This was recommended by my friend, who is obsessed with Spamano 🙄
Romano plopped down on the sofa, eyes on the TV, watching the daily Italian news.
"Fratello!" his brother's voice rang ,"I'm going to Germany's house!"
The name made him flinch in anger. "Potato bastard...," Romano murmured beneath his breath.
Romano heard the door close in a thump, and sighed with exhaustion.
Romano jumped suddenly when he heard the phone rattling and ringing loudly, as if blasting. The ringtone was a flamenco guitar playing a Spanish tune. He growled and snatched the phone from its place, answering and placing the phone on his right ear.
"Che, idiota?" Romano snapped.
"Hola Romanito!~ I was wondering if I could come over," Spain's voice spoke through the other line.
"What for?" Romano replied.
"My boss gave me a week off so I was thinking of seeing you. Well, we haven't seen each other in a while, so it'd be lovely to see you again," Spain explained, his voice with cheer.
Romano read the clock, estimating at what time Spain would arrive if he said sure.
"Fine," Romano said sharply.
"Gracias Lovi! I'll see you soon," Spain spoke.
"Hm? Oh sí, whatever," Romano waved off.
Neither of them hung up, though. There was just awkward silence.
"Are you going to hang up?" Spain questioned.
Romano hung up without saying anything else. Romano crossed his arms, pondering about the Spaniard.
3 hours later...
There was a doorbell, warning that there was someone lingering outside the door for a response.
Romano opened his eyes from his nap, he looked at the TV and turned it off. He rubbed his eyes, and yawned, making his way to the door.
Romano lazily pulled the door open, revealing Spain, who was standing with a suitcase.
Spain pounced on Romano and hugged him tightly.
"Romano! It's been a while!" Spain exclaimed.
Romano's cheeks radiated some red, and gently hugged Spain in return. Spain pulled away, and pulled up his basket.
"I brought tomates!" Spain opened the basket, which was full with fresh and ripe tomatoes.
"Uh...I don't have anything for you," Romano said, almost apologetically.
"It's ok, I only needed you," Spain smiled.
Romano felt his heart burst. "Um, yeah... Come in," Romano widened the door open.
Spain took a step in, and closed the door behind him.
"Italy! I'm here!" Spain exclaimed.
"My stupid fratello isn't here," Romano advised.
"Oh," Spain said in realization, "well, I'll just greet him later," he noted.
Romano lead Spain to a guest room, which was not far from his own.
"Thanks Romano, I'm glad you allowed me to stay over," Spain unpacked his things.
"Sure," Romano shrugged carelessly.
Romano was about to walk back to the living room, until Spain grasped his wrist.
"Now what, tomato bastard?" Romano questioned, turning around.
