Miss Stealer: I…am so sorry! Last chapter, I swear to Pangaea! I never liked making lengthy stories…I always end up changing shit all the time…I'm sorry! Well, this will be the long awaited dancey sexy time and sexy, sexy time! However, I got lazy trying to finish this so it has untranslated shit :/ BU~T It's got all you were waiting for: lemon… I mean, that's what I was waiting for. Anyway, I shan't delay your reading any further. Go my lemon drops, and read!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned but I don't, never will, never have…..only in my dreams...and lemons….same difference…

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Spain woke up with one hell of a headache. Perhaps drinking your troubles away isn't the best way to solve them…He started to feel depressed when he remembered just what those troubles were. His thoughts were interrupted when his bedroom door opened.

"Oi, bastardo, take these and get your ass up. You have a busy schedule." Spain could see that Romano was already dressed in his always nice clothes. He pushed a few pills into Spain's tired hand and placed a glass of water on his bedside table.

"Aww, gracias, Roma~!"

"Yeah, yeah, just get up you lazy ass…" Romano turned on his heel and quickly left the room, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Spain sighed and took the pills, then dragged himself out of his warm, comfy bed to the kitchen. There he was met with a pleasant surprise. On the table, was a plate of steaming hot basil tomato omelets and a glass of orange juice.

'Is Italy here…? No, the house is too quiet to have them both in the house together… So, did Roma…?' A huge smile broke out on his face as he sat down and happily started eating the breakfast laid out for him. 'So cute!'

~*** Time Skip! (=ヮ=)૭ ***~

The day just seemed to be getting better and better for Spain. Romano only yelled at him once, did the things Spain asked, and even cooked him dinner! At first, Spain thought that somehow England switched Italy and Romano's bodies, but that changed when Romano spoke up after dinner while Spain was watching TV.

"Hey, bastard," Romano threw Spain's jacket on top of his head," We're going out."

"Wha..?" he looked up at Romano who already had his blue sweater on and a blush on his cheeks. " Where are we going, Roma?"

"J-just come…" he stopped and saw the small smirk on Spain's lips," Y-you know what, never mind!" Romano turned and started to walk away, but was stopped when Spain grabbed his wrist and pulled him close, enveloping him in a hug.

"Roma~, you're so cute! Come on; let's go to…wherever it is you wanted to take me!"

"G-get off!" Romano shoved him away and huffed as he walked out the door, almost slamming it in Spain's face. "Follow or not, I don't give a shit…" He started walking in the direction of the small town near their house, Spain soon falling into step with him. After about five minutes of walking, Spain started to get restless.

"Soo~, where are we going? Are we going to the market for tomatoes? Oh! Or to the guitar store? Italy's restaurant? Didn't we just eat? Hey wait, what's this place?" he stood outside of the new dance studio, gazing inside the window and looking at the interior in awe. Romano scoffed and entered the building, immediately getting his life squeezed out of him by a familiar set of arms.

"Oh, Lovino, darling! I knew you'd be back!" Matilda squealed excitedly and pulled back to look at Romano's face," So, where is this person you were talking about before?"

"Roma~, you didn't tell me you went inside! I got worried you were stolen or ditched me! Haha!" Spain walked up to the pair scratching his head sheepishly. He looked to Matilda and smiled, "Hello there! I'm-"

"Oh my goodness! He's quite a looker, Lovino! I'm Matilda," she patted his head and turned to Spain," So, dearie, what's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Sp-"

"Antonio!" They both looked to Romano, who's sudden outburst caught their attention. He walked over to Spain and pulled on his arm," His name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."

"Cute! Well, the floor is ready for you guys, so just go ahead and have fu~n!" Matilda walked to the front desk and sat down, answering a call. Spain was standing still, a confused look on his face. Romano just dragged him onto the dance floor and took of his sweater. He turned to see Spain looking even more confused and blushed furiously. Clearing his throat, he tried to gain the courage to tell Spain what was going on.

"Ah, s-since I didn't, you know, do anything for your stupid birthday, I…well, AGH!" He gave up on his little 'speech' and stormed over to the stereo and turned it on. A slightly upbeat salsa beat started flowing through the speakers and Romano went back over to Spain, holding out his hand and looking away, his blush making his cheeks feel like they were on fire.

Spain smirked as he realized what Romano was doing. So, he was going to dance with him, Spain: the greatest, and sexiest, dancer that has ever existed? 'I finally get to show him what I can do…' He quickly grabbed Romano's hand and pulled him against his chest, pausing for a second before moving his feet to the music. As the song progressed Spain started to recognize the words and started to sing along, leaning closer to Romano as he did.

