Spamano - Your love is bittersweet part 2

Romano awoke, sweaty and gasping.  His eyes were wide and his breathing heavy. He sat up and pressed his hands to his head to try and stop the room from spinning. He felt so sick, so weak all of a sudden, and what was worse was that almost every night, he would have this...this nightmare; and every time it ended before the pirate version of Spain...hurt...raped...violated him. Which was good, of course, but it didn’t stop Romano from worrying...what if it doesn’t stop? What if he’s forced to watch-to feel that happen to him? He shuddered just thinking about it.

He turned his head and looked at the clock on his bedside table; it was half-past three. Romano groaned and flopped back down, shaking the bed and making the man besides him grunt quietly.

Oh, yeah. Him.

He turned his head the other way and looked at the man beside him. His lover, Antonio (or more commonly known as Spain) lay beside him. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling with every steady breath. He didn’t have to suffer what Romano did, he just slept, the lucky bastard.

He sighed and turned on his side, his back to Spain and pulled the covers over himself again. He closed his eyes, he needed to sleep...

“Mmm...what are you doing up?...” a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around Romano’s waist, followed by a yawn. Romano rolled his eyes and tried to squirm away, but as usual, Spain was too strong.

“Ugh, none of your business.”

Spain chuckled sleepily and pulled Romano closer, snuggling up to him “That’s not very cute, Roma...”

“It’s half past three, I’m not meant to be cute!”

“Mmm...” Spain muttered “Well...” he kissed him on the cheek and smiled when he heard a small growl from Romano “C’mon then, let’s sleep...” Romano ‘tsk-ed’ and turned around so he was facing Spain.

Spain cast him a sleepy smile and closed his eyes, loosening his grip slightly, but not enough to let Romano move away (of course).

“It’s always sleep, sleep, sleep with you...!” Romano mumbled “How the hell do you manage to be so lazy?”

....There was no response; was he really asleep again already?!

Romano rolled his eyes and turned his head back a little, stealing a quick glance at the clock. 3:34.

He sighed and closed his eyes, gently pushing back against Spain. For someone who slept so much during the day, he sure fell asleep quickly...

Romano fidgeted around a little and tried to get more comfortable, which was hard considering there was a big Spain squashing him together.

“Hmph....” he wrapped his arms around Spain and pulled himself closer so they were laying chest-to-chest. (H-He was only doing it because there wasn’t much room, that’s all!..)

And after what seemed like forever of squirming and fidgeting, he finally fell asleep. Protected by the warmth of his lover’s embrace.