Happy (belated) Valentine's Day from x deadlypastaa! Have a series of fluff because you deserve some. I don't own Hetalia!

Spamano: The Rain in Spain

Valentine's Day

The sunlight filtered through the shades as I lazily cracked open one eye. My eyes wandered around the room, and my gaze landed on a bouquet of roses on the table.

Then, I remembered what day it was today.

Cazzo.

With an annoyed huff, I reluctantly rose from bed and rubbed my eyes. Today was going to be a long day.

"Romano! Buenos días mi pequeño tomate~" Spain greeted me as always. Hmph, he doesn't seem to know. Eh, no point bringing it up if I'm only going to be smothered even more.

You know you like it, a voice in my head whispered.

Shut up.

"Aww, what's wrong Romano? You look like a tomato again~" Spain said, a touch of concern in his voice and dancing across his features. Damn those huge green puppy eyes. Ugh, now I have to tell him what's bothering me so he'll leave me alone. You don't want to make him sad, do you? the voice teased lightly. I gritted my teeth, bracing for what was to come.

"Eh...well, you see...ah, do you know what day it is today?" Urgh, I'm so awkward. Spain's face continued staring at me blankly. Then his eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh yeah! Today's Saturday!"

Cue huge facepalm.

"Argghh! It's Valentine's Day, idiota!" I screeched in exasperation. It took him a few moments to register the fact. Then realization dawned. "Ohhhh…" Spain looked embarrassed at the extremely late reaction.

Another facepalm.

"Oy, Romano, you look sad...Don't worry, we'll do something special-here, have a plate of churros and a spell… Fusososososo~"

I rolled my eyes but I couldn't deny the small smile that played upon my lips. He was so wonderfully, stupidly adorable sometimes. Okay, all the time. Shut up. No, you shut up, he's adorable and you know it. ARGGH, fine.

As I silently debated with my crazed, lovesick self, I could only half listen as Spain rambled on about our "special plans". Ah, I could only imagine all the places he would drag me to today. But deep down inside, the sappy part of myself knew I would enjoy every minute of it. How stupid.

Now, today was no different from any other day, considering I spent every day with Spain (like it or not), but for the sake of the stupid holiday I decided to look my sharpest. Even though Italians look pretty sharp all the time, anyway.

When I reemerged from my room, in a futile attempt to dash to the door unseen, my footsteps screeched to a halt as I heard Spain huffing and puffing to catch up. Oh no, here it comes.

"Oy, wait for me mi tomatito-ohoho, me gusta~" Spain chuckled, vaguely reminding me of that froggy wine bastard and as usual oblivious to what he was implying. Dammit. I sighed in defeat and turned around to face him. "Eh, come on and hurry up already-mio dio.." I couldn't help but stare at him, with that stupidly endearing goofy smile. I promptly turned around and marched out the door, refusing to let him see my abnormally red face.

The day was mostly spent strolling around the Spanish plaza. It was pleasantly warm, the sun breathing softly on tourists and locals alike as the various shades of golden dappled through the leaves like a mosaic. A visit to every store and absorbing the vibrant sights, sounds and smells could invigorate even the most reclusive of hermits. The day was filled with snippets of special moments, and it was not one whole day but a collage of unforgettable snapshots. The scent of tomatoes and the fragrance of fruit and flowers, the irresistible melody of a mariachi band (with a completely mortifying dance with Spain on the square), enjoying the warm Mediterranean breeze as we sat at a fountain, watching the pigeons, a calm and content moment of bittersweet coffee and the sugary buzz of happiness. The whole ordeal was, put quite simply, a fucking sappy Hallmark cliché card. And, being the sap that I am, I (secretly) adored it all.

But the last part of the day….well, let's just say you don't experience this every Valentine's Day. Or ever. But before I tell you anything, let's establish that I get very uncomfortable with things crawling on me. Or things falling on me that shouldn't be.

It was sunset. We had just finished a hearty dinner at a decent Spanish restaurant, but of course I ended up a bit tipsy from the (also decent) house wine. And of course, the Tomato Bastard kept teasing me from the sudden attack of hiccups I caught. Cazzo, I thought for about the millionth time today. A cliché walk by the shore at sunset topped off the day and nothing could feel better and it was a fairytale ending and all that shit when...certain sea animals inexplicably surrounded us.

Now, as you may recall, there was a certain...incident in 2008 where we were eating at a restaurant, I was drowning my sorrows of my favorite sports team losing in a glass of red wine, and a turtle started crawling on me. In no time, a swarm of sea turtles paraded in and started crawling on Spain, too. Of course, he was grinning stupidly and going on about how turtles also worship Spain and all that crap, while shit hit the fan as I started hyperventilating. Probably because there were turtles. In. A. Freaking. Restaurant.

And, needless to say, shit hit the fan once more when certain familiar animals inexplicably started falling out of the sky. "Damn you, stupid Eyebrow Bastard!" I yelled at the sky, knowing full well that somewhere the stupid idiot was probably drinking tea and using his poor excuse of magical abilities.

"Ah, not to worry, mi amigo! I was missing my friends anyway. Oh yeah, and last time I forgot to introduce you to Carlitos, Juan, Maria, Diego, Rosalinda, Antonio, Raphael, Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello.." Spain trailed off as he pointed to various turtles and they smiled accordingly.

"Not to worry, I already told them not to follow us home! So smart of me, eh?"

"You did WHAT?!" I shouted. I could slowly feel them crawling up my leg, and it took all of my energy not to scream and shake them off. My inner sap tried reasoning with me, saying stupid things like he wants to make you happy and he'll be sad if you kick them out, but the truth was I had no idea what to do with a hundred or so sea turtles. It was the restaurant incident all over again.

In frustration I groaned and buried my face in my hands. This had become a complete disaster! But upon noticing my state, Spain gently set down the turtles he was holding and turned to me.

"What's wrong Romano? Do you want to go home?" His voice had spoken softly, with genuine concern and I knew I just had to forgive the idiot. Too exhausted to protest, I weakly nodded and began the walk home.

"Adios mi amigos! I'll see you soon~" Spain called back to his little friends, and they squealed back.

One walk and a bottle of wine later, I could say that this unusual sap of a holiday ended up okay. Spain, that goofy Tomato Bastard, always made things okay again no matter how bad he screwed up.

And to be honest, the turtles were pretty adorable.

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A/N: So! Ah, hope you liked it. Just a random oneshot in a series of oneshots. Let me know what you think!