I had no idea what the hell was going on. The next thing I knew Spain was kissing me. Damn it, he had promised to let me up after I said all those embarrassing things. For a while I tried to push him off. And then, I didn't want to. His kiss was so sweet that I couldn't resist anymore. I closed my eyes and drew in closer even though he smelled of a lot of alcohol. Why did I enjoy this so much?

I felt Spain move, and I expected him to let me up, but that wasn't the case. Spain's body began to morph. His once firm, toned chest became soft and supple. His clothes became bigger on him. He didn't feel as heavy. I opened my eyes to find that my hands were handling two lumps coming from his red silky shirt. I knew what these were, and Spain shouldn't have had them. He didn't have them a few seconds ago.

"Uh…surprise! I'm a girl!" came a sweet voice from his lips or I should say her. This Spain was obviously not the man I thought he was. I quickly removed my hands from her chest. She surprisingly looked very familiar. She didn't look really like Spain the man, but I knew I had seen that face before.

I took out my prized picture. The sexy girl in the picture looked like the girl that was now on top of me. I showed her the picture.

"This…was you?"

"Yeah, I guess. That picture was taken a long time ago."

"How did you…how is this…?" I should have known the answer to this question.

"You remember that horrible little fairy that cursed your sister and turned her into a boy? Yeah, well, that happened to me first. England had sunk my ship using that deceitful fairy and she took my treasured tomatoes. I had to keep giving her the best of the harvest every year so I wouldn't make my boss angry. You found it and gave one of her tomatoes to your sister. So, it's really England's fault that this all happened. I'll get my revenge on him one day."

"You're saying that the girl in this picture has been you the whole time? You made me look like a complete idiot!" She couldn't stop my resistance now. My body was stronger than hers. I flipped her over, so it was the reverse situation. I had her pinned to the ground. I didn't need to hold back anymore.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this? I dreamed about that girl from the moment I first saw her in your photo album. I wanted to be a person that could be with a girl like that. I always felt conflicted because I had feelings for you as well. But you're the same person, so I really didn't have to be confused at all. I've loved you this whole time, and you didn't even tell me. You won't get away with this so easily."

He brought his face closer and closer to me. Was he going to kiss me? I could feel the heat radiating from my face. He brought his lips close to my ears.

"Do you remember what you said to me all those years ago?" he whispered. His voice was tickling me.

"You told me that if I acted more like you, the cute girls would fall for me. If I learned Spanish in order to win over the girl in the picture."

"Would you let me up? This is getting embarrassing." I didn't know how much more I could take. Everyone in the bar was staring at us.

"No. I'm bigger than you, so that makes me the boss. You have to do what I want," he teased. The girl me was slightly shorter than he was.

"I've forgotten most of the Spanish I learned in your house, but I do remember one thing. Something I've held on to so I could use it on the girl on the picture."

He brought his face in front of mine again. The strange feeling I saw in his eyes before, I now recognized as love, untainted and unstoppable.

"Bésame mala chica."

He brought his lips to mine. It felt like my heart exploded. Romano tried to give me more room, but I wouldn't let him. I followed his lips wherever he went. He had told me to kiss him, so I did.

"I can't take any more of this," he almost growled. I interrupted him with my kisses. I wasn't pinned anymore, but that didn't matter. I wasn't going anywhere. He suddenly stood up and reached down for me. In one motion he threw me over his shoulder. With me in tow, he left the bar and started running.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I didn't really care as long as with Romano, but it was still nice to know.

"We're almost there. You should know it."

He opened a door. The inside of the place looked very familiar. Like it was something I saw everyday, but in a different light. The whole place seemed brighter even though there were no lights on. Romano threw me on my bed.

Romano crawled on top of me. He unbuttoned my silky red shirt, exposing my breasts to the moonlight. He slid down my already louse pants.

"Just…had to…make sure…I knew…exactly what…I was getting myself into," he said as he kissed his way up to my lips.

I didn't have as much patience as him. I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to me, and then I ripped off his shirt, snapping off a few buttons in the process.

"You don't have to be that violent. Poor shirt. You could have just asked," Romano said as he undid the belt on his pants.

"All's fair in love and war; expect a few casualties."

We both succumbed to each other's adoration. Both entranced in the love newly uncovered. I felt freer than I had ever felt in my life. I didn't have the riches I had once before that had given me the false hope of such. Romano's warmth was the sunshine on my face. His breath on my skin was the salty sea air in my hair. His kisses that revealed a passion I could never fully comprehend tasted of tomatoes.