Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Sadly. Nor do I make profit from this fanfiction. (Please kill me if I end up living off writing porn! XD)

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Come on, guys, why there's no fanfic yet about that smexylicious April's Fool episode? Why!? Not even one? (So I'm making one XD) (Wait, am I the only pervert out there who thought about doing this after watching the episode? I hope not! XD)

Warnings: guy on guy, gay sex, yaoi, lemon, or whatever you'd like to call this. SpaMano. But Romano has some Solo time too. Coarse language (on Romano's behalf). Human names used. Don't like, don't read.

First part occurs in Hetalia Beautiful World series episode 11, after Spain tricks Romano into taking the photo but before Spain 'saves' chibi France from doom.

The second part is... After the whole episode :)

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April's Fools Photo Album - Tomato Gallery

PART ONE

Romano was blushing. Blushing to death. And saying he resembled a tomato would be lying because, well, he was a grown man, and men don't blush until they look like tomatoes, damn it!

And yet Spain claimed that he looked like one, pinching his cheek while doing so. But Romano didn't know where he should look at such a time! To Spain's cheerfully handsome face? To his oh-so-hot-naked-toned torso? To that strong and just perfect pair of soccer loving legs? And the bunny ears weren't helping either!

Words were stuck in his throat, and he was wracking his brain REAL hard in order to form a sentence that made sense, but he forgot what got him in this predicament in the first place. Spain's almost naked body pressed against his, his dashing smile just in front of Romano's face, and the Southern half of Italy forgot what he was angry about. He only did what always made sense to do.

"CHIGIII-! Just go DIE, BASTARDO!" Romano bellowed, pushing Spain away with both hands then dashing away from the park as a soul chased by the devil.

PART TWO

Romano was getting tons of calls from a certain Spaniard since he had left, but he answered none. He had his hands busy fixing his 'anxiety problem' in his bed.

He jumped in fright whenever the phone would ring again, playing Spain's version of The Delicious Tomato's Song (which was Romano's current ringtone due to the insistence of the very same Spaniard), but he didn't silence the phone. Instead, he used the rhythm of the melody to move his hands up and down as he listened to his old boss' voice chirp in the song.

He was covered in sweat, half naked, groaning in a low voice and his face seemed to be on fire but he didn't mind, his mind was elsewhere. Spain's body, Spain's voice, DAT ass. The bunny ears. He began using more pressure in his member when moving his right hand as he twisted his left nipple with the other.

Damn, he was soooo soooooo close!

And the song stopped.

"Tch!"

He paused in his ministrations to his rock hard member as he tried to recover his breath, and directed his annoyed glazed-over gaze towards the cursed phone, which lay at the end of the bed, innocently informing on the screen that Romano had another missed call.

When the horny Italian was about to throw a rain of curses at the poor device, Spain's singing voice reached Romano from the phone once again, announcing that the Spaniard was calling him, and the Italian trembled as a shiver of pleasure hit his body.

The fact that somewhere, at that very same moment, Spain was thinking about him made him moan. Getting in the mood yet again, his right hand grabbed his cock's head but the left ignored the perk abused nipple it had been playing with previously, and instead grabbed the base of his stray curl, or the FUN zone as his old boss would call it.

He closed his eyes shut, and flashes of the stupid but sexy disguise Spain was wearing that very morning in a public place invaded his mind. He then moved both hands at the same time in a hard movement, the right down towards the base of his cock and the left towards the point of his wild curl.

"A-Anto-ooniooo..." He murmured as he came on his chest and stomach, his breath terribly disheveled and his body a whole mess. For some unknown amount of time, his head was filled with nothing but white nothingness as he lay against his pillows.

Then the song stopped.

Romano sighed in between two gasps for air.

And the song began again.

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Okay, I'll update this after I get some work done... XD

But there WILL be a third part to this. Somehow, writing this was fun! ... Damn! I'm such a pervert! OTL