i. Romano: Lovino Vargas

"This meeting is adjourned. We will see you tomorrow. Thank you for your time." Germany says stiffly. The gathered nations sigh in relief and push their chairs back, grating noises filling the air.

"Hey man, want to have an early dinner?" America asks, smiling at the Brit brilliantly as he sat down on the table. The nations pass by the two of them, chatting tiredly with each other as the room gradually empties. England's lip twitches as he regards the American in front of him.

"Why not?" England shrugs, giving America a small smile. America beams at him excitedly in return and England has to push down the butterflies that flutter in his stomach.

"Great! How does Italian sound? I've been craving for some." America chirps cheerfully. He gives England a sly, mischievous smile, and England grits his teeth at the innuendo. He releases a short breath and gives America a strained smile. It's okay. Everything's fine and dandy. America didn't mean anything by it.

"Sure, sure. Do remember that you're eating with me and be proper." He drawls. America laughs and nods, pushing himself off the table.

"Awesome. Can I drive?" He asks, tilting his head as he grins at England. England rolls his eyes and nods, his lips gradually curling up into another smile. America grabs his hand and he flushes. He interlocks their fingers as America pulls him away.

"England." Germany calls out, expression uncomfortable. The two of them turn towards him, giving the German expectant looks.

"I'd like to talk to you alone." Germany said, glancing at America with an unreadable expression on his face.

America blinks and shrugs. England looks up at him and lets go of his hand as he makes a motion towards the door.

America huffs, and leans down a little to kiss England sweetly. England hums and kisses back before he pats America's chest and pushes him away gently.

"I'll wait for you outside, okay?" America murmurs. England nods and watches as America walks away with a bounce in his step. He can't help but smile fondly at the sight and shake his head in amusement.

"So, what did you want to discuss?" England asks as he turns toward Germany.

"England... America–he's..." Germany hesitantly says. He frowns and England raises an eyebrow.

"A disturbance? Annoying? Yes, I am aware." England says in amusement as he tilts his head in confusion, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Unfaithful." Germany blurts out. England blinks, and then his eyes narrow.

"What are you saying? Unfaithful to what? His government? His people?" England asks, tone lowering in slight anger.

"You." Germany said exasperatedly, his expression upset.

England blinks. "Wait, did he shag Vene?" He squeaks. His expression changes, and he just looks upset and oddly enough, accepting.

Germany flinches. "No, but he's been trying to."

England stares at him, his green eyes flashing as he glances towards the door where America was waiting. He bites his lip and sighs, looking down at his feet. His jaw clenches and Germany looks away.

England looks up and nods slowly. "Thank you for telling me, I suppose."

He gives Germany an unreadable look and waves as he exits. Just as he expects, America is right there. He was leaning on the wall beside the doorway, looking incredibly bored as he looked around him lazily. He glances towards England and visibly perks up, smiling instantly. England stares at the floor in front of him and his fists clench.

"Hey, honey." America chirped, leering at England for a moment. He's unable to stop the giggles though and just looks incredibly ridiculous. England almost forgives him right then and there. But he doesn't.

England looks up, gaze dark. America's giggles cut off at the look in England's eyes. He swallows nervously and gives England an appeasing smile.

"I know you don't like me calling you that, man, but–"

"Vene, Alfred? Venezanio?" England screeches, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.

America blinks, and then his eyes widen in realization. Guilt flashes in his gaze and he opens his mouth, "Arthur–"

"He's with Germany, you idiot." England cuts him off, practically seething as his eyes narrow dangerously at America. He scowls angrily and clenches his fists as America visibly flinches before reacting.

"We didn't do anything!" He replies defensively, raising his arms.

"Anything, my arse! Stop fucking around! Italy has a boyfriend, Alfred!" England yells, face screwing up in anger. His breathing was harsh and labored, pinpricks of tears flashing behind his eyes. He blinks it away in frustration, growling at America.

"We were just flirting!" America pleads desperately, his blue eyes wide. England doesn't goddamn know what in God's name he's pleading for, but he sure as hell doesn't care.

"Screw you." He snarls and stomps off, expression pinched.

"Arthur!" America calls out instantly to his retreating figure. England doesn't even look back.

