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Mio Sole. Chapter 9. Spamano

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Summary: Romano's dream continues. Wakes up next to Spain. Basically a Romano-fueled chapter~

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The little Italian sat on the floor next to the shattered remnants of his once-sacred cross; carefully picking out the shards of crystal he had lodged into his hands. The blood under his fingernails was beginning to harden and stick the nail to the skin. Yet he still tried to dig his nails into his palm in an attempt to rid himself of the spoiled crystal.

But his slippery, bloody fingers couldn't keep a hold on the slick rock and he only infuriated the cuts further. He wanted nothing more than to bang his fists on the floor but he knew there would be no hope of removing the crystals if he did. So he just sat on the marble, letting his vestments stain from the blood dripping off his palms.

Romano removed one crystal, about an inch long, from the ball of his hand by his thumb. He bit his lip to keep from screaming as he pulled it out. He was trying to make it seem as if the house was empty. If nobody knew he was here then he wouldn't be dominated and reigned over just like Veneziano was.

However, despite his best efforts, he could hear wars waging outside. He could hear the throaty laughter of French noble-mans and captains as their reigns screamed into battle and charged their opponents sliding them onto their bayonets. Romano shuttered at the death-cries of men as they plopped onto the ground, lifeless and rotting. Even though he couldn't see them himself, his mind created an array of corpses arranged in a mountain, rotting and soiling the earth with crimson life-blood.

He grabbed his head and placed it between his knees trying to block the images. But all he could imagine at the moment were men, bodies mangled and screaming for death. He could hear their cries and begged for it to stop.

"I-Is this what Veneziano heard before he was conquered?" Romano thought in horror and shuttered on the floor. He began to shuffle the last pictures of Veneziano in his mind searching for any proof to see if his brother had felt the same thing. But he couldn't find any horror on his brother's face before Austria had taken him away.

Romano's heart breathed a sigh of relief. But just as his shoulders slacked the large doors to his home were kicked open, sending Romano into shock and causing him to run. He ran down the corridor, nearly tripping on his vestments, and locked himself into another room. The tears were running down his face in waterfalls as he struggled to catch his breath, clutching his chest.

"I don't want to belong to anyone!" He shouted in his head, "I'll never belong to anyone!"

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Romano shot out of bed, breathing heavy and searching his hands for cuts and his body for the long white robes he once wore. As he slowly realized it had all been a dream he calmed himself and allowed himself to lay back against the pillow and catch his breath. His head touched the soft feathered pillow and he closed his eyes and turned onto his side, trying to get comfortable. The soft sunlight through the window hitting his face.

"The hell? I don't remember having an east-facing window," Romano said allowing his eyes to crack open. To his surprise he found a Spain soundly slumbering next to him. Romano nearly screamed but covered his mouth and slowly came to the realization of all the occurrences of the night prior.

Spain's nightshirt was long enough to cover his hands, but his fingertips barely showed through the top. Romano carefully sat up, to not wake Spain, and looked upon his bedmate. He took his hand and carefully moved it along the fingertips of Spain's and pushed the down slowly. His cold fingertips became enflamed at the delectable warmth that radiated from Spain. Romano could feel his face becoming engulfed in the same warmth. His lips were usually cold in the morning, but he slowly realized his mouth had been unusually warm that morning. He cursed under his breath and realized he must have brushed up against Spain's arm in his sleep and his lips must have touched it as well.

That was the only possibility…right?

Romano allowed himself to touch Spain's royal curls that rested so carelessly on his forehead. He had always wished to have those same curls; but being Rome's grandchild meant he had the one delicate curl he had to protect from being touched.

Spain's body stretched out in his sleep as he rolled over and faced Romano with a smile on his face. Romano wanted to wake Spain up, because he could tell he was having a perverted dream. But, instead he recognized what went on in Spain's head was none of his business. He callously took his fingers away from Spain's and crawled out from bed.

After washing his face and placing on some uncouth clothing he carefully went outside to the tomato field he had surrounding the house and began watering the multitude of plants. Spain had taught him how delicate tomatoes are to grow and how they needed special care every day. Thus every morning, before even taking care of his own needs he would always water the growing buds first.

The sun kissing his bronze hair always made him smile on the inside. His crisp white shirt would always be drenched in the sweat he produced as he leaned down making sure every tomato was taken care of. He could remember Spain doing the same thing when he was just a boy. He always grew the best tomatoes with all his hard work. The feeling of the soft, but strong, tomato skin, which he worked so hard to produce, would make his morning brighter. He would secretly anticipate the harvest.

He was so excited and anxious to see how the tomatoes would taste he barely noticed the Spaniard leaning out the window amorously watching.
Ok, so I had to write a follow up of course :) lol

So anyways~ I decided my webcam on my page will now be used to put pictures up that (kinda) represent the new chapters mood and whats going on~

chapter folder links:
Chapter 1-10 folder link: [link]
Chapter 11-20 folder link: [link]


Songs I listened to when writing this:
I dunno the name really, but its awesome for capturing the mood of Romano's dream: [link]
mambo italiano: [link]
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya~
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Princesspuppy123's avatar
Even though I know what spain was dreaming about I kinda wish I knew the details
Awesome comic btw