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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 22, 2010 22:10:04 GMT -5
Spain was DEFINITELY not treating Romano like a kid. Were he to be doing that, Romano would have been scooped up into Spain's loving embrace faster than he could say chigi! Kids were just hugable like that! "I didn't say you did, Romano!" he said with a shrug and a laugh. "Though if you did, I bet it'd be really cute if you came to me to help you feel better."
He continued his magical warming rays that were actually doing absolutely nothing. "My Cheer-Up Charm is flawless!" he said, pausing for a moment to think of all the times Spain tried to cheer Romano up with his Cheer Up Charm only to have it fall flat. "You seem to be the only one immune to it."
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 23, 2010 14:36:25 GMT -5
... why did Spain have to be so creepy sometimes?
Romano scoffed and replied irritably, "Flawless, my ass!" But then he realized that didn't come out quite the way he wanted it to, so he quickly added, "Have you even used it on anyone else?! It seriously doesn't work as well as you think, you fuckin' idiot."
Then he heard a rustling in the trees above them, and he let out a frightened squeal scream shout and immediately ducked behind Spain. "W-What the fuck was that?!" he stammered, eyes darting around with his hands on Spain's back, fully prepared to push and run if the situation called for it.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 23, 2010 17:17:47 GMT -5
Spain had to think about that question for a moment. HAD he used the Cheer-Up Charm on anyone else? It wasn't that the Cheer-Up Charm was something save specifically for Romano, it was just that no one else really needed it. Romano was the only person he knew caught in a state of perpetually grumpy uncuteness. "But it DOES work, right?"
He was startled by the noise in the trees and then Romano jumping behind him. Deciding to be brave, Spain scanned the area looking for signs of something or someone hiding. "Do you think that maybe it's Betty White?"
You never know with that adorable old lady.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 23, 2010 20:18:43 GMT -5
"No, it doesn't, and who the hell is Betty White?!" Romano was trying his best to look tough and nonchalant as he kept hidden behind Spain, hands clenched in the back of the other's shirt. "She's not some terrorist or mass murderer, is she? Or a bear?!" Whoever named a bear such an innocent name had a sick sense of humor.
The rustling came around again, even louder than before and right above them. As a reaction to his absolutely justified and reasonable fright, Romano yelled out and leaped onto Spain's back, piggyback style.
Pretending that he was not in a somewhat mortifying situation right now, he decided, "Y-You're still the distraction, dammit!!"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 23, 2010 20:39:36 GMT -5
Spain was just about to reply to Romano and tell him that Betty White was, in fact, an adorable old lady when he suddenly felt the weight on his back increase and he stumbled slightly to keep himself from toppling over in a heap on the ground. Not that he minded having Romano on his back, he just would have liked a bit of warning! At least then, he could have prepared himself!
Though he smiled because Romano just willingly climbed on his back! (Though, seriously. He should have asked if he wanted a piggyback ride.) "What should I do? Wave my arms around and get her to come over here?"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 23, 2010 21:18:47 GMT -5
"No, you fuckin' dumbass!" Still looking fairly paranoid, Romano suggested, "You can either run, hide, or cry. Actually, don't cry, that'll scare me even more, dammit."
There were still some rustlings, and Romano made sure to hide his face successfully (bloodthirsty beasts only attacked when they saw the whites of your eyes!!) as he muttered, "Fuck, if we die here, no one's getting my Taylor Swift CDs!! They're getting buried with me, got it?!"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 23, 2010 21:28:24 GMT -5
Spain began walking at a quickened pace. If there was something in the woods, even if it's Betty White, he might as well attempt to not get eaten by it. He peeked over his shoulder and laughed a little when Romano mentioned Taylor Swift. Though it didn't surprise him that Romano typically had bad taste in music, there was something adorable about liking Taylor Swift.
"You like Taylor Swift, Lovi~?" he asked lightly. In his distraction, he tripped over the root of a tree but managed to find his feet before faceplanting on the ground.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 23, 2010 21:47:17 GMT -5
Romano yelped as they almost fell, clinging even tighter to his escort. It was possible that he might be cutting off some of the air in Spain's esophagus, but his life was on the balance here!! Give and take, right?
Even if one couldn't see his face, Romano's immature pout could be clearly heard in his voice. "M-Maybe!", he retorted, feeling slightly embarrassed. Though there was no reason why he should be!! There was just something in Spain's tone of voice that made Romano feel as if he were being humored. "She's a very talented and beautiful young lady, dammit! Kanye's got nothing on her!!"
He blinked a bit, then gave a small huff. "And don't call me Lovi~, stupid." Romano was actually more used to being called Romano, and Spain made his human name sound like a pet name or something. .... which was obviously unacceptable!!