"Arthur?" He says softly, face screwing up as he watches England slip into his car and drive off.

"Agh!" He yells in frustration, kicking at the wall he was previously leaning against. It dents and America freezes as it cracks, paint and cement splitting. He squeaks and backs away, his eyes wide. Just as he's about to run off, the door opens and out steps a frantic Germany.

xxx

"Aaand, that's what happened. After that, Germany yelled at me a bit and then told me what he said, and then I bumped into you and asked you out for dinner." America explains, pouting a little.

"Humph. It's your fault anyways, bastardo." Romano grumbles. His eyes narrow, and he tilts his head, curl bouncing as he regards America in bemusement.

"And wouldn't he be upset if he saw us on that dinner you offered him? And with me of all people?" He continues, smirking slightly at the look that appears on America's face.

America blinks in confusion. "With you? What's wrong with you? You're chill. Besides, I already reserved a table."

Romano rolls his eyes and sighs. "Fucking oblivious, I swear. We're having dinner together, idiota. What the fuck does that look like?" The look of confusion on America's face doesn't leave though and Romano sighs inwardly. He was forced by fate to spend time with oblivious, stupid people, wasn't he?

"Uh, that I'm asking you for advice? To somehow prove that Vene and I didn't do anything?" America asks as he chews on his spaghetti. He gives Romano a quizzical look, smiling slightly.

Romano flushes, and twitches slightly. "It looks like we're on a fucking date, bastardo." He grumbles, shoving the ravioli inside his mouth. He looks away, resolutely not meeting America's eyes as he swallows.

"Oh, uh... Do you want it to be a date?" America asks slowly as he gives Romano a look-over, a slow smirk rising on his lips. It was destroyed by the spaghetti sauce dribbling down his chin. Romano coughs and shakes his head.

"I don't like being second-choice to my fratellino." He scowls, looking away as his cheeks redden.

America chuckles. "Please. Vene's got that cute thing working for him, but you've got that more mature look to you which is way hotter." He pauses, a slight frown playing on his lips.

"Well, for me, anyways. And you're with Spain, so Arthur would have gotten mad either way." He continues, laughing slightly as he dabs his chin and wipes off the sauce. He smiles charmingly at Romano and Romano scoffs in reply, bitterness hardening his features.

"We're not. That tomato bastard wouldn't give a shit." Romano bites out, gritting his teeth in frustration.

America blinks, and he leans closer towards Romano subtlety, placing his chin on his right hand. He ducks his head, and then looks up through his eyelashes, blue eyes dark. "His loss then." He says meaningfully.

Romano glances towards him, their eyes meeting. His breath hitches as he sees the sensual promises hidden in them, and his own eyes darken. They stare at each other and Romano drops his fork, licking his lips in anticipation.

America tracks the movement, and flicks his gaze upwards to Romano's eyes. He smirks, and leans in even closer.

"My room or yours?" He drawls, eyes twinkling mischievously. Romano's lip twitches and he chuckles lowly, leaning in towards America.

"Mhmm, mine. Feli is out." Romano murmurs. America grins and leans back, looking much too pleased with himself for Romano to be comfortable with.

"Awesome. How was your ravioli?" He chirps. Romano blinks, and huffs, leaning away from America. Way to ruin the moment, stronzo.

"Great. This restaurant is actually pretty good. Almost as good as the ones back in Rome." Romano muses thoughtfully as he pierces another one with his fork. America watches him chew, a smirk rising up on his face.

"I'm sure Rome tastes great." America leers once Romano swallows. Romano flushes and he groans, dropping his head onto his hands in embarrassment as he hides his red cheeks.

"Fucking bastard." Romano grumbles, his words muffled behind his hands.

America laughs. "I'll be fucking something pretty soon, I think. Unless, of course, you top, which is totally fine."

Romano rolls his eyes and looks up to see the aghast look on the woman behind America. He glares at her and then switches it to America. America doesn't even look perturbed at the heat in his gaze.

"Let's just go back, America. You're embarrassing, really." He sighs.

America grins and pushes his hair back as he stands up. He reaches out with his hand and smiles infectiously. Romano rolls his eyes but takes it anyway, trying to hide his own smile.

xxx

Gasp. Long, low groan.

