Hi everyone, from now on I'll be posting my fanfiction here even though I'd assumed I grew out if it. I just love Hetalia too much but anyways this is aph Spain, Antonio x nyo!Romano, Lovina I just love their character dynamic. This is based off of a prompt on Tumblr that I couldn't resist writing and I thought it was perfect for these two. Enjoy

Midnight Dip

Pairing: Antonio and Lovina

Lovina

"Come on, we're alone out here and the water's not that cold." Antonio grinned from where he stood in the nearly black water with only the light of the stars and moon to clue me into where the sea water lapped softly at his lower stomach. Dio, it's dark, I can barely see two feet in front of me, let alone the rotten pomodoro.

Rubbing the inside of my elbow, I looked down at the ground and toed the sand. "This was a bad idea; I can't believe I let you talk me into this! What if I step on an urchin or something or the tides change and I get dragged out to sea? I should have stayed back at the villa with those two stupido love birds." I grumbled the last bit, thinking of how my sorella and that potato-face hers. What? It's not my fault the shape of his head doesn't remind anyone else of a potato.

"Ay, por favor? It'll be fun!" He pouted as he began to take a few steps towards me.

Panic and something else flooded my stomach. "Wait!" I started, holding my hand out in a stopping motion. "Not another step or I'll—"

"You'll what? Come in after me?" He teased, mischievously taking another step closer and allowing the water to show off a hint of hair that trailed down to his vital regions.

My face flushed crimson red and I scrunched my eyes shut. "You jerk; I'm going to leave you here without your cloths and you'll have to walk back!" I snapped, ignoring the feeling of butterflies rapidly trying to escape coming from my stomach. Reaching down, I grabbed his cloths—a meager red tank top, yellow boxers, and Bermuda shorts—and spun around as gracefully as one could on the sandy shore.

"Lovi, why?" He whined; his seductive demeanor now dropped completely. "Please don't go!"

I paused for a moment. "I'm not going in, much less stripping; what made you think that skinny dipping was a good idea, much less one that I'd agree to?" Even just saying the phrase made my nerves even worse, and the fact that the words 'skinny dipping' came out as barely more than a whisper were proof to that.

"We won't do anything you're not comfortable if that helps? I just thought this would be a fun way to get closer to each other."

I'm going to kick his butt later.

Taking in a shaky but deep breath I dropped his cloths and reached for the ties of my blue and white stripped halter top with trembling hands. "Don't look, you b**."

It took me a few tries but I finally managed to get the knot loose and pulled off the top. Prolonging the inevitable I pushed down my pale khaki shorts until the fell to the ground. Standing there in only my mismatched undergarments I turned around to see the faintest outline of his back.

While a knot formed in my throat, the fluttering in my stomach worsened still and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Quit being such a baby; sei Italiana per amor di Dio!

I can do this. Slowly I reached to unhook my bra as my lip began to tremble only to burst into tears. Crouching down, I hid my face in my hands and chided myself as the frustration began to build. "Io sono come una bambina! Why can't I do this?"

"Lovina?" Antonio called out worriedly. There was a splash and a moment later his arms were around me. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"But you wanted us to get closer—" My voice took on a higher pitch as the tears kept falling. "I want tha—at too!"

"Look at me." He commanded softly as he used one of his hands to peal mine from my face.

Resisting, I scrunched my eyes and whined. "No, I'm an ugly crier!"

A pair of lips as soft as rose petals pressed against my left eye and I was pulled farther into his embrace. Though he was careful not to create skin on skin contact with anywhere that would cause an awkward situation, a sense of warmth still permeated the air between us. "You're always beautiful to me, even when you cry. Open your eyes and look at me." He hooked his finger underneath my chin and forced me to face him. Slowly, oh so very slowly, I opened my eyes and peered up into his vivid emerald green eyes that seemed to glow in the moon light.

"It's okay if you're scared, you don't have to force yourself. It won't be fun for either of us if you're not comfortable. Above anything else, I want you to be able to be comfortable with this."

"B-but—"

Moving his finger from my chin to my lips, he shushed me. "I won't be angry if you decide to just go back instead. There are plenty of ways we can get closer, ways that we can both enjoy. I can wait to see you—I'd wait for eternity if you asked me to."

My brow furrowed. "I'd never ask something so selfish of you."

He threw his head back and laughed heartily. "And I thank you for that, but what I said still stands; I love you and I'd do anything for you so please don't do this if you're anything less than completely confident in showing me your body."

The tears began to subside and I looked down and wrapped my arms around my knees. "I'm sorry; I'm not ready to take that step yet."

"It's okay, we can just stay like this if you like or we can go in with our clothes on."

I nodded and was about to answer until a thought occurred to me and I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. "Clothed, huh? And do you suppose you fit that category, ya rotten tomato?"

Confused, he stared at me for a moment before a light came on upstairs. "Oh!" He laughed. "Lo siento, I'll put my boxers on." And with that he stood up faster than I could look away.

"You b**! I'll break your knee caps mafia style!" I covered my beat red face with one hand and used the left one to smack him on his shins as he went past me to grab his cloths.

Mischievous laughter rang from behind me as he slipped into his undergarments. "I love you!"

Suddenly he picked me up princess style and bolted for the water. "Stupido, put me down, I never said I wanted to go in the water!"

"Too late!" He snickered right as the chilly water touched my back causing me to yelp and cling to his neck as I tried to get away from the water.

"Jerk face, I'm going to put rocks in all your shoes!" I glowered.

Pecking me, he said. "Okay." Turning my head slightly, I bit him on the chest right below his collarbone. "Ouch!" He howled. "That's how you want to play it, huh?" His eyes glinted and his voice lowered an octave.

"Uh-oh." I muttered, suddenly wary.

"Uh-oh is right, little miss tomato with teeth."

Pecking the wounded spot, I gave him a cute and innocent grin. "All better?"

"Oh, it's going to be." He winked, causing my face to redden and a bolt of warmth to course through me. Leaning down, he made sure to kiss me thoroughly and though I would never admit it to anyone, I didn't mind—in fact, I enjoyed it.

With my arms curled around his shoulders in the moonlight, we were so caught up that his grip slipped and my lower half crashed into the water, causing me to bite his tongue. Laughter filled the air along with whining from both of us, accusing the other of ruining the moment. "Ti amo." I mused, leaning my forehead on his.

He pouted for a moment before pressing his lips against mine and whispering. "Te amo, tesoro."