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 23, 2010 23:11:14 GMT -5
Spain felt his oxygen supply depleting but he was enjoying having Romano hug him so tightly that it was worth having his face turn a lovely shade of purple! However, once he got air to his brain, he was finally able to think and then talk.
"I like that one song she sings. And she IS very pretty!" he admitted with a nod. He stopped walking at Romano's 'Lovino' protest and glanced over his shoulder again. "Lovino then? Romanooo~ Roma? Mano? Romanito? Lovinito Pequeñito?" As he continued, he laughed at himself because he felt hilarious.
He also secretly hoped that Romano would agree to that last one.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 24, 2010 20:35:39 GMT -5
Romano rolled his eyes, giving him a light thwack on the head. (He really couldn't punch or headbutt him or anything, since... if Spain fell, they both fell.) "She's sung more than one song, stupid! As if I can tell which one you're talking about, dammit." Though, he judged that Spain was either talking about Love Story or You Belong With Me, since those were the only two that ever played on the radio.
Against the idiot's inner wishes, Romano huffed and decided, "Romano! Romano or Lovino, one or the other, so fuckin' choose one and deal with it." Not that any of the other nations ever called him Lovino, anyways. It was usually only a name he used when flirting with human girls... or ordering food at Panera Bread.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 24, 2010 21:55:25 GMT -5
Even Spain didn't know which song he was talking about. For all he knew, he had heard five different Taylor Swift songs on the radio but considering how similarly they sound, he probably assumed he was listening to the same one several times. He began humming a completely unrecognizable tune, "That's one, do you know which one I'm talking about?"
"If I choose to call you Lovino, can I call you Lovi~?" he asked. He was just about to throw in a 'just kidding' (except he wasn't really) when he randomly and quite suddenly emerged from the forest. The two of them found themselves on the side of a slightly familiar road, "Hey, look! We lived!"
He didn't put Romano down or even act like he was thinking about doing so. "We will live to see another siesta!"
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 25, 2010 20:15:11 GMT -5
He had no idea which song Spain was referring to, but he didn't feel like admitting that so he snapped, "Of course I know which one you're talking about! I know all of her songs." As a proper Taylor Swift fan though, he felt rather bothered that he couldn't place that tune.
Romano was about to respond to Spain's request before he got distracted by FREEDOM!!! And he didn't make much move to get off Spain's back either. He was finding it was a lot easier to cling to the idiot and not waste any energy walking. In the end, laziness overpowered personal pride.
"If anyone asks, you're carrying me because I injured my leg during an epic fight with a tiger," Romano ordered, trying not to sound too tearfully overjoyed that they had survived the ordeal.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 26, 2010 7:30:52 GMT -5
"A tiger? Right!" said Spain as he walked down the street toward the direction that they wanted to go down. He paused and thought about what Romano had just said. There were no tigers in the woods and Romano was definitely not injured. What was he trying to pull? "...you can walk just fine, Lovi."
Though he didn't put him down or even really think to.
"Should I go back to the school or should I just head home?" he wondered. Both would probably end their little hang-out time but if Spain didn't hurry, they were both going to be late for their siesta time and that is just wrong.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Mar 27, 2010 21:29:12 GMT -5
"That's not the point, dammit!!" Romano immediately replied, sounding quite defensive. "Other people won't know that! What the hell would they think if they saw you carrying me and I wasn't injured? They'd think I'm a fuckin' pansy, that's what!!" Not that he actually was. Getting lost was mentally exhausting, obviously!! Romano deserved to be carried for a bit, dammit.
He frowned at Spain's next question. Dammit, he was really hoping for that free meal. But there was the internal instinct within him, a natural alarm clock that was born in all Italians. One that let him know that siesta time was pretty damn soon and that if he did not get naked and nap intensely at said time, he was underaccomplished.
"Guess we can't be late," Romano relented poutingly. "You still owe me a meal." Though Spain was a pain in the ass, at least he understood the value of precious sleep.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 27, 2010 22:16:01 GMT -5
Spain laughed a bit. Maybe Romano wasn't the manliest person in the world but the idea of him being a pansy was a little far-fetched. "They'd probably think you just wanted a piggyback," that sounded completely normal to Spain. A college kid giving his friend a piggyback for no good reason? What was wrong with that? In fact, maybe in Laws Class, Spain would make it a law that friends had to carry each other that way! ...or at least make it become a cultural norm.
"England was up late typing loudly on some assignment," Spain said, thinking about the three minutes of sleep he had lost before passing out into deep sleep. Mere typing wasn't about to keep him awake all night but those three minutes were precious when it was England who was taking them away. "Bloody hell that guy likes to type loudly!"
Spain never missed his opportunity to poke fun at his roommate. Even if said roommate was not around to hear said insult.
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