A/N - Just discovered Spanamo today, so I ended up writing this. Comments and criticisms welcomed :)

Romano looks at the older nation sleeping so carefree, and sighs. He squeezes his eyes tight shut, and reminds himself why he's doing this.

'Please, mi tomate?' Spain pleaded.

'No,' Romano scowled. 'There's no way I'd sleep together with you.'

'But, when you were little -'

'That was then! Besides, it was only when I had nightmares, when I was scared.'

Spain had sighed and looked dejected, and of course Romano's heart had twisted with guilt.

Which had eventually led to the current situation, with Romano hovering over the sleeping Spain, wondering what the hell he was going to do.

It's stupid, it's unfair, but it's Spain. Spain, the person he's in love with, the one he'd do anything for.

Even something as embarrassing as this.

Romano perches awkwardly on the bed. God, this is harder than I'd thought.

Beside him, Spain stirs sleepily. Romano's heart hammers, and all he can think is please don't wake up pleasedon'twakeup...

Spain sighs, and Romano pats his chocolate brown curls.

Then, oh-so-slowly, he lifts the covers and insinuates himself into the cocoon of warmth.

For a moment, Romano just lies there stiffly. Then Spain half-wakes. 'Mi Roma...' He murmurs, shifting to drape his arm over the other nation and pull him close.

Romano blushes and tries to ignore the feeling of happiness that rushes through him.

He nuzzles closer to Spain, burying his nose in the other nation's collarbone - it's only because he wasn't comfy before. As usual, Spain smells like laughter and sunshine.

For the thousandth time, Romano wonders why someone like Spain cares so much for someone like him.

His eyes drift shut as Romano stifles a yawn. Stillness settles over them; all Romano can feel is the steady beat of Spain's heart against his own.

Sleep enfolds Romano in sweet dreams, as two heartbeats melt into one.