Spain traces a finger along my hair curl and a long, low moan escapes me. My eyes shoot wide open and I hit him.
"Not in public, you bastard!" I snap at him, and he raises his eyebrows.
"Wh..." Germany looks quite lost. I don't even know why I agreed to this double date. It's the sort of stupid idea only Veneziano would have... Veneziano or Spain.
"What is it, Germany?" asks Veneziano.
"Uh... Could I inquire what you were just doing? What is that curl?" Germany says stupidly.
"You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" Spain asks, surprised. "It's the 'fun zone'."
"Wh... What?"
"When touched," Spain decides to demonstrate on me, and I squirm and sink a little lower in my seat as Veneziano looks away, "it can provoke a reaction..." The idiot Germany still looks confused, so Spain clarifies. "It's sexual." The potato bastard blinks and looks at Veneziano's hair curl. "I'd have thought that you would know. After all, you have..." The potato bastard goes bright pink and denies it.
"We've only... Seen each other. But that's it!" he says.
"But we can any time, you know! When you feel ready to," Veneziano pipes up. Germany smiles at him and glances at the hair again.
"You keep your filthy potato hands off him, you bastard!" I shout at him, standing up angrily. He looks at me.
"It's Italy's choice whether he wants to or not." he says calmly.