(Sarah Carey wrote the basic structure, I added the detail and published it on my fanfiction account with her consent)
Disclaimer: I do not own this sexy couple.
"I heard that you think France is the most passionate country, am I correct?" The brunette licked his chapped lips, waiting in anticipation. The blonde turned gracefully slow until he faced the half-naked French man; flashing his signature smile.
"Oui, Antonio," He purred as he slunk around the bashful Spaniard, who was paralyzed with excitement. "La Republica Franchise indeed, has much more passion than even Spain." Oh, how France enjoyed wrapping Antonio around his finger.
"I admit that Spain does have a, delicious, amount f passion that courses through its veins," France whispered, sending shivers of desire down Spain's spine.
No, Antonio thought, I can't lose to him.
"But that is cheek kisses compared to the heated love the French's blood is already born with."
Breaking out of France's seductive spell, Spain pouted, and then smiled, his lust matching France's.
"Although I do give you Frenchies credit for being one of the most horny countries," Spain dramatically sighed, peaking out of one eye to see if France had fell for the bait.
"Passion is...for say, sex on a beach! Giving your heart, soul and body to that one special person, not a random hooker. Frenchies are very, very horny, but they don't know a thing about real passion."
"Antonio," France declared in that sexy, yet candy-sweet voice of his. "I challenge you to a passion competition; who ever shows the most passion wins!" He started to undo Spain's tie when the brunette started to runaway.
"Wh-what?"
"Too the bedroom!" The Spanish nation yelled, the blonde soon darting behind him.
Mission Accomplished.