"I was lonely...", the Belgian blurted out. Antonio blinked in disbelief. She had many friends, unlike him, that came to visit often. Why would she be so lonely, he pondered. "Everyone has their special someone... Austria has Hungary, England has France, Germany has Italy, and the list goes on..." Belgium let out a heavy, slow sigh and went to step back but Antonio stopped her by gripping her arms frimly, in mid slide. He held them to his hips. Spain wasn't allowing her to escape. Not now. With every minute he saw her in need, he saw and opertunity to get closer.
"Continue, mi Bella..." His tone was serious but still remained soft. Belgium was in disbelief herself and he could see her swallow hard. Her eyes were wide with shock. "I.. I.. I don't know... Everyone has someone or so it seems, I haven't been on a date in over four years. I've tried dating sites, they only make me upset with all the disappointments. I've tried dating other nations, but we just fall out as friends. I'm tired..."
Before the Belgian could continue, Spain somehow had lowered his head with out her realizing it, since they never stopped gazing into each other's eyes. His hot, dry lips were pressed against hers, her heart skipped a beat as her body grew ridged. Antonio wrapped his, own toned, strong arms around her and pulled her closer.
His body now pressed against hers, she caved after a brief second, fighting with her emotions. Spain's searing tongue danced effortlessly across her lips, begging for entry. Belgium did as her eyes drifted shut, her hands slowly traveling up and across his shoulders and snaking around his neck.
She tasted sweet, like chocolate, and her perfume smelled like vanilla. He explored the cavern of her mouth and then deepened the kiss. A primal nerve stirred. Antonio's hands started roaming across her back, feeling every muscle, and every inch of fabric. This was better then a dream he thought. His senses aroused as Bel flickered her tongue, mimicking his actions.
A deep low growl emitted from him as a soft gentle moan, escaped her. Both in intoxicated in each other's embrace. Both in need and want for each other. She never dreamed it would be him but a part of her was glade it was him. After all this time, she grew to recognize him growing softer and gentler. His kindness showed through his people.
He had become the Spain she always wanted him to be. Her fingers traced the back of his neck, causing him to grow even more excited. The man's hands drifted down, he slowly began to raise her shirt to feel the tantalizing flesh underneath. Bel arched her back slightly. The light caresses of the rough pads of his fingers, forced the woman to do so.
