Spain's Backside
Summary: Romano finally gets roped into coming to the club with Antonio and his friends. What he thought was going to be an awful night actually turned out better than expected. Much better. RomaSpa, Spamano.
It was fucking cold. No one told him the club was going to have the fucking fans on with the fog everywhere and the damn air conditioning at twenty-five below Russia- "fuck it's cold!"
"It wouldn't be so cold if you just went out and danced for a bit," Francis sat at the bar next to Lovino, waving his hand in the direction of Gilbert and Antonio. Currently they weren't dancing together, but it didn't mean they hadn't.
If anything, that was the worst part of tonight. Watching the Spaniard move like he was born to just dance, morning to night, with other people. Other people usually being Gilbert and Francis, but it was still painful to watch. The way his hips rolled and twisted and how his fucking ass just melded right into their dirty, disgusting, unworthy dicks.
"I'm not fucking dancing. I don't dance," that wasn't entirely true. If he and Toni were alone they'd spend time in the old 'studio' Spain had in his house, and the Italian was no stranger to the bump-and-grind of club floors. But there was no way he was going to show off in front of the two perverts.
"Aw, Lovi-"
"Don't call me that-!" Francis continued without skipping a beat.
"Just look at him go, though. You know you want to join him."
"Like hell I do. He gets enough of me as it is. Let him share his ass with the world." Lovino bit back a tone of jealousy.
"He's so selective, mon ami! As if no one is actually allowed to touch it unless they're dancing with him..." The blonde peered at Romano from the corner of his eye, wondering if he'd take the bait. The way he was leaning away from the bar made it look like he was already decided.
"Like he's ashamed if it or something," Lovino let out a short laugh, finishing off his margarita and standing up, "bastard needs to appreciate that damn thing..."
And he was off, cutting through the blend of bodies until he hit where Antonio was currently swaying, his eyes closed and smile large. Lovino looked up to Francis with a scowl, flipping him the bird before looping his fingers through Antonio's belt, pulling him forward and against his body. The Spaniard was a bit confused at first, but grinned once he saw who it was.
"Lovi! You finally joined us!"
"You, not potato breath. Which, it doesn't look like he really even cares," Lovino let his fingers inch around, watching the brunette tense as he got closer to home.
"L-Lovi, what-" he was interrupted by a tight squeeze on his butt, a soft yelp escaping his lips.
"I'm just making sure your French fuck over there knows this is mine," he placed a kiss on Toni's lips before turning his- and by extension Spain's- body to the bar and sticking out his tongue.
"He was looking again?! Geez, I wish people would just stop looking at my stupid butt!"
Lovino gave a gentle squeeze again, beginning to sway his hips with the music, "rest assured, mio amore, I'll make sure they stop."
So I can see if someone wanted to call Lovi OoC in this, but I'm sure he'd eventually relax to showing affection outside of the house. Especially with some alcohol in his system. And with Toni's wonderful butt looking oh so nice in the club lights~