30 Day OTP Challenge (Spamano)

Day 9 Hanging Out With Friends

Spain roped me into being here. I was at the bar with the Bad Touch Trio. Could things get any worse.

Spain was neither drunk nor sober at the moment, considering he has an impressive alcohol tolerance, meanwhile I'm not drinking tonight, at all. We were watching Prussia and France who were so fucking drunk, I don't even know. Their drunk adventures went something like this.

France: *whacks bartender* Where is it?

Bartender: *completely sober* Where is what?

Prussia: Don't play dumb with us. Where is the purple spotted golden panda pig?

Bartender: I don't know. Please, just let me do my job.*cries softly*

France: He seems innocent. Let's check that guy over there.

Prussia: *tackles a different bartender* We know you did it. Where is it?

This has been going on for the last hour.

"Hey, Romano. You've been here for a while. You want anything to drink?" Spain asked me.

Well, I guess one drink can't hurt. "Sure, why not?"

Soon enough, one drink turned into two, and my thoughts got fuzzy.

Spain's POV

It looks like my little Romano got himself drunk. He looks so cute, slurring his words, but also trying his hardest not to be drunk. Yet he still reaches for his drink. He takes one sip. That was all it took.

"Heeeeey. Do you know thiisss guy named Spaiin? Don't telll him this, buuut he is seeeeeeeexxxxxxxxyyyyyyyyy. I'm telling you this because you loook liek him." As I predicted, he is now officially drunk off his ass.

"You're eyyes are soo greeen, liek a green truck. Oh my goshing gosh, you're haiir is brown liek a piece of diirrrtt. I looooooove youuuu. Lett mee kisss youu." I'm not letting him do anything that he wouldn't do if he was sober.

I gathered the drunks in the car. Drunk Romano in the front seat, and drunk France and also drunk Prussia were making out in the back seats. I've been told that I have a high alcohol tolerance, so I am driving them home. I had to force France to go into his house, and Prussia followed, crying about something like being alone with nobody to love.

Once I started to drive again, Romano was leaning against my arm, petting my hair, being adorably drunk. "Pppllleeeeeeaaaaaassse, lett mee looove yoouuu."

"No, you're drunk."

"Thaattt'sss noo excuuse. In thiiss worrlld, it's looovee oor be loovved." That wasn't as drunk as it was creepy.

*Time skip brought to you by Flowey the Romano*

We finally arrived home after what seemed like forever.

"I rlly rllly loooovvve youuuu. Can we do snuggles in your bed tonight?" I blushed at the question. I'm not doing sex or anything like that. Not tonight.

Back to Romano's POV with a free time skip

I woke up this morning with a pounding in my head. Fuck. I hate hangovers. At that moment I realized where I was.

"Hey, Spain. Did we, you know.... do it last night?" I asked the Spaniard since I have no memory of last night.

"No. We just cuddled. You were like REALLY drunk though.

Heh. I have to get up in a few hours. My parents think that I'm sleeping. Stupid parents, not knowing stuff. Yeah,writing Spamano stuff is so totally sleeping.