lemonsandmelonsandpearsohmy:

“If you keep making that face, Lovi dear, your face will get stuck that way,” Spain sang as he walked past the small child, basket of tomatoes in hand. Romano continued to glare at the wall. “And you don’t want that cute little face of yours to be stuck.”

Romano’s glare intensified and he made no sound except an angry puff.

“Did Alice put you in the corner again? Poor thing. Pobrecito. Come here…” Spain muttered gently, putting down the basket and kneeling down, holding out his arms. Romano didn’t move for a moment before slowly turning on his heel and studying Spain. Seeing the tomatoes he took a step forward. “Come on… I’ll give you a tomato… Is that what you want? Un tomate…?” 

Romano slowly nodded, no longer glaring but angrily pouting. He took small steps towards Spain and hesitantly let himself be enveloped in Spain’s long arms. He sniffled and buried his head into Spain’s chest.

“Probecito, probecito. Big mean ol’ Belgium. Boss Spain will protect you,” Spain murmured, rubbing small circles on the child’s back. He reached out for a tomato. Placing it gently into Romano’s hands, he continued to murmur happy things. Romano was no longer paying attention, his small fingers trying to maneuver the large tomato with a scowl. Plopping down to a sitting position, he lifted the large thing to his mouth. Finding it too big, he glared up at Spain.

“It’s too big, dammit!” he cried, finally speaking. Spain chuckled. “Fix it! What are you doing, just laughing?! I wanna eat it, dammit!” Spain stood up, picking up the small boy with him.

“Let’s go cut it up! Vamos!” 

(Source: jadeharleyquinn)