Spamano - Tomatoes To Your Pasta

Romano?

~Romano POV~ 

What the hell is that jerk thinking? It's not like I'm a little kid anymore, I can cook for myself. I don't need his help. But hold on, why does he want to cook so badly? It's just cooking! But I guess it's good since I didn't really feel like cooking dinner, especially if he's  here, he always eats all of my food. Seriously though, it's like he doesn't eat his own cooking or something.

"Roma? Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. I was just thinking."

"Weird." He stuck his tongue out. That bastard just stuck his tongue out at me!

"Don't stick your tongue out at me you tomato bastard!"

"There's the Lovi I know!"

"Shut up."

"Aww. But if I do that I can't talk to you."

"Good." I shouldn't have said that.

"Lovi are you sure you're okay? You aren't normally this crabby."

"Maybe you just don't pay attention to who I actually am. Since you're so busy expecting me to be like my brother." I shouldn't have said that either.

He took a step closer. So it's only natural that I'd take one away from him, right into a wall. Great.

Then, then the bastard hugged me.

"Let go of me!"

"You know I'd never expect you to be someone your not. I l-like you for who you are, even if you are kind of mean sometimes." He was whispering in my ear, it sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. It felt right. OH HELL NO! I AM NOT GAY! 

"I know you idiot." I moved my one hand so it was resting on his back. He moved his head and looked at me shocked.

Dammit!

I'm gay for Spain.