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Romano never meant to end up in this position. No, he tried to stay on the other side of the bed with his back to Spain. Of course, the bastard couldn’t take a hint so it was never long before two strong arms were slinking their way around Romano’s waist and pulling him close. He’d squirm and blush as Spain dusted his shoulders with soft kisses and whispered sweet everythings nothings into his ears. Finally, when he could take no more, he’d roll over to yell at Spain, only to have his mouth caught in a kiss which Romano would maybe, just maybe, respond to with maybe, just maybe, a good amount of passion. Good amount of passion meaning arms wrapping around Spain’s neck and legs tangling. The whole ordeal could be exhausting, really, so it wasn’t a strange occurrence for the pair to fall asleep tangled among the sheets.

Except tonight. Romano lay cradled in Spain’s arms, glaring up at the ceiling. Of course he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He’d taken a long ass siesta. Which totally wasn’t his fault. The damned bastard was supposed to wake him up. But apparently he just “looked so adorable and cute and there was no way anything was going to ruin that picture”. Though, Romano wasn’t complaining too much. He had needed that nap. He’d had a very… Ahem… p-physical andp-productive morning with Spain. It had been tiresome.

Face going red, he buried his face into Spain’s chest. He paused, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing and listening to evenness of it all. Fingers spreading flat across his heart, Romano attempted to match his breathing pattern. After a few moments, his eyelids lowered and he could feel the warm blanket wrap around him. He was finally going to get some sleep after staring at the ceiling for two hours.

  Spain suddenly shifted in his sleep with a loud snort, odd since he didn’t normally snore, and pulled Romano on top of his chest before he continued to sleep peacefully. Romano jolted awake and angrily retaliated by digging his elbows into Spain’s chest. Spain bolted awake, green eyes flying open as he started shouting in panicked Spanish that Romano struggled to keep up with. Yes, he was more or less fluent in Spanish, but the way Spain was shouting in a panicked and jumbled fashion made it hard for him to keep up. He quickly placed a hand over Spain’s mouth and shakily stroked his cheek.

“Relax, relax! It’s just me! ‘Tonio! Relax! It’s me…” Romano cried as Spain’s eyes went from disoriented and panicked to realization to relaxed. Romano slowly lifted his hand and let out a soft sigh.

“L-Lovi…? Wh-wha…? Wha’s happ’nin’?” Spain asked voice thick with sleep as he slowly blinked. Romano chewed his bottom lip, trying to think of a way to explain himself.

“…I can’t sleep…” he muttered, lowering his head back down on Spain’s chest as his face glowed with embarrassment. He could hear his lover sigh and the arms around the Italian’s small waist tightened their hold.

“Wha’ is it? A m’nster? Need a glass o’ wa…ater…?” Spain drifted off before yawning and settling back into his pillow. Romano panicked and smacked Spain’s chest with the flat of his palm.

“Wake up, bastard! Help me fall asleep!” he demanded. Spain lightly took Romano’s hands in his and, while rubbing the back of his hands with his thumb, he brought his knuckles to his lips.

“Have you tried, Lovi? Do you need me to get you s’methin’? I promise you, there are no m’nsters in the closet o’ ‘nder the bed…” he said, amusement lacing its way through the sleepy fog. Romano would’ve glared if he had the will power to look up.

“I’m not a child, Antonio. Just help me fall asleep…” he snapped, even more grouchy than usual from his sleep deprivation. He usually wasn’t so angry at bedtime. Of course, he usually didn’t stay up until 1 AM because he couldn’t sleep. Fuck the usual, he thought bitterly.

(Source: jadeharleyquinn)