Mkays hello, this is my first story in a while, I got my computer fixed and for a few weeks I wasn't inspired ),:
*Ok so if you don't know what Hot Hands is it's a game where you and another person put there hands together (one pair of hands is on top and the other on the bottom) and the person on the bottom tries to slap one of the hands on top. When they're slapped they loose
Hot Hands
Romano sat across the table, staring into the beautiful, light, apple-green eyes, in focus. The green eyes looked back into focused eyes with a smile.
"I'm going to win." Spain purred with confidence.
"WHAA! No I PROMISE I'm going to win." Romano immediately answered with a gasp.
Hands on top of Romano's hand, Spain smirked at Romano's promise. Romano twitched his right hand fast, then his left, and looked up.
'He didn't even seem to fall for my trick!' Romano thought to himself.
As fast as a humming bird's wing, Romano flipped his hand over to miss the human skin of the one he loved, and hit the table.
Spain smiled slyly as Romano shot a pissed look at him.
"Mi Amor, don't look so mad; you can try again." Spain said with a smooth, calm, whisper.
The sound of Spain's seducing voice made the Italian turn red. Like a tomato :D
They placed their hands again and Romano closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and swung his hand over- yet again to miss.
The winning chuckle made the tomato face feel revengeful.
Romano leaned over and grabbed Spain's right hand and slapped the back of it, in revenge to feel as if he won.
Spain slowly entwined his fingers in-between Romano's and held onto his hand tight.
Romano threw his head forward so he was now looking down into his lap; to hide is blush.
Spain stood up still hand in hand with his Amor and leaned his long torso to the other side. He whispered 'Romano' into Romano's ear and the boy from Italy looked up.
As soon as the tomato loving boy saw Romano's lips he snuck up under his nose and landed his lips on Romano's.
-DA END-