"When marimbas start to play

Hold me close, make me sway

Like an ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more"

He could feel Romano shiver at the way the words were sung with his, in Romano's opinion, sexy Spanish accent. Spain twirled them around the floor, making sharp twists and dipping Romano repeatedly. Back over at the front of the studio, Matilda and Daniel were watching with wide eyes at the pair. Matilda gasped as Spain dramatically dipped Romano and their faces became close enough that Romano could see the tiny beads of sweat forming on Spain's brow. His knees started to become weak as Spain sang the next verse…in Spanish.

"Como una flor que se dobla en la brisa

Doble conmigo, influir con facilidad

Cuando bailamos usted tiene un camino conmigo

Quédate conmigo, me balanceo con"

Spain pressed himself closer to Romano, their hips moving together and fitting perfectly. The two spectators couldn't believe how well they were dancing; it was like the entire thing was choreographed. Their movements started to become sharper, making them seem like they were in an epic, sexy battle for control. Spain spun Romano one last time as the song ended, their faces only inches apart. The entire room was quiet except for their soft panting until a squeal interrupted the silence.

"Oh my god!" The two looked over to where Daniel was standing, watching the back of a fleeing Matilda. She came back with tissues covering her nose and a dreamy look in her eyes. Romano detached himself quickly from Spain's grasp, noting how empty his hands felt now without the Spaniard's warm ones holding them.

"Oh, how long were you two watching? Did we do good?" Spain smiled at the pair, taking pride in his dancing abilities and the fact that he finally got to use them on Romano.

"I think you did better than 'good'. That was kubwa!" Daniel walked over to Spain and started to talk adamantly about different types of techniques he used during the dancing. Romano blushed furiously and grabbed his sweater and headed for the door quickly, muttering to himself in Italian. Matilda waved to him, not removing the tissues from her face.

"Si, I've noticed that it only works when- hey, wait, Roma~!" Spain quickly said goodbye to both Daniel and Matilda, running out the door and towards his little Italian. Romano just kept trying to get away from him the entire way, which resulted in him being chased by Spain all the way home.

Romano burst through the door, slightly out of breath.

"Cazzo, Spain, go away!" the Spaniard just strolled into the house laughing, a face-splitting smile on his face. He caught Romano by the waist and twirled him around, bringing him close enough the whisper in his ear.

"Thank you, Lovino."

Romano gasped. Spain had never said Romano's name so…erotically. He turned in Spain's grasp with a glare set on his face, prepared to curse him out some more when he froze. Spain had hugged him tightly, and something inside of Romano refused to let him make a sound. Before he could do anything, Spain pulled back, smiling with lidded eyes and brushed a strand of hair from Romano's face.

"Thank you for giving me the best evening of my life, Lovi. I couldn't have asked for a better day."

"W-what do you…? Stop saying stuff like that, bastard!" Romano started to struggle against Spain, pushing his hands onto his chest to get more leverage. Spain, however, had different plans. He pushed Romano against the wall and grabbed his wrists, effectively trapping him. Romano looked up at Spain with slight worry in his eyes and turned his head somewhat when the Spaniard leaned his face close to Romano's.

"Bu~t, I could think of one thing that would make this the best make-up birthday ever." With that he leaned down and lightly pushed his lips against Romano's. It was such a soft kiss, but the emotions behind it hit Romano like a freight train. He hesitantly applied pressure to Spain's lips with his own, his eyes widening when Spain deepened the kiss immediately. He gasped as he felt Spain's warm tongue swipe across his bottom lip, then pushed their faces away.

"W-what the hell, Spain? W-why did you-"

"Please," Spain's hot breath ghosted over Romano's ear, teeth gently nipping the lobe, "Lascia che ti ami, Lovino."

Hearing those endearing words in Spain's accent, speaking in his own language set Romano off. 'Why the hell not?' He slipped one hand out of the Spaniard's grasp and grabbed Spain's neck, pushing their faces back together and crashing their lips onto each other. Spain eagerly returned the kiss, tilting his face to get better access. Romano allowed his eyes to close, completely submitting himself to the kiss.

Spain released Romano's other hand, running his along the smaller country's sides, making him shiver in pleasure. Romano's arms wound around Spain's neck, one leg coming up to wrap around his hip. This time, when Spain's tongue poked at his mouth, begging for entrance, he willingly opened his mouth. Romano groaned as his mouth was thoroughly dominated by Spain, their tongues dancing in the hot confines of his untouched cavern. Spain pulled away and stared into his eyes, then smirked.

"W-what's that look for?" Romano asked before Spain dragged him down the hall and into his bedroom, throwing him onto the soft bed.

"It means," Spain said, crawling on top of the blushing Italian, "Usted debe prepararse para conseguir a fondo jodido."

