He lets Romano grab at him, lets work-hardened fingers grip his shoulders as he takes Romano apart, as Spain makes love to him the way he would every morning if they were able, peaceful and languorous and heady like wine beneath the sun of Spanish summers, like Nero d'Avola sipped off the coast of sparkling Sicilian beaches.
Spain wakes Romano in the best way he knows how.
Oneshot, Spamano.
Words: 4,545, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Somnophilia, Making Love, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, anyone else up yearning? anyone wanna yearn with me?, this was just a shameless excuse to write about these two having early morning love making, itβs sickeningly sweet and horrendously cavity-inducing, they just make me soft what can i say, happy ides of march everyone!! we should all just totally stab caesar!!!
have some atrociously, heart-achingly sappy love-making on this beautiful ides of march!! its what julius caesar would have wanted, im sure.
Spain has been weird about him forever. But Romano needed someone like that once upon a time, so he didn’t mind too much. He still doesn’t mind. Romano revels in Antonio’s attention. Basks in the knowledge that he’s the one Antonio adores. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if he ever stops being Antonio’s favorite person.
Romano wasn’t stupid; he noticed the way Spain looked at him when the idiot thought he wouldn’t notice. He could feel the way Spain held himself back with his affections. And the one time Romano had made sure Spain’s kiss landed on his lips… Spain’s eyes had widened, he’d stammered in Spanish, and avoided him the rest of the day. As if Romano hadn’t wanted the kiss.
As if Romano didn’t want so much more than a simple kiss.
Spain and Romano don’t have to say “I love you” to know. Their “I love you” is a “Hey, I think you’ll like this song,” it’s leaning down to tenderly kiss the other’s check while they’re passed out on the couch, it’s intertwining fingers to stop the other while they’re walking because something caught their eye, it’s sharing food, it’s cutting fruits for each other, it’s kissing each other’s fingertips, it’s kissing each other’s eyelids in the morning to wake them up, it’s kissing the inside of each other’s wrists while they relax and watch a movie, it’s little gestures, little things that scream “I think of you, always.”
Hetalia - Spamano See someone who was stood up and go over there, or a way for a first date to start.
“Need some company?”
Roma looked at him with an upset frown and narrowed eyes, huffed, and slumped back into his seat. A wave of his hand invited Antonio to sit and he did.
“I was supposed to have a date but I guess she didn’t feel like showing.”
“I could be your date,” Antonio said.
The way Romano stared at him was so beautifully judgemental Antonio forgot how to prepare for a rejection.
“Should’ve known you were gay.”
Antonio laughed and tried not to read too far into the words. Romano’s words tended to have bite, but he didn’t really mean most of them.
“I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, and when I saw you sitting over here- Well Francis and Gilbert are the ones who–”
“Shut up,” Romano interrupted. “Yes.”
He looked away and Antonio tilted his head, smile widening at the color of Romano’s cheeks.
