A much needed pick-me-up
anonymous
August 27 2009, 04:53:29 UTC
Nation A finds Nation B sitting outside in a torential downpour, thoroughly depressed and convinced that no one likes him. A takes B home and takes care of him with dry clothes, blankets, hot chocolate, cuddling, etc. and proves to him that someone, namely A, does love him.
I could go for a couple different pairings here, namely: UK/US, Romano/Spain, Cuba/Canada, Italy/Germany, Finland/Sweden (as A and B, respectively). Not looking for smut, just some cute.
The Mortar to Hold a Broken Heart [1/3]
anonymous
September 1 2009, 11:57:25 UTC
I know there were plenty of people that craved GerIta, but I thought that somehow, doting Romano would be way cuter, since we sorta see that side of Italy all the time...
If Romano hadn't been too paranoid too lower his eyes in the downpour, he would not have seen the unfamiliar shape of a familiar man on the bench in the park. He slowed his jog and regarded Spain for a moment; shoulders slumped, neck arched back so that his head tilted toward the sky; an oddly non-existent smile on his barely parted lips. Romano scowled, clutching the bag of groceries.
"Oi, Spain. Stop collecting water with your nose and help me carry this stuff home, dammit."
Spain didn't seem to hear him, which only served to piss the Italian off. He shifted the groceries into one arm and grabbed Spain's hand with the other. Spain's attention was sufficiently caught as he was pulled up and dragged off toward Romano's house.
His hand tightened around Romano's, and the younger of the two swore he could have heard a sniffle.
I could go for a couple different pairings here, namely: UK/US, Romano/Spain, Cuba/Canada, Italy/Germany, Finland/Sweden (as A and B, respectively). Not looking for smut, just some cute.
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If Romano hadn't been too paranoid too lower his eyes in the downpour, he would not have seen the unfamiliar shape of a familiar man on the bench in the park. He slowed his jog and regarded Spain for a moment; shoulders slumped, neck arched back so that his head tilted toward the sky; an oddly non-existent smile on his barely parted lips. Romano scowled, clutching the bag of groceries.
"Oi, Spain. Stop collecting water with your nose and help me carry this stuff home, dammit."
Spain didn't seem to hear him, which only served to piss the Italian off. He shifted the groceries into one arm and grabbed Spain's hand with the other. Spain's attention was sufficiently caught as he was pulled up and dragged off toward Romano's house.
His hand tightened around Romano's, and the younger of the two swore he could have heard a sniffle.
School! Must go!
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