Hetalia Fluffy Stories

Spamano (again XD)~ Learning Español

Yeah, this is my third Spamano, deal with it XD The next one might be Ameripan cuz life :3 

There is cursing again in this one, but there might be more in this one, like more than the 'h' word, but who knows :3

     The sun shone brightly as two figures walked down a trail in the woods. You've guessed it; it's Spain and Romano. The musky scent of pine sap surrounded the two, and every so often you could see a deciduous tree with buds that will later be replaced with young leaves in a week or two. 

     "There's a neat area up ahead." Spain said happily, "There are lots of fossils laying around, and there are also plenty of other rocks that look interesante."

     "It sounds like you're a rock bastard now." Romano said absent-mindedly as he walked slightly behind the spaniard.

     Spain looked back at Romano, "Hey Romano, what's on your mind?" He asked. He sounds a bit off today... He thought. 

     Romano hesitated for a few moments before responding, "How do you say 'fight me' in Spanish?"

     "¿Que? ¿Por qué?" Asked the confused Spain.

     Romano looked down at the ground, hiding a smirk, "No reason." His words came out high pitched with mischief, like a five year old boy pranking his unsuspecting friend.

     Spain shrugged, "Luchar me."

     Romano's smirk grew larger, "¿Luchar me?"

     Spain eyed the Italian suspiciously, "Sí..."

     "Luchar me..." Romano repeated under his breath, "Luchar me..."

     Spain eyed him for a few more moments, then shrugged off his suspicions. Yeah I know he's going to do something estupido, but there's not much use worrying about it. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     "¡LUCHAR ME!" 

     "Romano, stop."

     "¡LUCHAR ME!" 

     "Romano, please."

     "¡LUCHAR ME!" 

     "No please..." 

     About ten minutes went by, and ever since Spain told Romano how to say 'fight me' in Spanish, he's been saying it gradually louder each time. They were almost at the place that Spain was talking about, but Romano is giving no sign of shutting up. "Luchar me..."

     "Romano, I'm warning you." Spain said and glared at him.

     He had a childish smirk on his face, "¡Luchar me!" Spain glared at Romano for a few more moments, then looked in front of him again. Before he knew what was going on, he found himself on the ground, his arms flopped out in front of him. Romano tackled him, and he was now acting more like a five year old than before. "¡Luchar me!" Romano repeated in his ear.

     Spain paused at first, then smirked as he got an idea. He took his right arm and slapped Romano's head...pathetically weak. ¡Mierda! He cursed in his mind when he figured that his slap didn't go as well as he planned. Romano started to laugh like a child and rolled off of the spaniard. "Tomato bastard, what the hell was that?" He managed to say while he was caught in a fit, "I said luchar me, not touch my face!" Romano then proceeded to laugh more hysterically when he realized how stupid that sounded.

*le feels like putting cursing warning cause Im a dope XD*

     Spain sat up and chuckled, "So do you want to fight?" He asked, smirking as another idea popped into his mind.

     "Noo, why the fuck would I want to fight? It's not like I have been saying so for the past ten, fifteen, however long minutes!" Romano said, his voice thick with sarcasm.

     Spain got up and brushed himself off, "Then get off the ground." He demanded.

     Wait, he serious? Romano thought to himself. He shrugged and got up as well, Oh well, I can beat the bastard anyways. "Bring it on, tomato-bastard!" He said and smirked.

DOO DOO DOO DOO POKEMON BATTLE MUSIC I CHOOSE YOU!!! XD

     Spain smirked and rushed towards Romano, who was expecting some sort of tackle or something. However, the spaniard instead picked up the Italian bridal style. Eyes wide, Romano's face immediately flushed red. "WHAT THE F- TOMATO BASTARD WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!" He yelled, kicking his legs in the air and his arms not knowing what to do, and soon instinctively wrapped around Spain's neck. "I THOUGHT WE WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO FIGHT!!!"

     Spain chuckled, "Silly Romano, I will never hurt mi novio!" He said happily.

     Now what the fuck does that mean? Romano wondered. Probably a fancy Spanish word for friend. "Spain, if you don't put me down right now, you are going to lose your head." Romano threatened.

     "Alright." Spain said, and followed his order. But, not without giving Romano a light kiss on the nose.

     Romano kinda just stood there, his face red, completely confused about what to do without looking stupid. It doesn't really help that he already looks stupid. Eventually, Spain just laughed and grabbed his hand, dragging him along the trail. After a few paces, the spaniard realized something: instead of going to the trail with fossils at the end of it, he accidentally went to the trail that leads to a dead end at a highway.

I love the fact that every single Spamano I have written so far ends with Romano being a confused tomato XD

Also, Romano always calls Spain 'tomato-bastard'

AND, Romano loves tomatoes. >:3