"Fuck. Harder, bastard."

"Unf. So pushy, I swear."

Surprised keen. Wet, slapping sounds. Skin hitting skin. Muffled moan.

"Dios, America, guh."

"You're so hot, god, so tight."

Desperate whine. Tongues entangling together.

"Come on, bastard. Fuck me like you mean it."

"Shut up."

Pace speeding up. Thrusts getting harder, faster, louder.

"Oh god, fuck, shit, there."

"Ubghsdhk."

Choked off cry. Gasp. Thighs clenching, fingers scratching down hard backs.

"Romano, god, ungh."

"Guuuh."

Pull out. Groan. Liquid seeping out. Contented sigh. Quiet.

"Mmm."

"Hmm?"

Quiet laughter. Humming.

"So good. That was awesome."

"Mhmm. Shut up. Get a fucking towel and wipe me off, bastard. Dios, I'm sore."

Padded footsteps, muffled humming. Water running.

"Hey, here."

"Thanks."

Wet cloth sliding against sensitive muscles, soft kisses down a chest.

"Mhmm, sleep?"

"Yeah, yeah. Come here."

"Ooh, we get to cuddle? Didn't see you as the type."

"Shut up. I'm in post-coital bliss. Don't ruin it. Now come here, bastard, or I will hit you."

Soft laughter. Half-annoyed grumbles. Bed shifting slightly.

"Yeah. Good night."

"Night."

xxx

"Are we going to pick up Romano?" France laughs as the two flank him. He really likes being in the middle whenever they walked. It's like he's a pimp and his two best amis are his, well, goons or whatever.

"Sí! Mi Lovinito will expect it!" Spain chirps ecstatically, a huge smile splitting his face as they walk through the halls of the hotel. He couldn't wait to see Lovino!

"It's so unawesome that you still haven't told him, Toni." Prussia grumbles. Gilbird chirps in disapproval.

Spain's smile falls. "I know, I know. But Lovi's never shown any interest in men, much less me." He says morosely.

Francis frowns at that. "Is it because mon petit Romano is Catholic?"

Prussia scoffs. "Romano? Please. He's been a nation far longer than he was Catholic." He blinks, and then laughs loudly. "I think. The awesome me doesn't even know."

Spain sighed. "Ay! I am Catholic too if you have not forgotten, amigos, but love is love!"

"And besides, you can get married in Madrid, the awesome me thinks." Prussia smirked. Gilbird chirps in agreement from its perch on Prussia's head and Spain beams at it even though he has no idea what exactly he just said.

Spain laughs. "¡Sí! I will tell mi Lovinito as soon as possible!"

The three of them stop in front of Romano's door, the 432 shiny in its silver glory. It looks just like any other hotel door, but it's not. It's the door. Esta es la puerta.

Spain takes in a deep breath and presses on the buzzer. It rings loudly and Spain bites his lip. There was silence inside the room before a loud curse pierces the air.

"Oh shit!"

And it definitely was not Romano.

Spain, France and Prussia exchange confused looks.

"¡Hola, Lovino! Are you ready? We have a meeting!" Spain calls out, pushing down the insecurities that bubble up at the sound of another man.

"Just a minute, bastard!" Romano yells, his tone bordering on panic. Spain frowns.

"Tomatito? Are you okay?" Spain asks uncertainly. The noises of a scuffle and hushed whispers reach them and Spain's frown deepens. A door slams shut.

"Sì!"

The door in front of them opens to reveal a harried-looking Romano. He scowls at the three of them.

"Can't you fucking wait? Let's go bastards." Romano grumbles. Spain swallows. Damn, Romano was so beautiful.

"Lovi?" He murmurs, licking his dry lips. He was going to do it. He could. He would.

Romano frowns at him. "What?"

France and Prussia blink at him, similar looks of amusement on their faces. France winks and nods enthusiastically.

"Err. Nothing, mi amigo, it's okay." Spain says slowly. France's face falls and he gives him a scandalized look that borders on disapproval. Damn it. He couldn't do it.

"Okay..." Romano says just as slow, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance and confusion. Spain sighs inwardly. Dios mio, he was an idiot.

