It was a dark, stormy, evening. You were all alone with nothing to do. Nothing was on TV and you knew no one would want to do anything with you in this weather. You let out a long sigh and started for the kitchen. A sudden knock came from the front door. You quickly ran to the door and opened it, not wanting whoever it was to get soaked. “Spain what are you doing here?”
“I thought you might be bored all alone, so I came over.” Spain gave you a cheerful smile and removed his drenched coat. “You don't mind right? I can leave if you want.”
“No, I don't mind at all. Let me get you a towel, you soaked.” You ran off to fetch a towel. When you returned he was standing in your TV room shirtless, looking for a movie. “Here's your towel.” You blushed slightly at his current state.
“Oh thanks!” He happily took the towel and began drying his hair. “You want to watch a movie or something? We could watch something really scary, then we'd have to snuggle up close to keep the monsters away. You know monsters are afraid of snuggling couples.”
You laughed. “I've never heard that one before. But okay.” You grabbed the scariest movie you owned and got it ready to play. Spain ran to your kitchen for snacks and drinks.
“Let's just hope the power doesn't go out. That would make things really creepy.” He swooped you up and sat down on the couch with you, snuggling you close. The movie was at the height of creepiness, when suddenly, all power in your house went out. “I spoke to soon huh?” Spain squeezed you tight. “Only one thing to do. Monsters are strengthened by blackouts, so we'll have to makeout.”
“M-maybe I should just go turn on the generator.” You blushed.
“No way man, they'll be expecting that.” He leaned in closer to you so that your lips were almost touching. “I don't know why you're being so shy. We've kissed plenty before.”
It was true. This wasn't the first time you and Spain kissed. But something was different this time. There was an unknown tension between the two of you, like Spain was trying too hard to set the mood. “I know, it's just... I don't know what it is. It's like your not yourself.”
Spain immediately became nervous. “Not myself?” He laughed awkwardly, then moved back to you with an evil grin. “Maybe they've already gotten me.” Spain started to roughly kiss you as he pulled you on top of him. He ran his hands through your hair and down your back, holding you close. Spain wasn't usually this pushy with you. Suddenly the lights came back on. “Hey, we scared them away.” He smiled wide and squeezed you, kissing you on the nose.
He was just acting too weird. “Spain, what's going on? You're seriously not acting normal. And don't try the monster line again.”
“Well, you see.” He cleared his throat and sat up. “I actually wanted to ask you something, I just don't know how.” He looked at the ground nervously.
“It can't be that bad. Just ask me.” You made him look at you.
“I want you to come live with me. We've been together for a while, But I'm lonely without you.” He was blushing like crazy. “I just don't want you to do something you don't want to do.” He looked into your eyes with a sort of sadness.
“Is that all?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “That's not bad, you had me worried. Of course I'll come live with you.”
“Really? Thank you!” He quickly returned your hug and started kissing all over your face. “I was worried for nothing then. We should start packing your stuff.” He jumped from the couch and started to look for anything to pack with. “Do you like kids? Because I like kids, especially cute ones. And I think we'd have cute kids.” He stopped and looked at your shocked face. “I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?”
“Maybe just a little bit.” You walked over to him, hugging him sweetly. “We can talk about that later. Let's pack up first.”