Okay, so this is something really short because I have writer's block and I couldn't get past 400 words.
Anyway, it's kind of going to be about each character and something from their culture.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Pairing: Spain x Romano. Don't like yaoi? Don't read it then.

Flamenco

Antonio reached for the CD player and pressed 'play'. The guitar slowly crept in, and was soon accompanied by castanets and the cajón. He crossed the room slowly, in time with the music, and extended his arm. Soon, he was moving quickly and partway through the dance.

"What the hell are you doing?" Someone interrupted him, and he stopped immediately, spinning around to face them.

"Oh, Lovi~" He answered, grabbing the Italian's arm and pulling him into the room. "Come dance with me!"

Lovino pulled away, and glared at the Spaniard. "No, why would I want to dance, you bastard?"

"Because dancing is fun!" He chuckled. "And this is not just any dancing, it's flamenco!"

"Dancing is dancing," He said, shrugging his shoulders. "It makes you look like an idiot, anyway."

"Don't say that, Lovi~" Antonio brushed his cheek, causing the smaller nation to blush, "You danced the tarantella once, remember?"

"Sì, I remember," He muttered, "But that was only because you said it would make me get better!"

"And it did, did it not?" He winked, "Come on, let's dance, Lovi~!" He took Lovino's arm and led him into the middle of the room, much to the younger nation's disgust. He put an arm around his waist and spun him around.

"G-get off me, you asshole!" He tried to break out of Antonio's grasp, but failed in doing so, and was continuously spun around the room.

"You're doing fine," Antonio replied, oblivious to Lovino's attempts to get away. "You could be a natural dancer, Lovi~"

As much as the younger nation wanted to scream and hit Antonio, there was something there that was stopping him. Later, he would tell him that it was the music that calmed him down, and it had nothing to do with dancing, but for the moment, he relaxed slightly, and let himself be spun around.