Sicily sat at her mirror, humming as she brushed her long brown hair, apart from the single curl that hung to the side of her face. Her brilliantly hazel colored eyes stared back at her in the mirror. She was wearing a cute knee length dress, red like tomatoes.

Her brother Romano was already at the party. She hoped that he was with Victoria. She knew that he loved her.

She couldn't possibly be with the one she loved though. Even if she was always around him, her brother would never let her. For another thing, her brother absolutely hated him.

Yes, she was in love with the beautifully passionate idiot Spain. He always could make her laugh, he was so cute. She couldn't see how Romano could hate him.

She had arrived at China's house, the party in full swing. It had evolved from a normal Chinese New Years party into a Western Alcoholic party. She could see France talking to Kenya, sipping French wine. On the couch opposite them, Spain and Prussia were talking.. Spain was laughing.

Sicily smiled, gazing at the smile on his perfect lips, then realized what she was doing. She wasn't going to win him over by staring at him from a far. Suddenly, someone appeared behind her.

"Don't-a you dare do anything-a with that-a bastard." Romano warned, sounding half defeated. She glanced back at him.

"You're going to stop me?" She asked, seeing Victoria in his arms. She smiled a little.

"No I'm-a not." She smirked, then she walked over to the sterio and set a song that she knew would grab Antonio's attention with on the list. She then walked over to the Spainiard.

"Spain, I set a song on the list to play next. I'm sure you love it. Do you want to dance it with me?" She asked. He looked up at her, away from Prussia.

"Of course! I love dancing!" He stood up right before the song ended. The two of them seperated, one going to one end of the clearing dance floor and the other to the opposite end.

The minute the Spanish guitar began, Sicily jumped into the air, spinning so that her dress twirled and hit the floor, her heels clicking. Spain on the other end, walked forward through many fast turns and waves of his arms. It looked like he had an imaginary muleta [1] in his hands.

As soon as the words of the song started, he took her hands and quickly pulled her to him, twisting his hips with the rhythm of the song. She twisted as seductivly and attractivly as possible.

She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.

I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall.

She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.

She's got a new addiction for every day and night.

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.

She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain

like a bullet to your brain. Come On!

Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca

Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!

Livin la vida loca, Come on!

She's livin la vida loca.

They swung to the chorus, swinging out, recoiling into his arms, then swinging out again. All this while barely moving her feet. On the second line, they leaned to the sides looking at each other, switching sides on every word.

Sicily was doing her best to keep up with the fast song. She twisted, switching her toes so her red dress twirled. Spain pulled her to him again and as they twisted he whispered something into her ear. She smiled.

She spun away from him and waited until Spain gave her the nod. Then she took a running start and leapt into Spain's arms who swung her to each side and then between his legs before setting her back up normal.

She smiled as the song ended. She was out of breath. She hadn't danced like that in forever. After Spain walked her off the floor, he whispered to her:

"You like me, don't you?"

She was caught off guard by this question, but reluctantly nodded. He smiled.

"I could tell by the way you were dancing. You had put so much passion into it, I figured that was why." She blushed a little bit and kissed his cheek before walking off to get something to drink.

The minute the door closed, the brunette quickly pushed the Spainiard to the wall, her lips glued to his neck. She searched his neck for his soft spot which happened to be the spot in between his neck and his collar bone. He moaned softly, just loud enough for Sicily to hear. This caused her to press and suck harder on the spot.

Spain's hand gripped her waist, lightly fingering her back.

"Te amo, mi amada Ciclamen..[2]" He moaned airily. T-te amo?

Taking his chance, Spain spun her around so that she was against the wall and he pinned her lips with his. The country walked his hands over her sides and down to her hips all the while kissing her passionately.

His breath tasted like tomatoes...

After a little bit, something cold ran across Sicily's lips. She opened her lips greatfully and Antonio's tongue darted in past her lips. He explored everywere that he could reach, rubbing his tongue against her own, leaking moans from her throat.

Once he had finished that, he moved down to her neck. He kissed up and down her neck trying to find her spot until her came to the area of her neck right below her ear. He kissed the spot softly at first, but then steadly kissed it harder and harder until he was sucking on it. Sicily was struggling to keep quiet. Spain then decided to reach up and grab her curl.

Sicily's eyes shot open, then slowly closed again as she moaned loudly, her face covered with a blush. She wriggled under Spain, accidently bucking her hips into his. Spain simply grabbed her hips with one hand and kept them there.

"S-Spain!" She moaned, simply shaking at his touch on her curl. Two spots, her curl and her soft spot. She was in heaven.

Until...

"Spain-a you bastard! What have-a you done to-a my little sister?" Romano screamed angrily, throwing open the door to catch Sicily, blushing and shaking, her hips on Spain's and his lips on her neck.

Spain peeled himself off of her just in time to dodge a flying tomato thrown by Romano.

"Stop it-a Romano! I kissed-a him first!" Sicily declared, grabbing Spain's hand and tugging him out of the closet.

"Look! She's got a hickey!" America said, gagging on laughter. Then came Prussia.

"Kesesesese! Spain has got one too! What the Hell did you guys do in there?" Sicily ignored them, pulling Spain with her out of the room and down the hall. She pushed open one of the guest rooms and quickly resumed what had gone unfinished.

[1] A muleta is the mantador's cape.

[2] I love you my Cyclamen. Cyclamen is the national flower of Italy.