lately he had been especially shy of his body around Spain.
“Um. What are you doing?” Spain asked, his lips stretching into a smile.
Romano glared. “The clothes you bought me suck,” he informed Spain. “They keep ripping! You cheapskate! Buy me some clothes with good material!”
Spain’s brows furrowed. “Another rip? Here, let me see.” He held out his hand for Romano to give him the dress.
“Um.” Romano clenched the dress closer and his blush grew deeper. If he gave Spain the dress, he would see Romano almost naked! But the bastard was still holding his hand out, looking as if he had no idea why Romano was hesitant. Didn’t the bastard have any shame?!
It was almost painful to relinquish his cover. Romano tossed Spain the dress, and his arms flew to cross themselves over his chest and hide it from Spain. The only other things he had on were boots that were too tight and puffy white panties. At least those were quite concealing, if not embarrassing as hell to wear.
Spain snickered at Romano’s shyness, and examined the rip in his dress. It was a large one, and Romano had been doing nothing more than household chores. Well, that was probably a sign.
“Hm. Romano, I think it’s time we get you some new clothes. You’ve been growing like crazy lately.” Spain smiled at his little henchman, but it didn’t reach his eyes. It was exciting to see how much Romano was maturing, but it was also a little saddening to realize that the years of tiny, clumsy hands and round tomato-red cheeks were soon to be gone. Then again, Romano was entering a stage of an entirely different kind of cuteness. His limbs were growing too long for his body, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with them. His voice was changing, he was more self-conscious, and he seemed to blush more than ever, even over the simplest of things. Spain also happened to know that Romano had suffered his first few wet dreams, but he had gone to such lengths to keep Spain from finding out, Spain didn’t have the heat to tell him he knew.
Romano was quiet for a moment before inquiring in a soft voice, “Do we have the money?”
Spain’s heart melted a bit. How cute! “Of course we do, Romano. I have a special fund set aside for this. Only this time… this time I think we need to leave the dresses behind.”
Romano’s nose wrinkled in confusion. “Huh?”
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