Romano walked out of the room, furious. "What is WRONG with them?!" he mumbled angrily. "Why the hell would they talk about that?!" The stupidest question on Earth was asked in that very room.
"So… how's everyone's sex life?" was the cursed words that escaped idiot American's lips. Romano gaped at him. He was shocked. Those words were said so freaking casually.
No, he was not uncomfortable with talking about sex. There was nothing wrong with it. Except for the fact that he'd never done it before. He hadn't even kissed anyone in that way before. That was nothing to be ashamed of, of course. There was nothing wrong with waiting for the right person, was there?
You can imagine how pissed of Romano was when Feliciano said he'd already done it. Then his stupid younger brother smiled at that crazy Russian guy. Really, did his brother have no shame?
"So, Roma~" said Antonio, "how good are you in bed~?" Romano promptly punched him in the face, and then stormed out of the room. He wasn't embarrassed. Just annoyed.
"Oi, you!" yelled an obnoxious voice. Romano turned around. That albino German was smirking at him, walking closer.
"What do you want, you German bastard?" growled Romano, scowl deepening. The albino snorted.
"You're a charmer, aren't you? And I'm way awesomer than German. I'm PRUSSIAN," he said proudly. Romano rolled his eyes.
"I don't give a damn!"
"You a virgin?" the albino asked, smirk growing wider as Romano blushed deeply.
"W-What's it to you?!"
"That's a yes then? Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
"No, but-!" Romano was cut off as the albino grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He'd never admit it, but it felt damn good. Romano pushed him away, dazed and unable to come up with a good insult. "… Bastard."
"Not bad. I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt, by the way!"
"I'm Romano Lovino Vargas," mumbled Romano.
"Nice to meet you. So, what do you think of my awesome kisses?"
"You're a terrible kisser."
"…"