Author Commentary: I was on painkillers while writing this, so sorry if it's suckish.

Title: The Truth In Sleep

Characters/Pairs: Spain and Romano (Spamano)

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia... though that's probably for the best.

Romano was sprawled across the couch, sound asleep. His normally scowling face was smooth and peaceful looking. The opportunity was far too tempting for Spain to pass up. Carefully laying down next to him, Spain wrapped his arms around him.

A quiet whisper escaped Romano's lips.

"Hmmm...?" Spain asked, stroking his hair.

"Spain, you idiot..." he said, pressing closer to him.

He's dreaming about me. That's so cute! Spain thought, his hand wandering to that errant curl.

Romano moaned softly and pressed himself closer still. "D-don't do that, you idiot," he mumbled, a slight crease appearing between his brows.

"All right, my cute little tomato," he replied, grinning and going back to stroking his hair, being careful to avoid the curl.

"I'm not a fucking tomato, you bastard," he growled, turning away from him and nearly falling off the couch.

Laughing, Spain held him tightly. "Be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."

Romano grumbled and tried to pull out of his arms, so Spain loosened his grip, not wanting to let go but also not wanting him to fall off the couch. After a few minutes, Romano's struggling calmed and he settled back into Spain's arms, turning to face him again.

Leaning forward, Spain pressed a light kiss to Romano's forehead, earning himself a content sigh. Smiling slightly, he moved his lips down and kissed Romano's nose, watching a slight blush cover his face. After a moment's hesitation, he gently pressed his lips to Romano's and Romano pressed back, his arms reaching around Spain and his hands tangling into his hair.

Managing to put his scattered thoughts back together, he pulled away, thinking, I shouldn't have. He's asleep... I'm taking advantage of a sleeping man. A dark blush immediately found its way onto his face and he untangled himself from Romano's arms, sitting up.

"Don't go..." a quiet voice pleaded.

"All right," he replied with a smile. "I'll stay." Then, he pulled the sleeping Italian's head onto his lap, looking into his peaceful face.

The corners of Romano's mouth gently pulled up into a small smile. The sight made Spain's heart soar and he could feel his own face split into a huge smile. Romano never smiled, or at least never so genuinely as he was now. Spain wanted to kiss him again, but at the same time, he didn't. He wanted a real kiss from him. A willing kiss from a wide awake, sober Romano. The thought made him smile and he looked down at the cute Italian in his lap.

Romano mumbled something, pressing his face into Spain's stomach.

"What was that, cutie?"

The voice was a little hesitant, but it came again, slightly muffled against Spain's body. "I... love you."

"I love you, too," he replied with a smile. He'd always figured as much, but hearing him say it, even in his sleep, had Spain's heart fluttering with happiness.

Leaning back against the couch, Spain decided that Romano had the right idea: it was siesta time. So he decided that he would take a nap with him, and slowly fell asleep.