Romano seriously didn’t know what was wrong with himself.
Lately, when he looked at Spain – when he was cooking, or doing the dishes, or even in bed – sometimes, his focus would suddenly veer off-track and he would be dragged into a little drama-esque flashback of how Spain had to wash his hands before sex even if it totally ruined the moment (“But I was vacuuming the floor before this! What if you had my fingers in your mouth and you got a stomachache or something – OUCH!”) or how Spain couldn’t sleep until his pillow was fluffed up just so. It was happening more and more often, and he knew Spain was catching on due to the concerned looks he threw in Romano’s direction every time he had to call his name to catch his attention. Of course, Romano refused to admit it. It would make him look like a soppy romantic pansy which he, God forbid, was not. No, he definitely wasn’t going to admit it.
Habits – Spain had tons of them. Once, he woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside him empty and a light shining from under the bedroom door. Bleary-eyed and grumpy, he felt his way along the hall and stumbled across Spain in the living room, curled up on the couch and staring intently at his laptop with a goofy smile on his face. Romano stopped in his tracks, scrubbed at his eyes, and threw a cursory glance at the wall clock. “Dammit, you bastard! What the hell are you doing? It’s fucking four in the morning!” Spain looked up at Romano’s outburst and gave him his sunniest smile. “Romano! Come here and look at this!” Romano scowled but made his way over. “It’d better not be porn, you fucking tomato bastard…” He peered over Spain’s shoulder. No, it wasn’t porn. Romano was part relieved and part speechless as he stared at a Youtube video of two fluffy kittens playing with a ball of yarn. Spain beamed. “Aren’t they just adorable! I wanted to stop at two a.m., but they were so cute that I kept clicking on more links – oh, I’m sorry, Romano, did you miss me? I’ll be right to bed so don’t worry~”
Romano went to bed that night fuming. Spain continued doing it anyway.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ this is anon's first time doing this pairing and her first time posting here... /shy, goes back to corner
Assuetudes (part 1/2)
Lately, when he looked at Spain – when he was cooking, or doing the dishes, or even in bed – sometimes, his focus would suddenly veer off-track and he would be dragged into a little drama-esque flashback of how Spain had to wash his hands before sex even if it totally ruined the moment (“But I was vacuuming the floor before this! What if you had my fingers in your mouth and you got a stomachache or something – OUCH!”) or how Spain couldn’t sleep until his pillow was fluffed up just so. It was happening more and more often, and he knew Spain was catching on due to the concerned looks he threw in Romano’s direction every time he had to call his name to catch his attention. Of course, Romano refused to admit it. It would make him look like a soppy romantic pansy which he, God forbid, was not. No, he definitely wasn’t going to admit it.
Habits – Spain had tons of them. Once, he woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside him empty and a light shining from under the bedroom door. Bleary-eyed and grumpy, he felt his way along the hall and stumbled across Spain in the living room, curled up on the couch and staring intently at his laptop with a goofy smile on his face. Romano stopped in his tracks, scrubbed at his eyes, and threw a cursory glance at the wall clock. “Dammit, you bastard! What the hell are you doing? It’s fucking four in the morning!” Spain looked up at Romano’s outburst and gave him his sunniest smile. “Romano! Come here and look at this!” Romano scowled but made his way over. “It’d better not be porn, you fucking tomato bastard…” He peered over Spain’s shoulder. No, it wasn’t porn. Romano was part relieved and part speechless as he stared at a Youtube video of two fluffy kittens playing with a ball of yarn. Spain beamed. “Aren’t they just adorable! I wanted to stop at two a.m., but they were so cute that I kept clicking on more links – oh, I’m sorry, Romano, did you miss me? I’ll be right to bed so don’t worry~”
Romano went to bed that night fuming. Spain continued doing it anyway.
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this is anon's first time doing this pairing and her first time posting here... /shy, goes back to corner