It was once again the most romantic day of the year, and with so many couples making kissy faces at each other, you could probably say that there was love in the air. "I FUCKING HATE, ANTONIO!" Well, for most couples.

"Aw, come on Lovi! It won't be all that bad! We can spend all of tomorrow together!" Antonio called after his boyfriend who was angrily stomping his way up to his front door. "We spend everyday together. Why should today be any different from yesterday or the day before that?" Romano shot him a glare before slamming the door in his face.

"I don't want to ever see your face again, tomato bastard! If I so much as see a hair of you, I'll chop your balls off!" This was followed by numerous threats in Italian. Antonio gulped, placing his hands over his crotch. He knew that Romano made these type of threats all the time, but he's never said anything to this extreme before.

Antonio sighed as he left to get ready for his dinner date with his friends. If he had kept trying to talk to Romano, he would have heard him crying, wanting Antonio to stay with him that night instead. "Stupid tomato bastard." This was said with hot tears falling from his face.

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Antonio inwardly sighed as the waitress suggestively swung her hips in front of Antonio and his boss. Before she left, she looked back his way and winked. He didn't know what he did to lead her to believe that he was interested. He didn't know what was more awkward: the fact that the waitress was flirting to him in front of his boss, or the fact that his wife was dining with them. JUST HAVE TO GET THROUGH DESSERT.

"Spain," He looked at his boss. "If you want to leave, you can. We've finished going over the political affairs. I'll pay for dinner." Spain shot his boss a grateful look while he practically ran before the waitress came back.

He sighed in relief when he was in his car. Spain smiled as he thought of spending the rest of the evening with his blushing tomato. He laughed after thinking about how cute Lovi would look after he showed up at his door.

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Spain, being Spain, completely forgot just how pissed Romano was with him. You can imagine his surprise when he received a headbutt to the gut.

"Bastard! How dare you show your fucking face here again!" The door slammed in Spain's face.

Being doubled over in pain from both the door and the headbutt, it took Spain a few minutes to process what just happened.

"Lovi~! Please open the door!" Antonio yelled at the door.

"Shut up and go away! You'll wake the neighbors."

"I'll start singing if you don't open this door~!"

The door opened a crack. "You idiot! Start singing and I'll call the police!"

"Call them then!" With that, Spain started singing a Spanish love ballad in front of Romano house. Romano, being Romano, opened his door and yanked Antonio inside.

"Damn tomato bastard! Why do you have to be such a fucker?"

Antonio smirked. "I'm only a fucker when it comes to you, Lovi." Romano shivered. *Damn that sexy smirk of his.* Antonio pushed Romano up against the door. Romano's body molded perfectly into his. Romano blushed so hard his whole face went red. Spain chuckled as he leaned forward. He whispered into Romano's ear," I'm sorry I had to leave you alone, my little tomato. I'll do my best to make it up to you." He got his point across when he licked the inside of Romano's ear.

Romano gasped. Spain rolled his hips forward, sending a shock wave through Romano's body. Spain nibbled his way from his ear, along Romano's jawline, to his greedy lips. Romano could never get enough of the taste of Antonio. He could never really describe how Antonio tasted, just that he tasted how a Spaniard should and more.

Romano pulled back, gasping for air. Antonio put his head against Romano's forehead, letting their breathes become one. Romano looked at Antonio through lidded eyes.

"You damn fucker. This doesn't mean that I forgive you." The threat wasn't very threatening giving their current situation. Antonio reached up and grabbed ahold of Romano's curl.

"Ah-h..." Romano gave an involuntary thrust. "I wouldn't worry about that. I'll just have to pound you so hard into the mattress that you forget that today happened." Spain gave his curl a long, slow lick.

Romano moaned like a shameless whore. His pants felt too tight, his body felt like it was on fire, and Antonio kept licking his curl with his sinful tongue!

"Argh! D-damn bastard! G-get off of m-me!" Romano gave a feeble push a Spain's chest, too gone in pleasure to really do anything.

"Heh heh, do you really want me to stop, Lovi?" Antonio reached down and started rubbing Romano's crotch. "This seems to say otherwise." He gave a suck to Romano's curl.

"Uhn! B-bastard! Stop! I'm going...to..." Romano moaned with Antonio's name on his lips as he came in his pants. He slumped forward, relying on Spain to hold him up.

Spain picked Romano up, making him wrap his legs around his waist. Romano eyed Antonio cautiously. The Spaniard was a man of his word. If he said he was going to pound his ass into the mattress, he was going to pound his ass into the mattress.

Romano felt anticipation and adrenaline start pumping through his veins. This was going to be a long night.