Romano didn't even lift his head at the words. His heart had suddenly made a strange kind of jump, a mix between annoyance and joy ; what kind of song was he going to perform? He banged his head against the table this time, letting out a grunt, when he heard the beginning of the melody (at least it was nothing to put him to sleep - you never knew with that guy). The guitar resonated in the air a few seconds, and then a voice rose.
Ven hacia mi Descubre el amor
Where had he heard that again?...
Ven hacia mi Siente mi pasión Tu' ven hacia mi Como el escorpión Que endulza con su heridaRomano could tell Spain's eyes were closed, even from the distance, for he was always passionate when it came to what he truly was, everything that from near or afar was resembling anything Spanish. The more he thought about it, the more he was persuaded he knew that song, his brain just didn't seem to be very cooperative at the instant
( ... )
Spain was staring at him (with that damn clueless expression!), and the Italian felt just as hot as before, if not even more. Which apparently didn't stay unnoticed, as the man came closer to him, brows furrowed, talking.
The problem was, Romano noticed, that he didn't understand what the other was saying. He couldn't keep track of the words, they were just floating in the air, quiet and unnoticed, absent and still.
He was now in front of him, still speaking about something that was very probably very stupid anyway, and there was no reason he would have to keep on talking which meant he needed to shut up. Immediately. There was no way Romano could hold back if he kept on touching his forehead this way with his face remaining that close.
"Shut up." he demanded, painfully aware of how hot his whole body was
( ... )
"You do." Spain laughed at his words. "And if anything wrong happened, I'd be the one to get blamed for it." and 'blamed by Romano' was just a way to mildly put 'get anything in a five meter radius thrown at you while being drowned in curses'. Spain had already experienced that. Way too many times.
"ANYTHING WRONG?!" Well, that sure got him out of his torpor. What was Spain thinking he was? A blushing virgin? Unexperienced? Or that he had no... masculine pride?
"Well, you know, like someone coming in and interrupting..." Oh. Oh. That kind of things going wrong. Well, better find a place where nothing would happen, then.
He did not just think that.
"Okay, great." they parted. "Bastardo." He turned around, made a move for the door, before he was being pulled back, against that warm body
( ... )
Spain/Romano (optional Fem!Romano?). Spain singing "I Love You Mi Vida" by D'Nash, Romano getting totally turned on by it.
Image of inspiration/lulz : http://i777.photobucket.com/albums/yy52/gluestick-chan/espana.png
(My friend decided it would be funny to ms paint one of the guys from D'Nash)
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Ven hacia mi
Descubre el amor
Where had he heard that again?...
Ven hacia mi
Siente mi pasión
Tu' ven hacia mi
Como el escorpión
Que endulza con su heridaRomano could tell Spain's eyes were closed, even from the distance, for he was always passionate when it came to what he truly was, everything that from near or afar was resembling anything Spanish. The more he thought about it, the more he was persuaded he knew that song, his brain just didn't seem to be very cooperative at the instant ( ... )
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The problem was, Romano noticed, that he didn't understand what the other was saying. He couldn't keep track of the words, they were just floating in the air, quiet and unnoticed, absent and still.
He was now in front of him, still speaking about something that was very probably very stupid anyway, and there was no reason he would have to keep on talking which meant he needed to shut up. Immediately. There was no way Romano could hold back if he kept on touching his forehead this way with his face remaining that close.
"Shut up." he demanded, painfully aware of how hot his whole body was ( ... )
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"ANYTHING WRONG?!" Well, that sure got him out of his torpor. What was Spain thinking he was? A blushing virgin? Unexperienced? Or that he had no... masculine pride?
"Well, you know, like someone coming in and interrupting..."
Oh. Oh. That kind of things going wrong. Well, better find a place where nothing would happen, then.
He did not just think that.
"Okay, great." they parted. "Bastardo." He turned around, made a move for the door, before he was being pulled back, against that warm body ( ... )
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