Hi! Another drabble written by Sarah (on Skype) but this time, prompted by Jax (me)~
You see, I was stuck in the airport due to my flight cancellation. To kill time (and express my rage), I stole their wifi and messaged Sarah to write me something to cheer me up...and it worked!
Anyways, we hope you enjoy this! Reviews would be awesome! Thank you!
Disclaimer: We do not own Hetalia.
Romano, quite honestly, did not like to drink. The more when drank, the less control one had, and being out of control was the thing that terrified Romano the most. Although, he supposed, Spain didn't really have to maintain a lot of control. Despite his own conflictions against alcohol, it didn't really seem like Spain was acting very different after a couple glasses.
Well, except for getting a little... touchy.
Romano didn't mind that much. He was slightly used to it, since Spain hugged him a lot and expressed most of his attention through physical contact. However, those touches were brief and relatively platonic in nature, and this... wasn't.
The Spaniard's tan hands slid from where they'd been gripping the lapels of his coat to the bare skin were his shirt met his neck, and Romano was immediately struck by two conflicting impulses. The first was to push the man off roughly, quickly followed by a string of curses that would make his Roman Catholic family cringe. The second was to touch the older male in a similar manner, to feel that warm skin under his own searching fingertips. The mixture of images and the shock of them both had him frozen in place instead, unable to act out either – although the second really made him question if someone hadn't spiked his drink at all during the evening.
"Y-you've drunken too much, bastard." Curse that stupid tremor in his voice.
"Mmm Lovi," The hands didn't move, but Spain's head did, nuzzling into the crook of Romano's neck. "You smell good."
The Italian's heart thudded a little at that. What the hell? Normal people don't just say shit like that! "What are talking about, idiot? I think we need to cut you off."
He could feel Spain smile slightly against his skin, and then there was something moist pressing against the flesh. He yelped and squirmed away. "Ack!"
"You taste good too, Lovi." Emerald eyes lifted to lock with his own, the look in them slightly glazed and foggy. When he spoke, Romano could smell the sharp, bitter scent of the alcohol on his breath. "I could eat you."
"What the fuck?" He exploded, pushing vainly at Spain's more muscular arms that had him trapped against the bar chair. He looked frantically around the bar, but no one appeared to be paying them any attention. They were all preoccupied if it were any guess by the two darkened shapes moving in the back corner, one a large hulking blond form and the other... wait, was that his brother?
Before he could storm over and rip the German's head off, literally or metaphorically, his current problem came back to hand when a wet stripe worked itself onto his neck.
"Spain!" He meant it to come out indignant and cautionary, but instead it came out high and rather like a squeak. Ugh, not his intention.
"Romano," The other man breathed against his neck. Before Romano could protest again, the Spaniard had already nuzzled his nose up the rest of the curve of his neck and moved over slightly, connecting their lips.
The Italian supposed that maybe the alcohol didn't taste so bad on Spain.
For those who have read "Opposites Attract", chapter 5 will be coming sooner or later. Sarah is in a bit of a writer's block (since she doesn't know what to do next) so we're sorry for the delay. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!