Prussia sighs. "Well, the awesome me kind of needs to go to the bathroom, so yeah."

He pushes past Romano and into the hotel room as he heads towards the bathroom.

Romano froze, "No, fucking bastard, don't open the-"

"America?" Prussia yells.

"–door..." Romano says feebly. Spain and France stare at him with wide eyes and Romano winces.

America exits the bathroom with a sheepish expression on his face.

"France. Spain. Prussia." He greets, rubbing the back of his head as he smiles at the three of them.

"L'Amerique." France replies, an amused tilt to his tone that somehow said that he knew something the others didn't. America gives him a look and then smiles at them.

"Señor America." Spain says in a small voice as he looks at Romano and then America. There's an odd expression on his face as he looks down at his shoes.

Prussia coughs. "So, uh, I'm assuming you had a wild night? Not as awesome as mine though." He smiles feebly at his joke as he glances at Spain worriedly. There's a lost look on his face as he stares at the floor.

America and Romano flush. America winces and turns to Romano with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Sorry, Romano. I should have woken you up." He says softly, biting the inside of his cheek. He rubs the back of his head and smiles charmingly at Romano.
Romano huffs and pokes America's chest. "Yeah, yeah. Just leave, bastardo."

America laughs and then glances at Spain. He hesitates before he leans in towards Romano and murmurs something into his ear. Romano stiffens and he lets out a long sigh as he shakes his head.

America bites his lip and nods, before he walks away. As he brushes past Spain, the Spaniard flinches visibly. Romano stares at him but Spain resolutely avoids his gaze.
The four of them are quiet as they stare at the open door.

"So, Romano." Prussia drawls. Romano tears his gaze away from the door to glare at Prussia.

"You and America, huh?"

Roano scowls and strides past the three of them. Spain stares at his back, expression dark and upset.

"Think of it this way, mon ami! At least we know that mon petit Romano's interested in men too!" France says helpfully.

"But that's Estado Uñidos!" Spain murmurs in distress. "Everyone wants Señor America!"

"But America's already with England." Prussia pipes up. "Did anyone other than me remember that what he did is called cheating? Anyone? No one?"

France chuckles lowly. A little sad, a little amused, and a little knowing. "I think Angleterre is aware of Amerique's infidelity."

"Then why are they still together if America can't keep it in his pants?" Prussia asks curiously.

Spain sighs and shakes his head as he brushes past the two of them to the door. France and Prussia watch him and sigh sadly.

"It's simple, really." France says wistfully, an odd expression on his face. Prussia frowns and gives him a questioning look.

"It's because he's in love."

xxx

"Lovi?" Spain says uncertainly. Romano turns to him and scowls.

"What, bastard?" He grumbles. Spain bites the inside of his cheek and looks away when the elevators pulls open. Romano's gaze softens and the two of them walk into the empty elevator.

"What, bastard?" He repeats once they're inside, softer this time but just as annoyed.

"You slept with Señor America?" Spain asked, gaze still set on the buttons of the elevator. Romano blinks.

"Sì..." He replies quietly, fear lacing his tone. "Is that a problem, Antonio?"

Spain bites his lip. "Sí."

Romano's mouth falls open and he gapes at Spain in surprise. "What? Why?"

Spain clenches his fists, and Romano swallow nervously as Spain seemed to tremble. "Lovi... Señor America? Why him?"

Romano stares at the Spaniard. "Because he offered." He says bluntly. Spain flinches.

"If... If I offered, would you have–"

"No."
Spain's breath hitches and he stares at the buttons, his eyes wide. He was going to faint, he felt so light-headed. Romano didn't want him. He wasn't good enough.

"All America offered was sex." Romano murmurs. He looks away from Spain and the Spaniard swallowed nervously.

"And...?" He whispers.

"I don't want that from you, bastard." Romano says meaningfully. Spain releases a long breath and he presses the emergency stop button. Romano's mouth falls open.

"Idiota! Why did you do that?" He yells aghast. He reaches towards the button, and Spain grabs his hand. He shakes his head stubbornly. If Romano meant what he thought he meant then, then... Spain had to take the chance.

"We need to talk, Lovino." He says quietly and turns to Romano. Romano looks away and stares at the doors.

