Spain and Romano

"A good thing, pfft. How the hell is it a good thing that I'm having that stupid Spain's idiot child!" Romano shouted to himself as he slamed the phone back down on the hook.

"Lovi, I brought some gelato for you and the baby! I figured you were hungry." Spain said sweetly, bringing in a tray of the italian's favorite desert. Romano's eye twitched. Ever since the damn tomato bastard had found out about his condition, he'd been spoiling him. Even more so than usual! It was really starting to piss the small nation off.

"Say ah!" Antonio said, holding a spoonful of gelato up to Lovino's mouth. The brunet growled, slapping his lover's hand away from him as the spoon and ice cream fell to the floor with a clink. Spain looked at the other man, slightly confused and a little startled by Lovino's behavior.

"What is it, love?" Spain asked, trying to pull Lovino close to him only to have the smaller boy push him away.

"What do think? You've been driving me crazy! I'm having a child, I'm not a child myself! You don't need to keep babying me!" Romano shouted. He saw the display of emotions play on his lover's face. Shock. Guilt. Hurt. Each new face made him feel a little bad for blowing up on the spagniard but he wasn't ready to admit that.

"I'm sorry mi amore. I'll give you some space." Antonio said a little awkwardly, cleaning up the mess of gelato on the floor and taking the untouched tray with him as he left his lover in peace.

When his lover left, Romano suddenly felt a slight pang of guilt. He really didn't mean to blow up on the spaniard like that, even though thats what he usually does.

"Stupid bastard, making me feel sorry for him." Romano grumbled, slouching into the couch and curling up on his side.

It was Spain's fault, Romano reminded himself. Treating him like a baby ever since he found out about the little italian's condition. It was both Spain's and this damn baby's fault. Romano's eyes suddenly sofftened and he brought his hand down to rest on the almost invisble bump. He couldn't deny it, no matter how hard he did. Sure, he was pissed at the Spanish man for getting him knocked up but at the same time he couldn't fight the small, very very small part of him that felt a little happy. With a sigh he sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

Maybe he had been a little too harsh on that idiot. While he was annoying and perverted as hell he was just looking out for his pregnant lover.

"Kuso..." Romano grumbled, the guilt bringing him to get up off the couch and head upstairs.

He made it to their bedroom and poked his head in, seeing Antonio laying on the bed with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Blush tinting his cheeks, Romano entered the room, keeping the slight glare in his eyes as he walked towards the bed.

Antonio looked up when he heard the floorboards creak and saw his italian lover standing in front of him looking quite flustered.

"Lovino? Is anything wrong?"

Still playing mute, Romano stalked towards the bed, eyes never leaving their watch on the spanish man, and threw himself onto the bed. Spain jumped in surprise but caught the small brunet, wrapping his arms gingerly around thin shoulders.

"It's okay to spoil me a bit..." Romano muttered sincerly, voice muffled by his face being stuffed in the spagniard's chest. His eyes regained their harshness and he glared at his lover. "But only a little!"

Spain could hardly believe the italian's words but smiled none the less. Holding his lover tightly and close to him, he enjoyed the show of affection while it lasted.

Prussia and Austria

The white haired german man woke up late one morning, feeling totally unawesome. He felt groggy and tired, his head was throbbing and after attempting to get up he realized he also felt very sore. He felt all the symptoms of his usual Saturday morning hangover but the aching in his lower back was new.

Gilbert heard the door creak and saw Elizaveta waltz in his room, her usual maid attire on as she folded and put away clothes.

"Good morning Gilbert, you feel okay?" She asked, sorting the clothes.

"Just peachy..." The albino groaned out sarcastically, rocking his throbbing head.

"Roderich is downstairs waiting for you to eat breakfast," The hungarian woman said.

Gilbert lifted his head at the mention of his lover. Oh right, now he remembered what happened last night. It was Friday, so as per usual he had gotten drunk as hell, and when he get's drunk he tends to get horny. God knows what kind of sexual adventures he must have had with the Austrian man. The relentless throb in his backside indicated that he must have bottomed last night, something that usually didn't happen. He thinks the last time the chestnut haired noble had topped must have been...2 months ago? Yeah, that seemed about right, and of course it was because the awsomer nation had let him top.

"Alright, come join us when you finish." Prussia told the girl, shrugging away the covers and standing up.

Elizaveta gasped and covered her eyes as the Prussian stood, nude as the day he was born. "Could you please put something on, you'll give Roderich a heart attack if you go down to breakfast like that."

Gilbert chuckled, grabbing the boxers he had on last night before they were carelessly discarded and slid them on. He left the young Hungarian to clean up the room, making the messy bed and changing the sullied sheets with a dark blush dusting her cheeks and a rather insane grin.

"Wazzup Rod," Gilbert greeted the dark haired austrian at the table, the other's eyes drawn to his loose platinum colored boxers.

