Hetalia Fluffy Stories

Spamano~

*Warning~ May contain curse words to keep characters in character*

I mainly wrote this cause I'm board, and I feel like writing in Spanish :3

"Romano! ¿Donde es la patatas?" Spain called from the kitchen.

     "Now why do you need potatoes, tomato bastard?" Romano questioned from the couch in the living room.

     Spain looked in from the kitchen, "I'm trying to make fish and chips, like what England does." He answered.

     Romano flinched, "The hell? Why are you making something that England made? That bastard doesn't know how to cook!" ((I feel weird writing this kind of stuff XD OH WELL, I warned you peoples :3))

     Spain smirked, "Because I know I can do it better!"

     Romano rolled his eyes, "Just because you can make good churros doesn't mean that you can make England's trash taste good."

     Spain shrugged, "So, where are the potatoes?" He asked again.

     "In the pantry on top of the flour container." Romano said.

     "¡Gracias!" The Spaniard said cheerfully and walked away from the door. "By the way, did you know that we have King Arthur's Flour?"

     "Yeah," Romano called back, "But it's just the brand name. If that English bastard tries to make flour himself, he will end up making jello instead, and not the good kind." He heard Spain laugh out loud, and couldn't help but grin himself.

     "Tú no eres muy simpatico." He heard Spain mumble to himself. Romano sighed quietly, feeling comfortably happy as he laid down on the couch, closing his eyes.

* * * * *

Spain moved the pot of oil off the stove and felt accomplishment as he looked at the golden fish. It looked pretty good; it actually looked better than what England made. The fries also turned out pretty well, though they were thinner than what he had in England.

He walked over to the living room to get Romano. "Romano, la comida es-" he stopped. Romano has fallen asleep on the couch, snoring away. Spain stood there for a little bit, not really sure what to do. Then he smirked as an idea popped into his mind.

I feel like France. He thought as he slid onto the couch behind the sleeping country, hugging Romano and holding him close. He rested his head on Romano's shoulder, his cheek on his neck, and breathed in his scent.

Spain smiled and held Romano tighter. All of this felt so...warm and fluffy. He felt safe with Romano in his arms. It is as if he can just dose off and forget the world...

*language warning*

"What the- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TOMATO BASTARD?!" Romano woke up, and he is now squirming, kicking and punching who knows what. Spain let go, startled, and Romano fell off the couch. Spain sat up on the couch.

"¿Romano? ¿Eres bien?" Spain asked, sounding like a child.

Romano sat up on the floor, his face red and arms flailing in the air, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" He yelled.

Spain smirkd, "I'm in the BTT for a reason, you know," he said and walked into the kitchen. He leaned his head back into the living room, "¡La comida es listo!" Spain said cheerfully, leaving the confused Romano to freak out in peace.

I may not like writing curse things, but I wove writing fluff XD
THIS TURNED OUT BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD, AND IT MADE ME HAPPEH ^o^