It was stupid; Romano knew, but he couldn't help it.
The kiss was like nothing that Romano had ever done; it was taboo, and it was sweet.
He knew that he wouldn't have broken his rule if he had been sober.
The temptation had led to this exact moment, and Feliciano was none the wiser.
Romano clutched harder to the musclely arms that held him in that moment.
He felt the German man pull him closer, and his heart rate doubled up.
He had denied the attraction that he had felt for Germany for as long as he could remember, but this kiss was too sweet.
Part of him felt as if the other man was imagining his younger brother instead.
Lovi hated that image, and that thought.
He managed to press himself closer to the man that he had kissed, and Romano deepened the kiss.
Tongues clashed in battle, and Romano was thrilled to find that he had won; he had won against a larger and much scarier man.
Romano gasped when Ludwig seemed to have returned with a vengence as if he couldn't stand to lose.
Lovino considered himself braver than his brother, and he knew that he couldn't let the German dominate the kiss like he probably did when he kissed North Italy.
Lovino pushed Ludwig down, surprising the other nation, and managed to have once again taken control of the kiss.
Romano pulled away from the Germanic nation once he heard the door open, alerting them to Feliciano's where abouts.
"Don't speak of this to anyone!" Growled Romano to which he recieved a nod from Germany.
Feli skipped in to the room, and gave them a curious and clueless glance as Germany nodded at something that Romano had said.
Feli shrugged it off; it was probably another threat on Germany's life for spending time with the personification of North Italy.
It never came up again, and it seemed as if the half country and full country that had kissed had forgotten all about it.