[A/N: This is just a cutesy epilogue. :3]
Romano awoke the next morning and blinked the sleep from his eyes. He surveyed the damage. Bloody, sweaty, cum-y bed, passed-out Spain, shredded piece of lettuce- wait, the hell? He picked up the leaf. I wonder why it's shredded...
Romano dressed quickly.
He shook his head. He needed to get new sheets, first. He got a deep-blue set of sheets, and wrapped Spain in the top sheet, the one that goes between you and a thicker blanket - if it was cold, that is. Then he managed to get Spain on he floor without waking him - on account of him being a late sleeper, and the "activities" they engaged in the previous night.
He put the new sheets on he bed, as well as put Spain. Then, he set the others to wash- the bloody, sweaty, cum-y ness of the sheets.
Then he went to the kitchen to make Spain breakfast - and get the Advil. He put two pills and water on a tray, then went to make some grilled cheese - with tomatoes, of course! When the bread was darker, and very butter-y with the cheese all melt-y, he put that on the tray, then went to the room.
When Romano got there, he placed the tray next to Spain, tapping the nation's forehead and telling him to wake up softly.
The first thing that Spain noticed when he finally woke up wasn't the fact that he was wrapped up in warm, clean sheets or that he could smell the deliciousness of a freshly made grilled cheese with a side of tomatoes, or that Romano was softly and gently trying to wake him up instead of yelling and hitting him like normal. No, none of that registered until a little later.
What he noticed first was the immense pain, ordering him to never desire to move again.
Which he eagerly obeyed.
"Mmmmmm... Buenos dias, Roma..." His voice sounded strained and scratchy - even to himself - and he nudged the covers off of him little by little, still not beginning to move anything below his arms. "What time is it?"
When he asked that question, only then did he notice the food... and much needed painkillers.
Romano sighed with relief. Spain didn't move anything below his waist, and was eyeing the painkillers. Hell, Romano didn't blame him.
"Uhm... 11:00." He had to check his watch to be sure. "You OK, Spain?"
There were two responses planned out for the inevitable question.
A) I'm fine, just still a bit tired.
or
B) Hell no. I never want to move ever again because it's too goddamn painful to.
Spain opted for the first one, saying it as he tried to sit up, almost wanting to just flop back down and go straight back to sleep. "How do you do it, Roma?" He asked in disbelief, reaching immediately for the water and painkillers. If this was how Roma felt every time after they did it... he would have to be WAY gentler than he had been. "I feel like I could live off of Advil for the rest of my life now." Jokingly he added, greedily gulping down the medicine like it was God's gift to humanity. Which it might as well have been to him at this rate.
Romano sighed when Spain responded and gave him a glare. "Don't lie, I can tellllllll~!"
He responded with: "That was your first time, so it hurts a LOT worse than normal.... And I think you don't wanna bottom anytime soon..... Or look at lettuce.... "
Then he saw Spain downing the Advil quite greedily.
Dang it. What made him think he could actually lie to Romano? That has never worked for him once and Romano knew exactly how he was feeling at the moment. "You can always tell, can't you?" He ruffled Roma's soft auburn hair while obediently letting the younger go on.
Well, at least the second-to-last bit gave him some reassurance that he wasn't hurting him too much. Though the section about the lettuce piqued his curiosity. But not too much. "Duly noted."
Speaking of food, the aroma of the sandwich was becoming overwhelming and his growling stomach agreed with him. "Well, thank you for the food~!" One bite into the melt-y sandwich and he was in heaven. Oh, how he missed Roma's cooking! Especially since he didn't get to yesterday... but that was easily overruled by their - ah - "strenuous activity".
Romano chuckled slightly as Spain ate his food. He wonder really what happened to his shred of lettuce. Oh well.
