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"Okay, so what do I do?" Spain stared at the computer and the Five Nights At Freddy's start screen on it.
Romano rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, "Pressing play would probably be a good place to start, dummy. Then it's pretty self-explanatory."
Spain laughed nervously as the backstory rolled on the screen. He hated horror but all the other countries were playing America's new game, so he was going to too. This isn't too bad, He thought as the guy on the phone began to speak, Just a bit creepy, but I'm España, the country where the sun never sets; I can do this.
Twelve minutes and three loses later found him cowering into his boyfriend's shoulder.
"L-Lovi, it's just so scary and they move and kill you."
"They're not really just killing you," Romano said, the picture of calm for a reason that Spain couldn't fathom, "First, they carry you back behind the stage and stuff you into one of the creepy as fuck animatron suits, then you probably bleed a bunch and feel a shittonne of pain for a while, and then you'd die. It's more like dying is a side effect of what they want to do."
Spain pouted up at the Italian. "You're not helping, tesoro."
"Sorry," Romano shrugged, sounding pretty unapologetic but willing to concede, and kissed Spain's hair. "I won't make you play anything like that again if you don't want."
"Really?"
Romano huffed, "Yes really, dumbass. Do you think I'm some sort of sadist that gets off on you shitting a brick about some video game? God, I'm not fucking Germany or anything."
"Ah, my bad, amado, it's just that you two are so similar."
Romano smiled against his lover's head, happy that he had calmed down to the point where he could makes jokes at Romano's expense. "Bastard. Don't ever say anything like that again, or I'll compare you to... England."
"No, no, anything but that!" Spain shrieked in fake terror, and the couple laughed. Yeah, Spain had nearly literally died of fright, but nothing was quite as scary as it could be when he had Romano.