The Talk
Summary: "Lovi, you wouldn't make-out with England on a park bench, would you?" Romano seriously questioned Spain's sanity.
This was inspired by an entry on Tegaki E and my friend (Romano) and I's (Spain) discussion after seeing it.
"Lovi, you wouldn't make-out with England on a park bench, would you?"
Romano turned slowly and raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Why the hell," he asked carefully, "would I ever want to do that?"
Spain gazed at him unflinchingly, green eyes unusually wide and taking on that particular puppy-dog look. "You didn't answer my question, Lovi."
The younger nation sighed heavily. "No, Spain, I would not make-out with England on a park bench. I hate that bastard, anyway."
"Lovi," Spain continued, "would you do it after talking about how much you hate America, France, and I?"
Romano sputtered. "I—You—He—America—You—We—What?" he finally managed to say, staring at the Spaniard as though he lost his mind. "Why the fuck would you even think about that? Of course not, dumbass."
"Would you do it after he declared his love for you?"
"I—No." Romano furrowed his brows. "Are you having insecurity issues? First of all, there is no way England would do that, and secondly, even if he did, why the hell would I go to him? My God, Spain, did you finally crack?"
"No, but I was just making sure." Spain laughed a tad nervously. "Lo siento; I guess I am a bit insecure."
The Italian huffed, crossing his arms. "What is there to be insecure about, bastard?"
The older nation laughed, this time more heartily, and strode over to Romano, wrapping his arms loosely around his former charge. "I was just worrying that maybe you would leave me, mi pequeño tomate."
"Don't call me that," Romano protested, though without any force, and leaned into his companion's embrace just slightly. "And why the hell would I leave you?"
Spain explained simply, "Anything's possible." He then went on to nuzzle the Italian, grinning. "You're so cute, Lovi~!"
"Perverted bastard! Get the hell away from me!"
And everything was back to normal after that.
Lo siento—I'm sorry
mi pequeño tomate—my little/small tomato (if my sentence conjugation/vocab isn't messed up lmao)