Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Antonio's or Lovino's ass.

A/n: Isn't it ironic that even though this fic is called 'This Dance', nobody has actually danced yet? Hmm…

A/n2: Updating again next week…~

This Dance: Feli's Great Interruption Skills, GO!

Lovino:

After I had heard Feliciano (who else do you know who says 've~' all the time) coming home, I immediately shot up from the couch and accidentally head butted Antonio off of me.

Which was satisfying, but also a bit unnecessary.

'O-ouch, Lovino! That hurt!' Antonio whined, drowsy because of the sudden change in atmosphere, and rubbed his head.

Of course I hit him for being a fucking loud (sexy) bastard. 'Would you shut it! I…'

The words died in my throat when I finally noticed (and felt, for fuck's sake) his hands were still in my pants. And seemed very eager to stay there, too. For a moment, I was too bewildered to do anything about it (I mean, it didn't feel that bad or anything…), but when I came to senses again - at last - I practically screamed. And shook the bastard like a rattle.

'C-CHIGII! G-get your hands off my ass and leave it alone, you fucking perv! W-what will Feliciano say when he walks in!'

'Don't mind me? Please continue?' Antonio grinned, but quickly removed his hands after receiving a dark glare from me, his poor, helpless victim. 'Cause that was what I was.

But I couldn't help but notice the sudden disappointed look on his face. He probably didn't want it to end like this. Well, I didn't like things had ended, either. Maybe I was even more pissed off about it than he was.

'Lovino?~ Big brother?' Feliciano again.

I gritted my teeth. No, not 'maybe'. I certainly was more pissed off.

'I'm HERE, you idiot!' I shouted back, way more aggressive than I thought it would be, '…ugh, that stupid, worthless fucker…'

Antonio was silent, if only for a few seconds. Suddenly, he gently took my face in his hands and turned it towards him. 'Ah, I suppose I owe you a kiss, Lovi!~ Ahaha…' He winked at me and caressed my lips with his thumbs.

I blushed like hell. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I hate you, Feliciano.

Just a few minutes later, me and Antonio were still sitting on the couch – but now with my wailing brother between us. Crying his fucking eyes out of his stupid pasta-head.

Feliciano had pressed his face into Antonio's shoulder and sobbed like a baby, once again making me wonder if he really was my brother. Antonio didn't mind the way 'Feli' was looking for attention (stupid, dense bastard) and patted his back soothingly.

'Ah, cheer up, Feli! Germany probably had his reasons to send you back home, right? Don't you think so?'

'Oh yes, he really had! He has one of those meeting-thingies tomorrow! Early in the morning! Very early in the morning! But I don't see why he couldn't let me stay! It's not fair, big brother Spain! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!' Feliciano's shoulders shook heavily, almost with some kind of rhythm. It annoyed the hell out of me.

I rolled my eyes and leant on one of my elbows. 'Idiot. Just ditch that potato-bastard and get a fucking life!'

'B-buuuut…' Feliciano pouted, '…I looooooove him! I love him and want to be with him and do all kinds of things with hiiiiiim!'

Antonio smiled. 'That's very nice, Feli!'

I stared at him. What the hell? That's nice? My little brother is a fucking pervert who bangs potatoes and this bastard thinks that's nice? Weird creep! I bet he's one of those bastards who like to play sex-games and stuff! Well, not with me! Fuck no!

'Ah, you look so lovely with chocolate all over your body, Lovi…Ahahahaha… Let… me… clean… you… up…~'

I blushed. Well, fuck me. That was some fantasy. I guess was a damn pervert myself, too.

I blame television.

Meanwhile, Antonio was still doing his best to comfort Feliciano, ruffling his hair and stroking his back in ways that made me feel really jealous and angry at my brother, already glaring and scowling at him, because that's what I do when I'm feeling jealous and angry.

'I'm sure Germany loves you too, Feli,' the bastard told Feliciano, '…but sometimes, even when you really love being with somebody, you have to do… something else! Because it's way more important than being with your lover!'

Antonio grinned blissfully, completely missing the downright devastated look on Feliciano's face. God, he was looking like he was going to fucking implode now.

'You should be proud of yourself, you know? Right now, you're making a sacrifice for the one you love,' Antonio continued, '…and everybody does that, one way or another. You're doing that by giving Germany a quiet night with lots of sleep and no sex whatsoever…' (Feliciano whimpered at that) '…and… someone else I happen to know, does that by accompanying his former boss to this great ball.'

Was he talking about me? I blinked my eyes and quickly looked away from the happy smile that tomato-bastard beamed at me. Fucking asshole…

Well, the rest of the evening was pretty much ruined.

We watched some crappy movie (yes, the same crappy shit movie) which happened to be a comical crappy shit movie. And Antonio and Feliciano liked it. They were laughing their fucking miniature brains out while I was bored out of my skull and tried my best not to fall asleep and/or daydream about how soft and pleasant Antonio's skin felt against mine.

Not that I felt much of his skin against mine right now, because of Fucking Feliciano. Damn that idiot, I couldn't even accidentally brush my hand against Antonio's when my brother was sitting between us! Fuck…

…n-not that I wanted to touch Antonio. No, I didn't. I… I was just curious. Yes, that's it, I was curious.

When the movie had (finally) come to an end and I looked next to me, I saw Feliciano had fallen asleep. Antonio seemed to think about something, since he was gazing at an invisible point in the distance without blinking his eyes for at least a couple of seconds. I noticed the frown wrinkling his forehead and almost started to snort with laughter – Antonio and frowning? Fucking unrealistic.

'Trying to think, huh?' I said, '…be careful not to hurt yourself, bastard.'

Antonio woke up from his weird frenzy-like gaze and looked my way, immediately smiling one of the most perfect smiles that would ever exist on this planet when his eyes met mine. My heart skipped a beat and my cheeks were burning as if somebody set them on fire, once again.

Damn it, that son of a bitch didn't even have to try anymore to win from my rants, a goddamn smile of his was enough to turn my stomach upside down and make my nose bleed!

'Lovi?~' he asked, suddenly.

'W-what!'

I growled and folded my arms. Antonio hesitated, but then pointed to Feliciano, who was sleeping in the couch, all stretched and happily snoring and drooling like a moron. I swear I could hear him utter a quiet 'Ve~' every now and then.

'Um… I was wondering… what are you going to do with Feli here?' The Spanish bastard poked Feliciano's arm.

'Nothing.' I shrugged. '…just leave him on the couch. That way he'll be faster at potato-bastard's place tomorrow, 'cause that's the first thing he'll want to be when he wakes up. Annoying bastard.'

'Ahahaha… you really sound like a big brother, Lovi! So cute!~'

'Shut the fuck up. And where are you planning to spend the night, hm?'

'Here!~' Antonio smiled even more, '…I thought I could stay over at your and Feli's place! I figured it would be very cozy that way!'

I groaned. 'Yeah, I bet you'd like that, you pervert.'

'So… can I?' He stared at me, eyes full of hope and stupidity.

'Y-you can stay at our guest room,' I muttered, maybe stuttering a bit, '…y-you stay the hell out of my or Feliciano's room, you hear!'

Antonio chuckled and raised from the couch. 'Ah, of course I'll sleep at the guest room! But only if you promise me to come with me to my House tomorrow. I've got a new dance room, you see? We'll be able to practice some dance moves! What do you say?'

'Y-yeah, fine with me…' I grumbled, covering my younger brother with a blanket (alright, I just threw one in his face) before I followed Antonio out of the living room and shut off the lights.

And I didn't feel a sexual tension at all. Nope, I sure didn't feel it.

Really.