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Wow, I'm actually really surprised at how well this came out, considering the crappy days I've had. I can honestly say this is like the best Spamano I've written so far.

I'd give you all a warning that there will be language, but its Romano for crying out loud! The swearing is all part of the package~

Axis Powers Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

The next morning, Spain woke up, his mind foggy. Everything hurt. He tried to move and was greeted with a stab of pain, and he winced. Blinking slowly, he lifted his hand to rub at his eye, only to find he couldn't lift it. But it didn't hurt...

Looking down, Spain saw with a jolt that Romano was at his bedside, fast asleep with his head in his arm, his other hand intertwined with Spain's. Upon closer inspection, Spain could see tear tracks running down Romano's cheeks, and his eyes looked a little puffy. He had been crying...but, why?

"Roma...?" Spain croaked, running his other hand through the boys hair. "Hey, Roma..?"

Romano groaned, cracking open a bloodshot eye to see what exactly was disturbing his sleep. He nearly fell over when he saw it was Spain, a fully awake and coherent Spain.

"B-Bastard!" He cried, sitting bolt up right and tearing his hand out of Spain's. "D-Don't watch me sleep, fucking pervert!"

Spain laughed a little, but immediately regretted it as pain shot though his side. Romano saw this, and his expression softened. The Italian fidgeted a little, face red. "S-So...do you, um, feel any better?"

"A little bit." Spain lied. In truth, he felt horrible. Every bone in his body ached, and he wished his head would stop pounding. He cast the Italian next to him a sleepy look. "Were you here all night?"

"W-What the fuck do you think!" Romano cried, blushing even harder. "Shit, did those drugs do something to your head?"

"Besides the pounding headache?" Spain muttered, closing his eyes rubbing his temple. "I dunno...everything's fuzzy..."

"S-So you don't...remember anything...?" a tentative voice said. Spain opened his eyes and saw his former underling looking very uncomfortable indeed. That adorable blush was still there, and his eyes were focused on the floor. What could possibly be bothering him? "Y-You don't remember anything from last night...?"

"Last night?" Spain repeated, blinking. Green eyes turned to the ceiling, trying to think. "Well...I don't remember much. I did have a weird dream though..."

Romano froze. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Weird dream?"

"Well..." Spain said, tilting his head slightly. "I don't remember much of the dream...just that there was an angel. A very sad angel..."

Romano was sure his heart would fly out of his chest, it was beating so fast. Oh shit. Shit shit shit. He didn't like where this was going.

"A-And?" He muttered, wincing slightly. Damn it, why did his voice have to crack now!

"I think he was blaming himself..." Spain continued, eyes closed as he recounted his dream. "He was so convinced that he had done something wrong. When really, it wasn't his fault at all..."

Once again, Spain opened his eyes and turned to the Italian at his side, and was startled to see tears leaking down his cheeks. "A-Ah...Romano!"

"Y-You bastard!" Romano howled, wiping his face. Tears continued to fall as he drew a shuddering breath. "Y-You jackass! You weren't supposed to r-remember...!"

With a small smile, Spain reached out and cupped Romano's cheek, wiping away stray tears with his thumb. "Heeey, its okay..."

"N-No its fucking not!" He cried. "Y-You got hurt! A-And its my fault! I-If it weren't for that s-stupid fight-"

"Fight?" Spain asked. And then he understood. Romano was blaming himself for his condition. He thought that because of the fight they had, Spain had gone into the bullfights and gotten hurt. "...Oh Romano..."

"W-What!" Romano hiccuped. He was leaning into the Spaniards hand slightly. It made him feel better...not that he would admit it. He hiccuped again, added with a pitiful sniffle.

"Shh. Listen, this wasn't your fault..." Romano opened his mouth to protest, but Spain cut him off. "It was nothing! I was just practicing with my pet bull! And...he got a little carried away... Think of it as a rehearsal bullfight."

Romano blinked more tears away, staring at Spain in shock. "A-A rehearsal fight...? But...that damned wino said..."

"It was last minute..." Spain assured, wanting to do nothing more then to pull the boy into his arms and kiss every last tear away. "I couldn't get out of it. My actual plans that day was to go see you..."

"M-Me!"

"Of course!" Spain said with a grin. "You didn't think you could just up and walk out on me that easily did you?"

Romano was able to cover his shout of laughter as a sob, but he had a feeling Spain knew better. The Spanish nation smiled more when the Italian covered the hand on his face with his own for a brief moment before taking the hand away from his face, muttering that he wasn't a damn girl. He still held onto Spain's hand though.

They sat in silence for a while, hands still joined. Spain looked like he was dying to do something, but because of his injury, he couldn't move. Romano blinked at him, confused. He raised an eyebrow when Spain gave a frustrated sigh.

"What the fuck's your problem?"

"I hate not being able to move." Spain said bitterly. "I can't do stuff..."

"Like what?" Romano asked, genuinely curious. Maybe, just maybe, he would help him out. Possibly.

"Like hugging you!" Spain cried. "And kissing you! I can't do any of that now! I can't even sit up!"

Well, there went any chances of Romano helping Spain. He blushed furiously, glaring at the nation laying before him. "Pervert! You're lucky you're hurt or I'd kill you!"

Spain pouted. "Awww. Please...since I'm hurt?"

Romano flushed deeper, biting the inside of his cheek. Then, with an irritated 'Oh for fucks sake!' he leaned over and kissed the Spaniard. He could feel the bastard grinning into the kiss, and he resisted the urge to punch him in the side. When he pulled back, panting slightly, he saw Spain was still smiling.

"Oh shut up." Romano hissed, even though Spain hadn't spoken. He quickly got to his feet, noting the noise of indignation Spain made. Shooting him a smirk, Romano crossed over to the opposite side of the bed, the side that Spain wasn't hurt. After promising to murder the nation if he so much as breathed a word to anyone, the Italian crawled into bed next to Spain, resting his head on the others shoulder and not minding the arm snaking around his waist.

He felt Spain nuzzle his hair, and gave a contended hum. "Go back to sleep, stupid shit. You need it."

"I think I will." Spain said. "Now that I have my angel, I can sleep easier~"

"Call me that again, and I'll fucking leave." Romano hissed, hiding his face in Spain's chest to hide his grin. No one could prove he liked being called an angel. No one.

Spain chuckled, and in less then a minute, was fast asleep. Romano listened quietly at the beeping of the heart monitor and Spain's steady breathing before sighing to himself and curling closer to him.

"Goodnight, Spain." Romano muttered, nuzzling into Spain's chest. "...I love you, you stupid bastard."

Romano could have sworn before falling asleep himself, that he heard Spain murmurer "I love you...little angel..."

And there you have it~ No angst, like I promised.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Bye bye! -waves-