[The handwriting is familiar the moment the letter is opened. Romano's childish scribbling hasn't improved much since his time with Austria, but it's still legible. Like all of Romano's old letters, it doesn't have a date and there's no scent of herbs that would stick to the paper even after he had sent it to Spain. This letter smelled as delicate as it felt: brittle, like a crisp ocean breeze. But it's not a letter from that young child who clung to Spain at night and needed a chair to reach the stove. It's from the young man he started to grow into, the one who wanted to go to war.]Spain
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[The letter reaches Spain months after Romano sent it, as it usually does. Spain has been busy going to and from the Americas so of course he's practically unreachable until before he's settled down in his house in Seville. The letter is greeted with tired but cheerful enthusiasm and Spain doesn't rest until he's written what he thinks is the perfect letter back]Romano
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Summit meetings are boring. Kain has never had the patience, let alone the mind, for politics and although he understands perfectly well just how crucial these sort of formal dinners and the like are for Spain, it doesn't change the fact that the dragoon would still rather he - and Spain - be anywhere but here.
He swears he was nodding off for the fifth time since the dinner speeches started when Kain finally forces himself to sit up straight. He blinks rapidly several times before finally he drops his eyes to the table before him, scanning the contents of it for something, anything that will hold his attention so he won't completely embarrass Antonio. He pulls the red paper placard that says 'RESERVED' on it to himself with his fingertips as discreetly as he can, then picks up the nearby pen and writes on the back of it in small, neat, script handwriting:
"Are these always like this?"
Then he - very discreetly, of course - pushes the placard towards Spain.
Spain himself is valiantly trying to keep his eyes open. He's not quite fond of these meetings himself and would rather spend the time being in them to do something more interesting. Like maybe a nap or go somewhere with Kain. It's just his luck that he's not seated with France (who has been assigned to give one of the speeches) or Prussia (who has been banished to a table far away for doing something disruptive before the meeting). This would have been much more fun.
A bit of movement catches his eye and he finds himself being presented with what could only be a note from Kain. After reading the words, he smiles and less discretely writes a note back in his messy handwriting.
Pretty much. I want to go home. :(
His pouting emoticon pretty much expresses how much he really wants to leave.
Kain still makes an attempt at subterfuge, perhaps ridiculously. He takes back the placard and makes a small show of toying with it, standing it back up in its rightful position before taking it down again, flattening it, popping it back up... all while reading Spain's scribbled reply. His own features set themselves in a deep frown.
As do I. We must stay for the entirety of this, I presume?
Again, he doesn't look at Spain as he slides the thick paper back.
Kain may be playing on being subtle, but the person he's speaking to doesn't seem to care at all for it, as with most things. Spain rests his chin on his hand, propping up his elbow, as he watches the blond slide back the note. He sighs at the words the other has written before his response comes soon enough. Again, he doesn't try to be subtle.
Kain finds it terribly amusing - but also rather disturbing - that Spain does not bother in the least bit to pretend he's not paying zero attention to what's going on up ahead of them. Nonetheless, the dragoon finally takes the hint to stop pretending himself and he takes the placard easily now. He reads and can't help smiling a little at the tiny face his lover has made as part of his note.
I can think of plenty of things to do afterwards... some of which are not fit to mention even here. But perhaps a small visit to Joaquin can be arranged.
The boy is likely to be fast asleep by now even, but sometimes Kain prefers to lie with their son and watch him sleep for a while in peace and silence. It's calming to his soul and it never fails to remind him of just how much he has to be grateful for now.
Spain watches Kain read his note, feeling a happy little tingle at seeing him smile at something he has written down for him. It's always a treat to see his lover smile, even if it's just a little one. Usually, he looks so serious and intimidating. It's a good feeling that the dragoon smiles for him.
The note is soon sent back to him and Spain too has to smile at the message.
I like these plans.
It's always a pleasure to spend time with two people so very precious to him.
Unlike himself, Spain is always smiling. Even so, however, this doesn't affect Kain's ability to really enjoy it when he sees the Spaniard smile because of him; instead, his adoration for something that comes so easily to Spain merely reminds him of just how deeply he truly is in love with the Iberian Nation. This time, rather than reply to him in another note, he reaches across the table and takes his hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the brunet's palm tenderly as he looks back at the other man, a corner of his lips still curled up in a lopsided smile.
If he were a woman, he would swoon right about now. Well, he can do it too, but he doesn't really want to do anything embarrassing in the middle of a summit meeting. But really, whenever Kain looks at him like that, he feels like swooning. The touch to his hand, that look in his eyes, that smile--swoon-worthy.
Instead of swooning though, Kain will probably see that he's smiling dopily back as a flush reddens his cheeks. There are also butterflies twittering around his chest and stomach, not that the blond will ever get to see those, but they're there.
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He swears he was nodding off for the fifth time since the dinner speeches started when Kain finally forces himself to sit up straight. He blinks rapidly several times before finally he drops his eyes to the table before him, scanning the contents of it for something, anything that will hold his attention so he won't completely embarrass Antonio. He pulls the red paper placard that says 'RESERVED' on it to himself with his fingertips as discreetly as he can, then picks up the nearby pen and writes on the back of it in small, neat, script handwriting:
"Are these always like this?"
Then he - very discreetly, of course - pushes the placard towards Spain.
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A bit of movement catches his eye and he finds himself being presented with what could only be a note from Kain. After reading the words, he smiles and less discretely writes a note back in his messy handwriting.
Pretty much. I want to go home. :(
His pouting emoticon pretty much expresses how much he really wants to leave.
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As do I. We must stay for the entirety of this, I presume?
Again, he doesn't look at Spain as he slides the thick paper back.
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Unfortunately.
What do you want to do after? :D
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I can think of plenty of things to do afterwards... some of which are not fit to mention even here. But perhaps a small visit to Joaquin can be arranged.
The boy is likely to be fast asleep by now even, but sometimes Kain prefers to lie with their son and watch him sleep for a while in peace and silence. It's calming to his soul and it never fails to remind him of just how much he has to be grateful for now.
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The note is soon sent back to him and Spain too has to smile at the message.
I like these plans.
It's always a pleasure to spend time with two people so very precious to him.
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Instead of swooning though, Kain will probably see that he's smiling dopily back as a flush reddens his cheeks. There are also butterflies twittering around his chest and stomach, not that the blond will ever get to see those, but they're there.
Being in love is such a nice feeling.
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