You Were Not Expecting This

Warnings: Slash, language, human names, implications of a ritual called "mating"
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

SADNESS. I've been neglecting my writing. Well, here you are for now, a fluffy little one-shot.

"Ah…S-Spain…stop…"

"But Lovi, you like it~"

Romano gasped breathlessly as Antonio's adept fingers trailed expertly along his exposed skin. Down, down, tenderly, each sudden movement making the Italian twitch and shudder. Spain laughed, a dark laugh that sent shivers down Lovino's spine.

"I-I do not, damn you!" he managed to choke out, struggling against the hand gripping his wrists above his head. He could not, of course, overcome Spain's strength. He never could.

Antonio smiled, leaning over the smaller nation and resting his head on his shoulder. "Oh, but of course you do, silly. I can tell by all the nice sounds you're making." Romano growled in response, only succeeding in making the Spaniard laugh more. "Lovi, you're so funny~"

And finally, his hand paused right above that very sensitive spot. Lovino froze, blushing madly. He wouldn't! …Would He?

"S-Spain, no, w-wait!"

"Hm?" Antonio nuzzled his little Italian's neck. "What do you want me to do, Lovi?"

"Let go of me, you bastard!"

Spain's smile faltered before quickly returning in the form of a wicked grin. "Wrong answer, cariño," he breathed. His hands then darted to that sensitive place like lighting, touching and rubbing and dragging his fingers…

And Romano burst out laughing.

"Y-you bastard, I told you to let g-go of me..!" he gasped out between fits of giggles.

The Spaniard finally freed Romano's stomach from his attacks after a foot lashed out and nicked his left ear. He hugged his little tomate warmly, happy that he'd gotten Lovino to laugh for the first time in what seemed like forever. Of course, any amount of time not spent with a happy Lovino seemed too long. "Ahaha, you're so ticklish~!" Spain cooed.

"Whatever…" Romano muttered, though he didn't resist the hug. Honestly, he didn't mind being tickled by Spain that much. But he would never admit that.

"You're so cute." Antonio pressed a chaste kiss on Romano's neck. Suddenly, Lovino grabbed Spain's face and pressed his lips forcefully against the older man's. He broke it off quickly, however, and looked away pointedly. Spain brightened in an instant.

"Lovi, you're just like a ripe to—"

"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence," Romano hissed murderously. Spain held up his hands in defeat and stood. He walked towards the door, nearly making it to the hallway. Lovino was about to ask where the hell he was going when Antonio turned around and mouthed the word "tomato." He was promptly chased out of his own house by an angry Italian, and was unfortunately not able to see the smile on Lovino's face as he watched the Spaniard circle the yard frantically for a way back in.

"Serves him right," Lovino nodded in triumph, conspicuously unlocking Antonio's kitchen window. He flopped on the couch, flipped on the television, and waited for the ever-clueless Spain to find his way in.

A/N: What is this I don't even.

Okay, well…yeah. I find the idea of Spain tickling Romano adorable. I know the whole Romano chasing Spain out of the house thing looks rushed, but I wanted to keep this super-short and I didn't deem it necessary. Thank you for reading, and please review if you'd like!