Romano's eyes became bigger as his pants suddenly became smaller. He whimpered as his hands were once again pinned above his head and one of Spain's hand traveled south. The Spaniard started to gently rub the growing bulge, chuckling as Romano's blush turned seven shades darker. He leaned down and nibbled on the Italian's lower lip, pulling back when Romano tried to initiate a kiss.

"¿Te gusta cuando te toco ahí, Lovino?" He sucked on Romano's collarbone and unbuttoned his pants with one hand, sliding the zipper down slowly. Keeping both of his lover's hands pinned, Spain pulled down Romano's pants and underwear in one tug. He provocatively ran his hand up along his thighs, teasing the boy under him. "Someone's excited…"

Spain grabbed Romano's swollen member in his hand, receiving a pleasurable hiss from Romano. He slowly moved his hand up and down, watching as Romano squirmed and tried not to let out any sounds or buck his hips to create more friction.

"Lovi~, let me hear those pretty little sounds, mi amor." To encourage Romano to do what he wanted, Spain sped up his movements. The Italian whimpered and bit his lip, turning his head from side to side; it would take a lot more than that to make him squeal. Spain smirked at his efforts and stopped, unbuttoned his own shirt and tugged it off. He let go of Romano's wrists, only to bind them to the headboard with his shirt, tying it tightly.

He advanced downward on Romano's body, removing the Italian's expensive shirt carefully, then nipping and licking his nipples before moving further down until he was hovering over the boy's painful looking erection. Spain blew slightly on the tip, noting the shivers that coursed through Romano's body, and teasingly lapped at the head. Romano's breath hitched and a small moan escaped his throat as Spain took the entire thing into his mouth.

"A-AH!" Romano tried to resist the urge to thrust into the hot confines of Spain's mouth, but couldn't hold back as the Spaniard started to hum an unknown tune. He whined in protest as his hips were held firmly in place. Spain continued to suck, bobbing his head up and down and lightly grazing his teeth on the sensitive skin. He could hear Romano's breath start to get faster and his tiny moans becoming louder and more lewd.

"Mmn…S-Spai~n…a-ahhn…" Spain growled and pulled Romano's member out of his mouth, moving up to bite his neck.

"Malo, Lovi, yo quiero que digas mi nombre humano." He licked the spot that he bit, trailing a wet line to Romano's lips and hovered over them, panting hotly, "Gritar lo, gritar lo para que todos puedan oír."

Romano bit his lip once again and glared at Spain, refusing his request with his eyes. "N-no, you perverted bastard!"

"Voi sapete che si desidera…" Again, hearing Spain speak in his own language broke Romano down, his muscles became less tense as the words made him melt. Seeing his change, Spain took the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothing, pulling off his pants quickly, but slow enough to give Romano a show. His eyes widened as he took in how large Spain really was. He had heard the Spaniard's stupid friends bragging about how big he was and how much Romano would probably enjoy being plowed with. Now that he'd seen it, he couldn't agree more with them.

"Like what you see?" Romano snapped his head up and narrowed his eyes at Spain's smiling face. He didn't get a chance to respond because as he opened his mouth to snap at Spain, all that came out was a long, pleasure filled moan. Spain had taken Romano's hips into his hands and forced them both together, creating wonderful friction between the two sweaty bodies. He started to move their bodies together, grinding their rock hard members against each other.

"Nghh…S-Spai-"

"Don't...you dare, Lovi." Spain interrupted, giving a particularly rough thrust against Romano's hips. He pouted, but almost immediately threw his head back against the pillows when Spain picked up his pace.

"Mmnn…ahhh…An-…Antonio~…"

Spain cheered inside his head; Romano had said his name! Romano never said his human name, especially never in such a wonton way. He stopped his grinding and deeply kissed the flustered Italian, reaching over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, searching for the little bottle he kept in there in hopes this situation would occur. They pulled away from each other and Romano scoffed.

"P-pervert…"

"Only to you, mi amor." He spread Romano's legs, settling himself in-between them before popping the cap on the bottle of lube and covered his fingers in the gooey substance. "Now, you need to relax, si?"

Romano nodded and took a deep breath before Spain inserted the first finger. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't very comfortable. He hissed as the second finger joined the first, scissoring themselves to make the opening bigger for Spain's huge appendage. As soon as he got used to that feeling, Spain inserted a third finger. Now, that hurt. He clenched slightly around the fingers, whimpering at the pain.

"Shh, Lovi, you need to relax or it will hurt even more later." Spain peppered his face with kisses and used his free hand to caress Romano's side. He relaxed slightly at the soothing sound of the Spaniard's voice, finally allowing Spain to move his fingers once again. After a while of stretching, the fingers started to delve deeper into the tight heat, searching. Romano started to wonder what Spain was doing, but his train of thought was interrupted by a hot jolt of pleasure running up his spine.

