“Lovi, you’re shivering… Please, let me warm you up… Please, Lovi… I’m sorry…” Spain said, reaching out to the violently shivering nation who sat stubbornly on the window sill. Romano stared out the window before shaking his head and burying his face into his knees, trying to still his body by tightening his grip around his legs. No, stay away! I’m mad at you! You hurt me! You don’t deserve to be near me! Don’t touch me! Get away! Romano’s thoughts shouted in his head, but never aloud, as he heard the muffled footsteps of Spain’s bare feet cross the carpeted floor.
His eyes went wide and his whole body stiffened as warmth enveloped him in the form of long arms. Spain pulled Romano into his lap on the window sill, murmuring soft apologies into his ear.
“Lovi, Lovi, Lovi… I’m so sorry… Please, forgive me, please… I didn’t mean it… I was angry. Upset. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I promise, Lovi, I’ll never hurt you again. I’m so sorry, Lovi… Lovino… I won’t hurt you again. I promise. I promise. I promise. Please, Lovi, I’ll do anything…” Spain begged, his face in Romano’s soft hair. Romano was surprised to feel wetness on his scalp. Gingerly reaching up, he touched the back of his head where a large bump swelled. He winced at the pain that shot through his skull. Spain let out a strangled cry and began to cry harder.
Romano reached his hands up to take Spain’s face in his, fingers gliding up across his chin, his jaw, and across his cheeks. He paused only to wipe away the tears that settled in the corners of Spain’s eyes before continuing up to his temple where his fingers gripped the brown curls before sliding down over his forehead and eyebrows, gently skating across his closed eyelids. Fingertips brushed the thick eyelashes before gently feeling the shape of his nose and finally stopping at his lips. Romano’s eyes opened, his breathing slow and calm as he stared up at those green eyes he knew and loved and… trusted.
“I’m mad at you…” he whispered, trying to maintain his composure, his thumb softly rubbing Spain’s bottom lip. Spain’s eyes were dark with pain, worry, hurt, remorse, and most of all: regret.
“I know. I’m sorry…” he whispered back. Romano leaned back into his chest, his fingers resting lightly upon Spain’s cheeks as he pulled his face closer and tilted his head up for a soft kiss.
“Shhh… It’s okay… I forgive you…” he sighed into the kiss. He let his hands dropped to Spain’s, lacing fingers. The elder nation looked incredibly relieved and rested his chin on Romano’s shoulder, staring out the large window and up at the nearly full moon. Just a few more days and it’ll be the biggest it’s ever been in 19 years.
“Too bad it won’t be full on your birthday, Lovi… I’m sorry…” he muttered, more to himself than to Romano. the Italian seemed to realize this because he made no response and only squeezed his fingers, eyelids slowly drooping as Spain returned his attention on Romano, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he fell asleep.
“Good night, Lovino… Sweet dreams, mi amor.”
(Source: jadeharleyquinn)
