Little Romano was running around haphazardly. You rushed around trying to grab him. His arms were extended, colored pencils in hand. As he ran, colorful marks were drawn on the wall.
"Romano!" you yelled, trying to have authority but failing.
He ran into a bookcase, knocking it over. He jumped out of the way while you skidded to a stop right under it. You held your hands up to stop the impact slightly. Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you out before impact. You trembled in the arms of your savior.
"It's alright chica," Spain's voice said in your ear.
You threw your arms around him and cried. "R-Romano i-i-is....!"
Spain hushed you, rocking you gently from side to side.
"I'm a failure! I'm going to be a terrible mother one day!" you wailed.
He massaged your back. "No. No. No!" he said.
You looked back at him, wiping your eyes.
He took your face in his hands. "You will be a wonderful mother. You are kind and caring. You care so much about children, it warms my heart. You care for Romano even when he's... Romano. And I love you for that," he said.
You beamed. "You. Me. Bed. Now."
