Seborga breathed in Wy's scent as he carried her over to his bed. She smelt like paints and the ocean and for a moment he could imagine her sat on an Australian beach, swirling colours together on a canvas until they recreated the beautiful scene that lay in front of her.

As he breathed in deeper though, he picked up the underlying stench of the alcohol she had consumed. What had they all been thinking? He could hardly blame his brothers, they were both completely irresponsible – one had been raised wearing girl's clothes and the other had been raised by Spain – but her brothers should know better. Australia should have been keeping an eye on her and HuttRiver was always telling her to act more like a lady. What was lady-like about getting completely drunk?! His sigh was accompanied by a frown.

Carefully he lowered her onto his bed. It was lucky that his house was so close his brother's. There was no way he was going to let Wy travel home in her current state. As he tried to pull away from her, he felt a tug on the front of his shirt. Looking down he saw Wy's large brown eyes looking back up at him.

"Where are you going?" The question sounded so innocent coming from her.

He offered her a light smile. "Don't worry, I'm not going far." He tried to move away again but the hand on his shirt remained firmly in place.

"Why do you always leave me? Am I not good enough for you? Don't you love me?"

Seborga winced at the worry and pain in her voice. He tried offering another smile. "Of course I love you, but you're drunk Wy, you need to rest."

This time when he tried to move he planned on ignoring his friend's hand, but she had other plans. He had barely moved a few inches when Wy pulled him down, crashing their lips together in the process.

It was sloppy and desperate and she tasted of alcohol, but with one of her hands still clenched around a handful of his shirt and her other hand working its way through his hair, he found that he was kissing her back. He started to take control, nibbling on her lip until it opened enough for him to slowly snake his tongue in. Their tongues danced around each other, his exploring every area of her mouth.

Ironically it was the alcohol that brought him to his senses. The lingering taste of it in her mouth brought Seborga back to reality. This wasn't right. She had no idea what she was doing; the alcohol was undoubtedly clouding her mind. It wasn't fair on her - she probably didn't even want this.

He should know better.

With that thought he drew away from her. She was breathing heavily and he probably wasn't much better. Her eyes were glassy and a lopsided smile graced her features.

"Why can't you do that more often? It would make me happy, y'know."

Seborga looked down at the small girl under him. He felt guilty for what she had done – that could well have been her first kiss – but he didn't regret it. He hadn't been lying when he told her that he loved her. In some respects, he was a little disappointed that she probably wouldn't remember any of this when she woke up tomorrow morning.

"Will you stay with me?" Again, the question was innocent; there were no hidden meanings. He nodded and brushed a strand of hair away from her chocolate coloured eyes that he loved so much. Said eyes fluttered shut and Wy's breathing slowed down to a steady pace. Leaning down slightly, he pressed his lips against hers for no more than a second before he rolled himself next to her side and dragged a blanket across both of them.

"Buona notte, amore mio."

I don't know why I decided to write this but, hey, why not! This pairing needs more love in my opinion.

Reviews are awesome and I'd love to know what you thought of this :)

Edit: I know I got the Italian wrong at the end, sorry ^_^'

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Filkcat