Title: The Truth In Sleep: The Awakening

A loud scream of "What the hell, bastard?" woke Spain from his peaceful sleep. Blinking, he looked up at the irate, red-faced Italian man standing over him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, blinking away sleep.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You molested me in my sleep, that's what's wrong!" he shouted.

Spain blushed. "Romano... you asked me to stay..."

"I would never do that! Why the hell would I want you to stay with me, you idiot?"

"Well, I assumed it had something to do with the fact that you love me."

Romano looked horrified. "Who said that was a fact?"

"You told me yourself. You said you loved me and your cute little face was pressed against me."

Blush creeped its way across Romano's face, making him look like a ripe tomato, and Spain just wanted to cuddle him close and feel his warm face.

"Come here, cutie," he said, holding out his arms.

Romano looked at him suspiciously. "Why the hell would I do that? So you can molest me again?"

Spain sighed and dropped his arms, actually looking upset.

Feeling like his heart was being wrenched apart, Romano felt disgusted with himself for giving in so easily, but he walked over to him nonetheless and plopped into his lap rather ungracefully, a scowl on his face. "Quit making that face, you bastard."

Immediately, Spain's face brightened. "I love you so much!" he announced, wrapping his arms around him and snuggling his face against him.

Romano muttered another insult, blushing brightly.

"Romano...?"

"Now what do you want?"

"Can I... Can I kiss you?"

Romano blushed and hid his face. "What the hell kind of question is that?"

The Spaniard blushed. "W-well... I figured it would probably be better to-"

He was cut off by Romano's lips pressing against his own. Shocked, Spain brought his hands up, stroking his blush-warmed face. It ended far too soon when Romano pulled away, turning his face toward the window to hide his blush.

"Thank you," Spain said quietly, nuzzling his face into Romano's neck.

"Don't get used to it," he said, pulling away from Spain and standing up, back to his usual self. A slight smirk played across his lips and Spain wanted to pull him back into another kiss. At least he got what he wanted, though: a willing, sober, awake kiss from Romano.

"I'm hungry," Romano stated, glaring at Spain and rubbing his stomach as if his hunger was Spain's fault.

"I'll go make you something," Spain said, rising with a smile and heading off to the kitchen.

Moments later, the soft sounds of cooking mixed with Spain's humming voice filled the air and Romano sat down on the couch, surprised to find himself content to just sit and listen.