AN/ Hey guys! So, this summer has just been a whirlwind of excitement. Most recently, and most exciting, is the fact that I just got my new laptop yesterday. Which means I won't need to fight for computer access anymore, hahaha! So hopefully as I start getting documents transferred over to this computer (and actually get Word instead of the stupid Text Edit thing I'm battling now), I'll be able to get stuff posted quickly!

And speaking of posting- I am thrilled to be able to present to you my first story posted to FFN! (Well, first in like YEARS UPON YEARS UPON YEARS, to the point where the old email has been lost, therefor so has the old account. T_T) Hope you enjoy, and please review!

I do not own Hetalia or its characters (as so many others have said, if I did, there would be a lot more Spamano. Even though it's totally already canon. Hello.)- HOWEVER, the little poem thing at the beginning of this chapter is my own creation, and I am quite proud of it. Thank you. =)


The Secret (of Us)

PART 1

The taste of your kiss is my sweetest sin

All you have to do is ask and I'll let you in

It's not anything I can control, nothing I can prevent-

Once glance from your eyes sends me into a tailspin, and I'm spent.

"L-Lovi...mmm, Lovino, mi amante...dios." His words brush past my ear in a heated murmur, his kiss-swollen lips following soon behind- the caress sends more uncontrollable shivers down my spine, and I gasp breathlessly against his strong, tan, very bare shoulder. My fingers curl even tighter in his silky chestnut locks, and I pull him up into a bruising kiss; the flavor of him (salt, sun, spice, tomato) bursts across my tastebuds as his experienced tongue darts into my mouth, briefly stroking across my own before he's gone again, lavishing attention along the sensitive skin just under my jaw. I pant softly at the attention, my dazed brain desperately trying to recite "Our Father" to counteract the absolute sweetest sin of the man above-in-around me, making love to my poor, battered soul.

'Forgive us this day our trespasses, as we forgive those...' The thought temporarily slips away as I'm distracted by the delicious movements of our bodies rocking together, my mind and soul together singing his name in quiet joy. ...no. Focus. 'And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from...deliver us...' "Mmm, dios, yes..." I hiss softly as he nips along my shoulder, my back arching with helpless pleasure as he bites down softly at the one spot on my collarbone that he knows turns me to mush.

"Querido, please- let me in. Stop thinking about whatever you're thinking about, and think only of me." He pulls back just enough so his sharp green eyes can lock on my own golden orbs, and I shudder pleasantly at the intoxicating mix of over-powering lust and never-ending love. My mind blanks, and his name slips from my lips like a whispered prayer:

"Antonio..."


AN/ So what did you think? Let me know! (And yes, this is currently un-betaed. But I think it shall stay that way. Heheheh...) Another chapter will be posted as soon as I get it typed up! Thanks for reading!

Lot's of love, Spain~