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[pecorinoromano]

[Nations were generally pretty sturdy. There wasn't a lot that could harm them and there wasn't a lot that could make them sick. In fact, there was pretty much nothing that could make them sick. Except for the stupid cold they got whenever the economy took a turn for the worse. When that happened there really wasn't much that could be done except deal with it until it stopped. This was currently the case with Spain and for some reason Romano was the one tasked with dealing with it.

Probably because he had volunteered and kicked France out of the house]

You just had to get sick today, didn't you? I have work to do, damn it. [He sighs, running a hand through his hair] Anyway, do you want....soup or something? 

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I saw EVERYTHING. But it'll be our secret.

[pecorinoromano]

[Why is he taking care of Spain.....]

Well! Well....because....[Because he cares. Because he's worried] Because someone has to do it, damn it! If left to your own devices you'll probably find some way to die like a moron!

[tierradelsol]

[He lets out a weak whimper and turns around slightly, pulling the cover on top of his head.]

I'm sorry Boss is being weak.

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano lets out a long suffering sigh and reaches out to pat Spain's back] It's not like you can do anything, I guess. Shit happens. So, uh, do you want anything? [God damn he is bad at being comforting]

[tierradelsol]

I want soup. Can I get some?

[He might be peeking from under the blankets to give him the puppy eyes.]

[pecorinoromano]

Yeah, yeah. You can. Stop making that fucking face at me. [He is immune to the puppy eyes. ....Well, okay, half immune. Whatever. He gets up from the bed now that he has his hand back and starts to head for the door, stopping after a few steps to turn back and look at Spain as if he's considering something. He moves back towards the bed and without saying a word leans down to press a kiss to Spain's forehead. Then he hurries the hell out of the room before Spain can comment on him doing that. Maybe he's sick enough that he'll forget it happened by the time Romano comes back. And if not, Romano will just say he was checking his temperature. Totally logical, right?]

[tierradelsol]

[Right. Spain... doesn't exactly forget by the time he's back but he does assume the could is making him see things in a particular, fever-tainted way. Romano is so very cute, but he's also so very not affective so there's no way he would have done that. Right?

Still he's smiling goofily at him when he comes back.]

[pecorinoromano]

[Totally the fever, yup.

Romano comes back a while later, tray in hand. He's brought soup, some bread and tea]

Why are you looking at me like that? Sit up.

[tierradelsol]

Because I had a cute dream.

[He does as he's told and sit up, shifting the blankets around him.] Are you going to feed me?

[pecorinoromano]

[He makes a face when Spain mentions having a cute dream but doesn't say anything, setting the tray down in front of the older Nation]

The fuck? What am I, your servant? You can feed yourself. [Unless he legitimately can't in which case....Romano will complain but do it]

[tierradelsol]

But I'm sick! [He manages to sound like whiny petulant child. Even though he's supposed to be an adult.]

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano gives him a flat look]

How old are you again? Because I'm pretty sure it's somewhere around 2,000 and not five. Come on, you're perfectly capable of feeding yourself.

[tierradelsol]

[Spain gives him a pout but it doesn't last long, staying upset is tiring when he's healthy and now that he's sick it's even more tiresome. So he grabs the spoon and begins eating.]

But you're supposed to take care of me.

[pecorinoromano]

[The pout just receives a glare and Romano crosses his arms over his chest. He's not going to admit that he does feel a little bad for refusing. Just a little]

I am taking care of you. Who made you the soup in the first place? [He huffs and sits down at the foot of the bed, careful not to jostle the tray and spill food everywhere] You're sick, not helpless.

[tierradelsol]

And it is a good soup. [Nom nom nom slowly but surely eating.]

But what can I say? I like mimitos when I'm sick si?

[pecorinoromano]

You're damn right it is. Home-made, none of that canned shit. And it isn't Veneziano's recipe either. [If there's one thing he's legitimately proud of, it's his cooking. And it isn't just false pride for the sake of talking big. It's real pride. He's a good cook and he knows it]

You like that all the time. [Spain is affectionate always. That's nothing new] You're just trying to milk this for all it's worth.

[tierradelsol]

[Spain smiles sheepishly as he wiggles his legs under the blankets, not even trying to deny it. He comes from the land of passion after all.]

I like it when you cook. [Change of subject: get.]

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano is aware of all of this. And honestly he doesn't mind, even if he acts like he does. Spain has always been the only one to show him any kind of affection. Well, besides Veneziano but he's affectionate in a clingy way and that gets annoying]

Of course you do. I'm good at it. [It's weird how he alternates between being arrogant and having no self esteem] And anyway it's not like I can leave you to cook for yourself when you're sick. You'd probably burn the house down so.....

[tierradelsol]

I wouldn't burn the whole house down! I would just get myself a little milk with ginger and a lot of honey. I used to do that for you when you got sick, you know?

[He sniffs, this cold really got him bad.]

[pecorinoromano]

I remember. [It's sort of funny, taking care of him like this when it was always the opposite] To be fair, I was sick a whole fucking lot when I was little. Stupid economy and stupid Veneziano.

[A huff of breath and he lays back on the bed, folding his arms underneath his head]

I didn't bring any of that but I did bring tea.

[tierradelsol]

Tea is good! Maybe later we can both have some. I am full with just the soup now.

[He pets the bed on his side, it's not the enormous bed he had when Romano was little but it's still big.] You can lie down with me, you know? I'm not America, I will not pass the cold to you.

[pecorinoromano]

Drink the tea anyway. It'll help. [He looks at Spain upside for a minute, frowning, before standing up and moving to sit next to Spain instead of at the foot]

America's a dick. [Unrelated but still true]

[tierradelsol]

[As soon as Romano is nearby enough he shifts to put his arms around him, letting his head rest on his shoulder. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted cuddles.]

You can't blame him though, it's all England's fault. He was not a good caretaker like Boss was.

[pecorinoromano]

[Romano doesn't fight the cuddling. In fact, he leans his head against Spain's]

England's a dick too. And I wouldn't be bragging about your ability to raise kids if I were you. Just saying.

[tierradelsol]

Whaaat? [He nuzzles him a bit.] You grew up just fine.

[pecorinoromano]

Yeah, no thanks to you. [He's well aware that he's still kind of a brat. He just doesn't want to admit that to anyone ever. He's also pretty sure he'd be worse if it wasn't for Spain but, again, never going to admit that] I mean, your fucking Spanish lessons. Who the hell teaches a kid how to say "kiss me" first? How was that supposed to help me?