Mio Sole. chapter 4. Spamano

Rating: T+ (there may be a bit more romance/adorableness in this chapter
Summary: Dinnertime with Romano, Veneziano, and Spain. Veneziano & Romano talk. Spain is tortured on the inside (I think) eh…..read. there's a lotta stuff.



Through the entire day Romano and Veneziano talked on the couches, but as the sun began to set appetites rose. Spain rose from the couch and urged the brothers to resume connecting and went solo into the kitchen.

"I'm glad there is someone that cares about you, Romano," Veneziano said when Spain had shut the door.

"W-What're you talking about?" Romano blushed.

"Spain, well on the phone last night, sounded really worried about you. He said you weren't doing so well and thought talking to me might help. He choked up a few times even…but he saved us, Romano, even though it was hard for him he saved us," Veneziano gave a wide smile to Romano as he saw his brother have a wide blush.

"H-h-he just wanted us to be brothers again is all! So I wouldn't bother him all the time!" Romano blurted out grabbing his pants.

"I doubt that," Veneziano smiled and moved onto the couch alongside Romano and wrapped his arms around him, "he looks at you so sweetly, Romano."

Romano blushed and kept his hands clenched onto the excess fabric of his pants. When he could feel his face becoming the color of a ripe tomato he hid it in Veneziano's shoulder. Romano drew back for a moment after smelling a bit of his brother's skin. He hadn't smelled the light mix of oregano and grass on anyone since he'd left all those years ago.

But that was in the past….

Romano wrapped his younger brother in his arms and rubbed his back with his fingertips. He realized they both shared Grandpa Rome's signature physique.

"I'm sorry to break such a special moment, but it has been a five-minute hug and the food is getting cold," Spain announced from the doorway of the kitchen.

"It's pasta!" Veneziano exclaimed dislodging himself from his brother and skipping into the dining room. Spain was about to turn into the room as well when Romano grabbed the back of his apron and placed his face near Spain's.

"I now understand when you said 'relatively smart' Spain," he said close to Spain's ear. Just close enough for his warm lips to hit the cold flesh of Spain's earlobe. His hot breath hitting Spain's neck and sending a chill down his spine. Spain offered a small chuckle as Romano entered the room.

"Serve yourselves! I'll be right back!" Spain said rushing down the hallway to the restroom. He shut the bright white door and entered the clay-colored room breathing heavy. He looked into the mirror and saw a bright red ribbon stretched from his ear to ear. "Romano would have definitely noticed this," Spain thought to himself, "He would notice and he would have scolded me and….and I have to get rid of this!" Spain screamed in his head but whenever he shut his eyes he could feel Romano coming up from behind him and the feeling of his lips on his ear.

He wanted more…..

When Spain composed himself he entered the kitchen and saw the brothers sitting at the table laughing. He walked over to the cabinets and was in the process of removing a plate when Veneziano spoke up.

"Spain, Romano made you a dish so you can sit down already!" He said scooping a large forkful of pasta into his mouth and getting sauce all over his cheeks.

"Che Palle*, Veneziano, can't you eat clean?" Romano used his napkin to rub away the sauce on his little brother's face.

Spain sat between the two and looked at his plate. There was a large hunk of meat in the middle, sauce on only half the pasta and half uncovered. Romano had made his plate exactly as he loves it. Spain only sat with his fork and knife in hand and looked at the plate like it was shining full of gold.

"Oi, you bastard, why aren't you eating?"

Spain patted Romano on the head and began digging into his meal. He smiled at Veneziano, who was on his third spaghetti-mountain plate. He glanced at Romano through the corner of his eye and saw a shy smile he hadn't seen in a while.

"As long as we can go along like this," Spain thought to himself," then everything will be alright. I don't want to destroy this moment," he shook allowing the memory of Romano's lips on his ear to return, "even if that means I can't ever let you know. Mi amor."





Translations:

*che palle = what balls. An Italian saying for anger and/or embarrassment.