Antonio and Lovino had been together a long time. As not by human standards, for them it would have been much longer. Antonio being the angry Italians caregiver when he was younger, had originally made the whole 'I really want to date you' thing awkward, but they had pushed past it since it was them and many other nations even saw their relationship as ideal some how. It was a lot healthier than other relationships if you looked at them, but still. Currently, the couple was cooking for their anniversary, they had stopped doing it every year, but rather every second year, after 50 years of being together, it seemed a bit much doing to every year. Well… Antonio was cooking, Lovino was sipping a coffee watching his partner dance around the room adding spices and singing to the radio occasionally. Suddenly the room got quiet, and the Spaniard stopped dancing. This alarmed the Italian and he perked up looking over to the man who was at the stove, not even humming anymore, making a small hum sound himself to ask what was the matter. Antonio was rarely quiet, only when something was bothering him.

He watched his boyfriend look over his shoulder at him and press his lips together in this subtle way he always did when he wanted to ask something, Lovino wasn't as blind as the happy go lucky man he called his after all and noticed these tiny things, he had done it when he first asked him out, the time he asked if Lovino could move back in, and so on. All the major talks they had had together over the years, that was the face he gave. "What is it?" The smaller one asked, his voice almost shaking as he asked with words this time. "You're not going to propose are you ya idiota?" he added, proud his voice wasn't trembling as much as that face made him want too. A flash of a smile came from the Spaniard and he shook his head, turned around to lean on a nearby counter across the room from his love. "No, just… Something has been bugging me." The other rolled his eyes when he heard that, he couldn't help it. "No duhhhh." he scoffed and waved a little with his free hand, the other still holding the cup of coffee though it was tiny and now empty. "I meant, what is it?" He mumbled almost frowning at the man, but if he had he would have to pay him a euro every time he did since it was a special day. The Spaniard seemed awkward and shy all of a sudden, crossed legs and closed off arms, though before the nation talked he rubbed the back of his neck. "Just… I think it's odd that feli lost his… ugh.. v card? Before for you did. I mean look at you!"

Now, if lovino wasn't on good behavior because Antonio was keeper of the food, he would have exploded but for the time being he swallowed it and took a breath. "and why does that matter?" He asked through gritted teeth. "that not really what's bugging you is it?" He didn't believe that it was but he had to ask because Antonio was an idiot. "Not particularly, those fucking potato eaters are perverts and Feliciano doesn't know how to say no." He said like it was the most obvious thing ever, still looking at the pot of food instead of his boyfriend. Remembering how upset he was when Feliciano had told him... Who looses it to a three-some anyway? He shivered in disgust. But not at just the idea of his brother doing that, but even the idea of doing that. He couldn't stand even the idea of sex, love making, screwing, whatever you wanted to call it. It was gross! You have this thing, you piss out of, and put it in something.. or have it up in you. Sounds weird and gross right? However, he was dating Antonio, someone who he knew had a lot of experience in that area before they started dating, and would likely want to get there at some point themselves. But he couldn't! He simply figured something had fucked him over in the head, to many bullets to the head in wars maybe?

It all felt gross and weird to him. In all honesty it took him months to get the idea of kissing with tongue to be alright, even now it was a little weird to do in his mind. Which was why it took him so long to agree to go out with Antonio. Luckily was very patient. "No! I just... Keep wondering why, we haven't… " and from then on it was shy mumbles and shrugged. At least Lovino knew where he had gotten it from. But the anger was only growing in the Italian. "Haven't what?" he hissed to him now. A worry in the pit of his stomach growing bigger now.

"Haven't done more than make out!" the Spaniard blurted out, which caused the Italian to forget his cup and walked over to him, glaring now. It wasn't a frown, it was a glare so no money was lost.

"That's not what you really mean is it?" he asked still hissing his words his anger seeping into voice and even his body language at this point. "You just want to fuck!? God I shouldn't known!" The brunette said moving his arms around in a rage until the other held onto him to get him to calm down. "No no no, just… more than make out." the Spanish nation attempted to explain.

"So fuck?"

"If you want?"

"No!"

"Than no I don't! I just want to know!"
The couple wasn't so good at explaining personal feelings to each other, or rather Lovino wasn't and Antonio couldn't take a hint. It was the nature of their whole relationship.

As Antonio held the other in his arms waiting for him to calm down by getting a series of swears out of his system and useless struggling, he attempted to find the correct words. "I just… Noticed that I'm always taking care of myself after we make out and you don't have to. I am starting to get worried you don't actually like me that way.." He said getting it off his chest, he knew the man would get angry for being stupid or something similar to that, but he needed this off of him. He hated when he was insecure, he was the adult here even if Lovino never really saw that.

The Italian was still overly tense and he gulped. "That's because I don't." He said coldly, more so than he had meant to be. He than felt arms slip from the grip they had around him, suddenly being free from the other man's grasp despite the argument not being over. This was odd, but when he looked at antonio he seemed utterly depressed all of a sudden. Like his heart could had been broken. A silence hung over them a moment as Antonio backed away from Lovino, as if he had told him he was hated.

"If you just where with me to fuck than you should have given up long ago!" the Italian shouted and waved his arms around assuming the worst. About to go upstairs and start packing or whatever he could have done, he was stopped when Antonio laughed.

"What? Lovi, I love you lots. I just am upset you don't think I am hot. I mean, you're soooo hot… Did you want to sleep with someone else than?" This making the younger nation stop in his tracks. "No…" Lovino whispered almost to himself, but knew it was loud enough to hear. "I don't want to sleep with anyone. You fucking idiot." He sighed this time, talking gradually louder to a normal volume. He bit the inside of his cheek quickly before he took a breath. "I-I…" It was the worst secret he had.

"I can't stand sex." He managed to say, he swore he could hear his nonno cursing him from wherever the old man had ended up. He was Italian after all! His life should be pleasing lovers and sex and making but and being hot as hell. It was in his blood, in his culture, his own being. At least it should have been..