Anime One- shots (Yaoi)

Spain x Romano

Spain. Spain. Spain. Why can't I stop thinking about. Spain. That damn bastard just won't get out of my head...and I don't know why....

I can't remember anything that happened two days ago, and for some strange reason I found myself in that damn pervert France's house when I woke up. This must all be that damn bastard's fault. Spain. Oh god dammit!!!

"Oi Romano," damn, not him.

"Hey little buddy, what's going on?" Just walk away and don't say anything. Just walk away.....

"Hey wait," Spain yelled in my ear as he tugged on my sensitive my, oh-so-sensitive curl.

"Hey where are you going, don't run from me like that," dammit Spain! Let go, it argh... it feels like...

"Nowhere, now just let go," dammit! I'm gonna... uh.... free at last. Damn you Spain.

"Great, then let's go to my place," Spain said as he spanned his arms out then grabbed me at the wrist. I attempted to resist by thrusting my fist into that bastard's face, however, he dodged my attack and grabbed my receptive curl again.

"What is it about this little hair that shuts you up, eh little buddy?" Damn you, damn you, damn you.

Why does this happen every time he shows up? Shit!!! He started stroking my hair, gently twirling it between his fingers... "Hey, Spain... could you let arghh... go of my hair...please...huh huff huh," that was all I could manage to say, I really felt like I was going to...Huh...Thank god the bastard let go.

"Well let's see, I do like playing with Romano's little hair, but if that's bothering him, I guess I should stop. But then again if I'm not holding it, you'll run away and won't come to my place." I don't like where this is headed.

"Looks like I'll have to use plan 'B'."

"Wait, what's plan 'B'? Huh, ufff." Spain picked me up, swung me over his shoulder like a potato sack, and started walking to his house. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. He quickend up the pace and in no time we were at his place. I was ready to hurl all over his damn house because my stomach was sitting on his damn shoulder for about half a damn hour. He finally set me down on his couch, and continued to talk a bunch of blah blah blah bastardical nonsense.

He kept staring at me the whole time and it's kind of starting to freak me out. "Oi Romano, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a bit," I said a bit anxiously since Spain's hand was targeting my curl again.

"Then let me get you something little buddy, you wait right here."

Haha my chance to escape. As Spain walked out of the room in a brisk little skip, I waited for the opportunity to flee.

Justt a bit longer...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, NOW!!!

I ran out of the room without looking back! I ran and ran and ran and... tripped.

What the hell tripped me during this important escape plan? I turned my body around to see Spain holding his battle ax. Why the hell did he have a battle ax?

"I kinda figured you'd try to escape after I left the room. What's a matter, huh little buddy? Don't you like me anymore?" Spain bent over me, lowered his ax right next to my ear, and grabbed my shirt.

He pulled me closer, so close that I could feel his breath against my neck, causing my face to turn red.Then kneeling over me, he took his ax and stated to slice my shirt right down the center. The cold metal against my skin made me cringe. Why did something about this feel so familliar?