Rated: G
Language: English
Categories: Romance/General
Title: Bailamos
Summary: He moved forward to begin his advances anew with a light chuckle. "Let's dance."
Author's Note: Don't you love how I can make him sound so much like a stalker, and then, not deliver? XDDDD I swear, I'm working on that stalker story. I really am. It's just on a back burner until I finish the last five shorts for the challenges. This one's theme was another Enrique Iglesias song, "Bailamos." Ta-da. I'm sorry that this one's short too. xD
Bailamos
There was no one that could say Spain didn't have as much of a sense of humour in him as he did passion. Thus it goes without saying that he recognized fate's brand of mocking humour whenever he saw it in action as he flirted with the older Italian brother, all too aware that he returned his feelings, just to be shot down for it and pushed away.
But that's just how they played their game, wasn't it?
Really, it was more of a dance than anything else; one step forward, two steps back. Antonio stepped up again, and Romano side-stepped. He'd lean in for the kiss they both knew they wanted, and the southern Italian would dip under and side step again (providing he moved faster than the Spaniard.)
If they didn't enjoy it so much, they'd have thought it was getting redundant. Ah, but it was all in the name of love; the repetativeness could be overlooked for its sake.
And as Antonio spied Romano harassing Germany about his little brother again (for the fifth time that day; the blonde must have the patience of a saint,) he moved forward to begin his advances anew with a slight chuckle. Let's dance.