"Must you come to the table half naked?" Roderich grunted, hiding his flustered face behind his coffee cup.

"Come on Roddy, what's the big deal? You've seen me fully naked plenty of times." Prussia grinned at the blush he managed to place on the austrian's cheeks.

"Regardless, just eat your breakfast. It's probably gotten cold by now and poor Elizaveta works so hard." The older male scolded, going on into a rant about how he shouldn't cause the poor girl any distress and be more respectable towards her. This lecture however, went completely ignored by the albino who never payed attention to his lover unless there was sex involved.

He frowned as he ate the eggs. Normally he loved the hungarian girl's cooking but for some reason, this morning's breakfast tasted a little off.

Maybe I'm still feeling sick? The once-nation asked himself, remembering how he's spent the last three weeks camped out in the bathroom, vommiting every half hour at least. Elizaveta and Roderich had been worried but the german assured them that him and his awesomness could withstand it.

Prussia continued to nibble at his breakfast, feeling his stomach churn painfully. Austria seemed to notice this look of discomfort and shot his boyfriend a slightly worrisome look.

"What is it? You usually love Elizaveta's food." The brunet asked, putting down his coffee mug.

"I guess I'm just not feeling all that awesome today..." Prussia muttered, putting down his fork and pushing the half eaten plate away.

Austria's violet eyes softened as he fixed his lover a worried glance. When Prussia declared he wasn't feeling awesome that was when someone should start worrying.

"Maybe you should go lie down." Austria suggested, grabbing the german's dirty plate along with his own coffee mug and placing them in the sink for Hungary to take care of later.

"Will you play the piano for me?" Prussia asked suddenly, causing the chocolate haired austrian to blink and send him a confused look.

Gilbert's face flushed the lightest shade of pink as he averted his gaze. "It always soothes me when you play the piano." He mumbled.

Roderich's own cheeks flushed a soft pink color at the german's words. He gave a short nod as he led Gilbert into his living room, motioning for him to go lay on the couch while he took his post by the large, varnished piano.

As Prussia got comfortable, Austria began to move his talented fingers over the shiny, white keys, creating a soft melody that filled the room. Gilbert's eyelids began to grow heavy and he could feel his consciousness slipping after several nights of being unable to sleep wether it was from being up all night in the bathroom tossing his cookies or from shagging the austrian.

Finally, his eyes closed and his breathing evened to a slow, rythmic exhale of air. Austria continued to play until a hand rested on his shoulder, startling him.

His head shot to the side where he saw Hungary looking at him with a gentle smile, her long, slender finger pointing towards the couch where the white haired german was snoring rather loudly. Roderich looked at his lover with a small, loving smile, happy that he was resting so peacefully.

"It's been a while since Gil's slept like this, he's usually up all night locked in the bathroom. I worry so much about him." The girl mused, expressing her concern for her childhood friend.

"To be honest, I'm quite concerned aswell. It kind of bothers me to see him just idling around without that stupid grin on his face. What should we do? I know he's sick but he's too much of an idiot to let anyone help."

Hungary nodded softly, showing her agreement. "I'll arange a doctor's appointment."

Roderich nodded, thanking the hungarian girl as she went to find a phone. Taking a deep sigh he resumed playing the piano for his sleeping lover.

Japan and Greece

Japan was a respectable man. Or a prude depending on how you look at it. He had been with Greece for years now, yet refused to do anything sexual with one of the most sex crazy nations until he felt good and ready.

Now, after many years of blue ball syndrome, the messy haired brunet was finally going to be able to claim the smaller nations virginity on their wedding night. Cliche and stuck up, perhaps, but to the two countries, tonight was a special night none the less.

Greece laid sprawled across the bed, waiting for his newlywed husband to come out of the bathroom. He'd had sex countless times, with country's like Spain and even that bastard Turkey, but never in his long life had he felt this nervous. It was, of course, an inner nervosity, his outside demeanor remaining as calm and collected as it always did. But even the ancient nation couldn't help but feel his cheeks light up when he saw the small asian man emerge from the bathroom, clothes already abandoned, all that was left covering him a pair of tiny boxer briefs.

Japan stood a meger 3 feet away from the bed that Heracles lay on, hands folded shyly over his groin and face flustered a dark pink. Both men knew that tonight they were going to seal the deal, and both were ready to accept it. Not to mention both were internally having panic attacks, Greece much better at hiding his anticipant shivers.

Japan glanced at the greek before looking away with a blush. He hesitatnly made his way to the bed and crawled onto the springy matress, a pair of warm hands touching his skin as he crawled over to the other nation, sitting on his knees as Greece felt up his sides. Japan inhaled deeply as the other man's wandering hands traced his thin sides and slid up to his chest, nimble fingers pinching and toying with the tiny, pink nipples.

Kiku let out a short, breathy moan as Heracles played with both little nubs, rolling them between his fingers and eliciting a chorus of wonderful sounds from the small japanese man.