"Lovi." He murmurs. "Look at me, por favor."

Romano turn to him and their eyes meet. They stare at each other and Romano's face reddens at the intensity of Spain's gaze.

"Te amo." Spain says clearly. Romano freezes, his eyes widening. His lips part and Spain couldn't stop now, he couldn't.

"I want you, I love you." He continues, breaths coming in sharp and harsh. Romano had to know, had to see how much he loved him. He had to keep going. He needs to keep going.

"I need you, Lovi. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours." He gasps out, green eyes dark. Romano stares at him, and they were both shaking and Spain was so goddamned scared.

"Te amo, Lovino." He finishes quietly.

Romano lets out a choked breath and squeezes his eyes shut. "Antonio, please, don't say things like that."

"Why not?" Spain asks desperately, face screwing up.

"Because it's not true! Don't lie to me, España!" Romano yells. Spain gapes at him.

"Lovi, I do, I love you so much, te amo, te amo, te amo! Por favor, Lovi, give me a chance!" He pleads. Romano looks away, cheeks heating up.

"Don't." Romano grits out. Spain flinches. He gives Romano a desperate look and Romano turns to him, gaze heated.

"I've... I've loved you for so long, bastardo. You've never looked at me once." Romano says quietly. He opens his mouth to say more.

"I have, Lovino!" Spain cuts in. He stares at Romano, a look in his eyes that makes Romano's heart beat faster.

"I've always looked at you." Spain murmurs. Romano swallows and he opens his mouth. Spain shakes his head and Romano closes his mouth against the words that struggle to deny.

"You've just never noticed." Spain's breath hitches as he gives Romano a beseeching gaze.

The two of them stare at each other, tension thick in the air. Romano makes a strangled sound and moves towards Spain at the same time Spain moves towards him.
They kiss and Spain sighs against Romano's lips. He smiles and Romano murmurs something unintelligible. Spain hums and opens his mouth slightly. Romano's tongue slips in and Spain makes a low sound in his throat as he leans in closer towards Romano. They share sweet, gentle kisses and Spain laughs softly into Romano's mouth. Romano makes an annoyed sound and pulls away, back pressing against the emergency stop button.

The elevator jolts and Spain giggles. Romano gives him a look, and Spain can't help but grin at the fond annoyance in Romano's gaze.

"Mi dispacie." Romano mutters, a light flush on his cheeks. Spain blinks and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"For what, mi querido?" He asks in confusion. The flush on Romano's cheeks deepens at the endearment.

"We should have done this sooner." He grumbles as he purposely ignores the question, curl bobbing as he shifts. Spain's gaze flies to that curl and he smiles mischievously. He reaches up and just as he's about to pull on the curl, the doors ding open. He pouts and drops his hand to his side. It's worth it tough when Romano reaches for his hand and links their fingers together.

He grins and Romano glares at him. "Fucking bastard. My fingers are cold, that's all."

Spain nods acceptingly and smiles brilliantly at Romano as they walk towards the meeting room. He tries not to laugh as his tomatito blushes and looks away.

As they walk into the meeting room, Spain catches America's gaze. America–who is not in his respective seat beside the United Kingdom, Spain notes– looks at their joined hands and blinks. His eyes widen in realization and he grins knowingly as he meets Spain's eyes again. He winks at Spain and mouths a "So cute!" and something that looks like "Finally!".

Spain just sticks his tongue out at him.

xxx

Headcanon! It's either you're really close to someone by calling them their human names, or you're being really disrespectful and not acknowledging them as nations.
Obvs, since Al and Arthur are together, they refer to each other as such. So does Feli and Lovi, BTT, Antonio and Lovi and etc.

Btw, non-English is based on prior minimal knowledge, lol. I left the easy translations alone, like the si, and the oui, and etc.

Fratellino (Italian)- little brother

Esta es la puerto (Spanish)- This is the door (this is the first phrase my friend learned in Spanish lol)

Por favor (Spanish) - Please

Te amo (Spanish, Italian, etc) - I love you

Mi dispacie (Italian) - I'm sorry

Mi querido (Spanish) - my dear

Edit: 7/25/12 Changed wording, spelling, grammar, etc.