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It was really, really cold.
Romano grumbled as he walked out of the bathroom, heat from the shower fading into the frigid air like steam out of a pot of boiling water. "Who the hell decided that it was a good idea to let Russia host a conference in the middle of the fucking winter?"
Spain looked up from the TV (something that vaguely resembled his telenovelas, only more boring and Russian, was on) and clicked his tongue. Usually, Spain would chastise Romano for whining but honestly, it was a pretty bad idea. Besides, with their hotel room somehow colder than outside, Spain lacked the bright, fluffy cheer that was necessary when arguing with Romano over manners.
"It could be worse, tesero," Spain settled on saying, "We could be in Finland."
Romano shuddered at the thought, "Don't say things like that, bastard." Then, after a pause, "And, um, you should come to bed."
Spain's eyes widened; Romano rarely asked for Spain -- gushy, over-affectionate, touchy-feely Spain -- to get closer to him. Spain popped up and went to feel Romano's forehead.
"What's wrong, mi corazon? Are you sick?"
"No, dumbass," Romano scowled and pushed his boyfriend's hands and turned his face away, "I... I just thought that since it's so fucking cold in here that we could... y'know, cuddle together to stay warm or something." Tentatively looking back and seeing Spain's dumbstruck face, Romano colored and backtracked, "Nevermind, it's a dumb idea, forget I mentioned it."
"No, no, cielo," Spain quickly assured his lover, "It's a wonderful idea."
Spain slid into bed, under all those wonderful layers of comforters, and snuggled close behind Romano.
"Ah, Roma, you always have such good ideas," Spain affirmed again in a low voice, "I'm nice and warm now... And sort of sleepy."
Romano snorted, but still moved in to be closer. "You know, we shouldn't fall asleep like this, right?"
"Sí, sí," Spain waved off Romano's concerns, rubbing soothing circles into the skin right above his lover's hip, "If we fall asleep then I won't be able to feel my arm tomorrow. Again."
"Shu-" Romano paused to yawn, before continuing with harsh words that greatly contradicted his fond tone. "-t up, bastard. That was one time."
"Mhmm, whatever you say, amor."
"Damn right it's whatever I say," Romano mumbled before dozing off.
Spain smiled softly at the Italian, knowing that he couldn't bring himself to risk waking Romano up by moving him.
Guess I'll be waking up with no feeling in my arm, Spain sighed to himself, But at least I'll be warm.