"Are you ready for this?" Greece mumble as he pushed the raven haired man down and lay on top of him, his nakedess pressing against Japan's tiny covering.

Too choked up for words, Kiku merely closed his eyes and nodded vigorously, accepting the hot kiss that his lover nearly vicioulsy leaned in for.

Kissing wasn't entirely new to the couple but as Japan felt the greek's dastardly hand creeping down under the elastic waist of his shorts he knew this time they would be going much further than a simple make out session.

Greece fished out his partner's semi-hard length and began to stroke it, tugging and pulling the leaking member as Japan's hand covered his mouth, stopping the pleasured sounds from escaping his lips. The older country wouldn't allow this and swatted the smaller nation's hand away, leaning down to trace the seams of the other's lips with his tongue. Japan felt a shudder run up his spine as the tiny boxers were pulled all the way down his hips and flung carelessly. This was it.

A little eager from all that time of blue ball sydrome, Greece found it hard to keep his self control. After so long with only his hand as comfort, he was ready to just take the other here and now but knew he had to take things slow and steady. He reached into the night table drawr, pulling out the fresh bottle of lubricant that he had saved for this occasion and began applying a generous amount onto his fingers, warming the gel for his fragile lover.

Japan watched, dazed, as Greece's fingers trailed down to his entrance and began pushing against his hole. He closed his eyes and cringed slightly, but the ancient country was being very careful with him. Soon, two fingers were sheathed inside of him, stretching and scissoring to make the next step more endurable. A third finger prodded at his entrance to join the other two and Japan gripped the bed sheets in pain.

He'd read up on the subject, wanting to be educated for this experiance and all of the websites he read told him the first time would hurt but he didn't quite believe them when they said it was excruciating. Now he did.

"G-Greece...san...please be gentle." Japan pleaded as he felt the fingers leave his warmth.

"Of course." The man of few words whispered against his newlywed's ear, ghosting kisses along his jaw and backtracking towards the supple, pink lips.

Japan's breath had begun to hitch once again, even more so as he felt something that defenitly wasn't a finger prod at him.

Scared wasn't the word. He was terrified as what felt like a giant appendage began to work its way slowly inside of him. He clung to Greece, nails digging into the nicely tanned skin as he bit his lip to hold back a whimper.

After a few minutes of what felt like agonizing torture, Greece finally stopped, his own breath coming out in ragged gasps as he hovered over his lover.

"I'm...I'm in." His breath ghosted over Japan's lips as they hung open, letting out pants and mewls.

Japan decided to show some initiative and grabbed the other nations face, pressing there lips together in a needy kiss. It was his own special way of sensing the mood and telling the other 'I'm ready'.

Greece seemed to understand this and began a leisurely pace as the two kissed, keeping his thrusts shallow and slow. Japan tried his best to stay lax, using all the techniques he had learned from the videos he watched, digging his nails into Greece's back leaving red half moons.

"G-Greece-san...I'm almost there." Japan whimpered.

"I thought I told you not to refer to me so formally...and on our wedding night at that." Greece panted out between rocking hips. He was close too.

The shaggy brunet lifted Japan's small frame into his arms as he thrust his hips needily. Japan let out a throaty moan as Greece's manhood scraped against that sensitive area inside of him, and his fluids came shooting out of a twitching member, all over the older nation's chest and stomach.

Experience was the only thing keeping Greece from coming on the spot and he managed a few more angled jabs before spilling his own seed inside the other, holding the limp and now spent body in his arms.

Japan breathed heavily, but looked at his lover with loving eyes as the two curled up together under the soiled sheets.

A/N : Oh my gosh this chapter was so bad xD You can tell how long it's been since I wrote a lemon lol anyway, I know I haven't updated in FOREVER but I have an excu- I mean a legitamit reason! For some weird reason a while ago, my internet would crash everytime I tried to log into so I couldn't post fanfics. A few months later the problem stopped but I had forgotten about this story ^^" hehe...Now I'm continuing the story, but guess what? I can't log into FF AGAIN because it crashes my internet T^T Meaning this fanfiction will probably have been completed for a while before it can actually be posted...Oh well, I'll just write a bunch of chapters and post them all up when FF stops being a B**** ^^ Until next time!

P.S I have already got pretty much all the pairings in mind for this fic but I'm still happy to hear any requests. I'll write down the couples I have so that you can weeve through them and see if there's still a pairing you want to see ^^

ItalyXGermany, AmericaXEngland, SwedenXFinland, RomanoXSpain, PrussiaXAustria, GreeceXJapan, FranceXCanada, DenmarkXNorway, Hong KongXIceland, LithuaniaXPoland, ChinaXRussia and maybe AustraliaXNew Zealand if someone requests it so pretty much just mainstream pairings aside from maybe HK and Ice-kun ^^ (P.S not ALL pairings will be present at first, but as the chapters go up I'll be sure to add them)