"A-AHH! Oh Dois, Toni~!" He pushed back on the fingers, trying to make them hit that one spot inside of him that made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Spain angled them to hit the spot again and almost came right then and there at the sight of Romano's pleasure filled face. His hair was sticking to his sweaty head, eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging open, letting out the most erotic moan that Spain had ever heard. He quickly pulled his fingers out, much to Romano's displeasure, and slathered some lube onto his pulsing member, placing it at his lover's entrance.

"Ready?"

"W-wait." Spain raised an eyebrow at Romano and the Italian blushed, "U-untie me, you bastard. My, uh, my wrists h-hurt…" Spain chuckled and reached up to remove the shirt binding his wrists and threw the shirt into the corner. Romano rubbed his wrists, mumbling about 'stupid Spanish bastards' before snaking his arms around Spain's neck. "N-now, I'm ready…"

Spain smiled and pulled Romano into a sweet kiss, temporarily distracting him as his started to push inside, not stopping until he was fully sheathed. Romano gasped, tears slipping out of his eyes. Forget what he said about the fingers hurting, this hurt even worse.

"Relajarse, Lovi." Spain kissed Romano's tears away lovingly, "Será mejor pronto, yo prometo."

Romano dug his nails into Spain's back, trying to cope with the pain. He was glad Spain didn't move an inch the entire time, letting him get used to the feeling of being so…full. He felt the pain ebb away to the point where it was just a dull throbbing in his backside.

"M-move…"

"Are you su-"

"Muévete, idiota!" That's all Spain needed to hear before he pulled out to the tip, then plunged back inside the tight heat of his little Italian. He set a slow pace, relishing over the feel of Romano clenching around his swollen length.

"Mmnn, Lovino, so tight…" He started to thrust faster, bringing Romano's legs up to hook over his shoulders. Romano gasped at the new position and how deep Spain got because of it.

"Ngh, T-Toni…più veloce…"

"Na-ah-ahh, in Español."

"God Damnit, Antonio, más rápido, más difícil, más profundo; Sólo me mierda ya!"

Spain stopped all movement. He never would have thought that Romano of all people would say anything along the lines of that.

But it sounded good.

He started to thrust into Romano with great speed, making him arch his back as his prostate was abused over and over again. The sound of their skin slapping against each other was loud in the room, but not as loud as Romano's moans.

"Oh Dios, Toni! M-more!"

Spain smirked and pulled out, flipping Romano over until he was on his knees and wasted no time re-penetrate him. Romano cried out as Spain roughly grabbed his hips and snapped his forward. His eyes widened and his stomach twisted as he felt himself take in all of Spain to the very hilt.

"Remember what I said, Lovi," he leaned down over Romano, biting the shoulder under him, "gritar mi nombre."

Romano gripped the sheets until his knuckles were white. Hearing those words spoken right into his ear while feeling Spain moving in and out of his body so lovingly, yet so animalistic, made Romano cry out in pleasure.

"A-Antonio~!" He could feel himself nearing the edge. His hips moved back in time with Spain's thrusts, pushing him as deep as he possibly could. Romano never wanted this to end, but as Spain started to move even faster than before, he knew that it would soon, so he decided to go all out.

"Oh, Dios, Antonio! S-so good! I-I'm g-gonna-!"

"Mmnn, Lovino, me too. T-together…" Spain reached around and stroked Romano's leaking member. All of the pleasure was becoming too much for Romano and he came soon after, Spain's name on his lips. Feeling Romano clench around him, Spain thrusted a few more times before emptying himself inside of his Italian and stilled his movements. He pulled out after a few minutes and collapsed beside Romano, pulling him to his chest lazily.

"Lovi…"

"Hmm…?"

"Gracias por el mejor regalo de cumpleaños que nunca." He kissed the top of Romano's head, "Te amo, Romano."

"Tch, you're damn right it was the best present ever…" Romano blushed heavily and buried his face into Spain's chest, "A-and…Anch'io ti voglio bene…"

Spain smiled and hugged Romano tightly, burying his face into the sweaty mop of hair. Just yesterday he thought that Romano hated him, and now…now he just admitted he loved him! And he had finally received the present he had always wished for: to be able to hold Romano as his own…and not get smacked.

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Miss Stealer: Wow do I feel bad. I held this off for like…a week. TAT I'm sorry *glares at Gabrielle* Yes it's finished! Happy now? School has been hell and had kept me away from this fanfic, but hopefully I'll be able to do some more stuff on the side and get it up here. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Keep calm and Lemon on!