6Spain. Who the hell is that? Romano knew she was now the person in charge of him, but he had never met her before. But since she was a lady, he could only hope she was sexy.
Romano laid back on the floor, wondering when that Spain lady would get there, so he could finally meet her. After a few minutes, he ended up falling asleep, dreaming of a sexy lady being in charge of him.
Romano woke up to hear a lady's voice. "Oh, I get it. Austria just dumped this kid on me because he's a lazy jackwagon..." the voice mumbled. Romano sat up to see a sexy Spanish lady watching him with her hands on her hips. When the lady saw him looking, she smiled. "Hello, Romano! I am Spain, your new boss!" she giggled. Romano stood slowly.
"Oh really?" he asked, looking her over. She was very beautiful. She had tanned skin, dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders, and beautiful green eyes that were shining with happiness. Romano walked toward her and reached up, trying to get picked up. Spain looked down at Romano with blank eyes, looking like she didn't know what to do. "Hold me, hold me!" he finally begged.
Spain smiled, picking up Romano. "Oh, you look so adorable! What do you want to do, my little Romano?" she asked, having already forgotten she was just about to make the little nation clean her house. Romano looked up at the nation, looking adorable.
"Kiss me! Kiss me!" he begged. Spain giggled and kissed his cheek softly. Romano blushed bright red, and when Spain looked at him, it only got more red. Spain giggled, thinking he looked like her favorite food.
"Oh, Romano, you look like a tomato!" she giggled. Romano blushed even darker, looking away. Spain beamed as she set Romano down and patted his head before running off to another room. She came back a few minutes later and held out a familiar red food, asking Romano a question in her sweet, innocent voice.
"Do you like tomatoes?"