Okay so this happened. Um it wasn't really planned so it probaly sucks ass but whatever its fluffy so it counts for something? Idk. Enjoy!!!
Ring Ring Ring
"Ciao?"
"Roma! When are you coming home? It's so cold here and I have about five hundred blankets and pillows but they're not warm enough because I want to cuddle with you please come home soon I relaly miss you and I'm really, really, really super cold! I think I'm dying of hypothermia!!!!!"
Oh great.
Spain.
Ranting Spain.
Romano's eye was twitching, but for some reason his heart was fluttering at the same time and he found himself grinning like an idiot. He was out at the store trying to find something to get Spain for Christmas. It was the middle December and damn was it cold. He had to wake up early in order to get to town without Spain noticing and he was exhausted. He really did just want to go home and curl up on the couch with the Spaniard.
"Yea, yea I'll be home in a few minutes."
"Yay! Thanks amor~" Spain sang and hung up. The Italian just shook his head and made his way to the front of the shop and looked out the window. He froze. It was snowing. And it wasn't just snowing. It was almost a blizzard out there. How did he not notice that before? Thankfully their house wasn't too far away, but he might just die of hypothermia before he got there.
Making his way out the door, Romano was already shivering. He could barely see a foot in front of his face, which just irritated him more.
"Fucking great. This is exactly what I need today." He said to no one in particular. The wind was blowing piles of now throughout the air and the direction he was headed was going against the wind, causing it to blow everything in his face. He growled, because that would do anything to help. The snow was already up to just above his ankles making it hard to walk. Seriously, was the snow trying to keep him away from Spain or something? It sure seemed like it. Not to mention the fact that he felt like a complete idiot since no one else was on the sidewalk or streets.
-Time Skip-
Romano fumbled around in his pockets for his keys, praying to god that he didn't drop him in the snow somewhere. Spain was most likely upstairs, so he wouldn't hear him if he knocked. He found them in his left pocket and hastily unlocked the door, throwing it open and slamming it shut behind him.
"I'm home bastard!" He called out. Shuffling came from upstairs and soon enough a hyper brunette appeared, racing down the stairs.
"Roma! You look so cold mi amor! It's snowing hard out there, you should have come home sooner!" He cried, enveloping the Italian in a bear hug, clearly not caring about the fact that he was covered in snow. "I'll go make you some hot chocolate okay? You should change into PJs, it's a lot more comfortable." And with that he disappeared before Romano could say anything back.
-I'm so lazy please kill me now-
The two were now cuddled up in bed under layers and layers and layers and layers of fluffy blankets from around the house, in pajamas with hot cocoa and watching a movie. They weren't exactly cuddling yet since Spain had just gotten under the fort of blankets, but Romano wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the other's torso and pulling himself as close as physics would allow. He nuzzled the crook of Spain's neck and rested his head on his shoulder, snuggling up and getting comfortable.
"This is only because you're really warm okay? Don't think I'm doing this for any other reason." He snapped. Spain smiled softly and look down at him, snaking an arm around his shoulder and reaching for Romano's hand. He took it and kissed it, resting his head on top of Romano's. The Italian tried to conceal a smile but failed horribly mostly because his rosy red cheeks were giving it away . Spain didn't say anything, he just tilted his head down far enough to capture the Italian' lips in a quick kiss.
"B-Bastardo..." Roma trailed off. Spain giggled at him and rested his head back on top of his boyfriend's. Romano smiled ever so slightly and melted into the Spaniard's warmth.
A little while later, Romano was starting to get drowsy. He knew he wouldn't be awake when the movie ended.
"Ti amo." He blurted out.
"Hm?" Spain looked at him. "Yo tambien te amo." Romano looked up at him almost expectantly, and gave up when Spain didn't do anything. He rolled his eyes and leaned up for a kiss, which the Spaniard happily returned passionately. They shifted positions to make the kiss easier, and Roma's arms instinctively wrapped around the other's neck and brought (read: yanked) him closer. He was a little too eager though, because they both fell back. Spain stopped himself so he didn't suffocate Romano, and was about to say something but he was cut off by a very, very needy Italian. His lips were back on the brunette's in an instant, not that Spain minded at all. They stayed like that for a while, until Roma finally pulled back, grinning lightly.
"Eager today aren't we mi amor? ~"
"Sh-shut up bastard." The Italian muttered, pulling Spain down next to him. He yawned and pawed at his eyes, making Spain internally squeal. The Spaniard snaked an arm under Romano's neck for him to use as a pillow and draped the other arm over his waist. Roma turned around and snuggled into the brunette so he was nose to nose with him. He threw and arm over his neck and left the other one in between them. He leaned in to give Spain one last quick peck before falling asleep in his arms. Spain smiled softly and soon fell asleep himself.
