"Ti amo, Roma. Ma si sapeva," Spain murmured in Italian rather than his native tongue; his and Romano's bodies intertwined. The latter's face became warmer than it already was and his blush deepened.

"S-sta 'zitto, idiota! Y-you don't even s-speak Ita-Ah!" Romano broke off suddenly as Spain thrust, causing the Italian to moan in pleasure.

"I'm sorry," Spain smiled. "I didn't quite catch that. Say it again?"

Romano opened his mouth, only to have Spain crush his lips against his lover's.

Moments later, Romano broke away, stubbornly attempting to control his breathing. "Pedophile," he accused, imagining an undressed France in order to calm his arousal long enough to speak. His words were obviously more effective than he'd meant, as Spain squirmed in sudden discomfort; as if he was suddenly ashamed for touching the younger man in such a way. Even though the movement forced Romano to choke back another moan, he felt smug all the same. He had successfully drawn out a reaction from the Tomato Bastard.

Although, and the coarse Italian would only admit this to himself, he did crave a… different reaction from his penetrator. It didn't help that the Spaniard was underneath him, a seductive position that only stirred the inner dominator inside of Roma. The blush that had crept over Spain's face only furthered Roma's desire, and, forgetting his earlier protests, as lust clouded his eyes and judgment, he began to gyrate his hips; searching for the movement that had stopped with his earlier comment.

Spain's mouth opened in shock, and he turned to gape at Romano only to let a moan slip out.

"Roma," he moaned; obviously restraining himself from moving in response. Frustrated, Southern Italy leaned forward, so that he was sprawled across Spain's chest. He nipped at the Spanish man's collarbone, sucking where his teeth had brushed. His hand splayed over Spain's tight stomach while his tongue trailed lower, and he was rewarded with another moan.

I can get used to this. Romano hummed in pleasure, moving his hips again even has he realized he was about to release. Leaning forward, the Italian closed his eyes in anticipation of the orgasm. Quite suddenly, he felt Spain's hand on his shoulders, and his back was swiftly pressed against the mattress. The Spaniard towered over him, a mischievous gleam in his brilliant green eyes. He wrapped Romano's curl around his index finger and tugged once, and the Italian came; his eyes widening in ecstasy.

He sighed, eyes half closed. Spain ran his hand through Romano's hair, catching the curl again between his thumb and index finger.

"What are you doing?" the Italian gasped, glaring up at his grinning lover.

"I haven't cum yet! You don't think I'd leave you alone, did you?"

Southern Italy growled even has Spain trailed kisses across his collarbone. "Vaffanculo, bastardo!"

The Spaniard laughed, catching Italy's mouth with his own.

"In realtà, penso che tu sia quello di prenderlo nel culo."

A/N: I'm so sorry, but I really can't write smut seriously XD

Some translations:

Ti amo, Roma. Ma si sapeva= I love you, Rome. But you knew that.

S-sta 'zitto, idiota= S-shut up, Idiot!

Vaffanculo, bastardo!= Fuck you, Bastard! (Literally: Take it in the ass, Bastard!)

In realtà, penso che tu sia quello di prenderlo nel culo= Actually, I think you're the one taking it in the ass.