Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character used on this silly thing.

Whoops! I'm sorry for this taking so long, but I was kidnapped by the kink meme! Ooh, the things it made me write. D: *trauma* I fought back a bit though, and now it was gracious enough to grant me autonomy, so I can occasionally come back here and write my own stuff. I'm aiming for full independence, but we'll see what happens. :)

So! Where were we? Er... I think it's time Lovi molests some sleeping!Antonio, yeah. xD I'm terribly sorry if you find him ooc!!

It was late at night when Romano found himself standing outside his childhood home, staring at the door like it had done him personal wrong. Which it had in the past, but that was hundreds of years ago, and no one was petty enough to hold grudges for that long.

Romano kicked the obstacle anyway. "Serves you right."

Well then, he mused, cracking his fingers as he took out a hairpin from out of his pocket and knelt down to be on eye-level with the lock. He could have just used the spare key, he supposed, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember where Spain kept it. Probably in the fifth tomato on the right, third path after taking ten steps from the tree. Or something stupid like that.

"..." Romano put the hair pin back into his pocket after staring at the door for a while, then getting up and trying the handle. And his suspicions turned to be correct when the door opened, unlocked to begin with. Damn that Spaniard, wasn't he concerned that someone might walk in, like say, France, and molest him in his sleep or something like that?

Oh well. "I claim Spain for Italy," he muttered as he stepped inside, locking the door behind him.

He was quick to make his way into the man's bedroom, only getting lost in the way twice. Seriously, was the place build this huge just to keep the country safe from intruders in case he was too lazy to lock the front door? Not that it mattered right now, Romano blushed as he found the right door.

Never mind France, he was being the sexual predator here! Stupid little brother and his stupid little ideas. But he was here now, so he might as well go with the plan. It wasn't like Spain was ever going to know if Romano grew to regret this and left before Spain woke up, which would be somewhere around twelve o'clock next day. That left plenty of time for Romano to do whatever, feel bad and flee.

So he opened the door, never minding the creak it let when he pushed it open. Spain was exactly where he had expected him to be, sprawled all over his bed and snoring away, the moonlight pushing through the windows giving enough light for Romano to see details.

Briefly he wondered how the idiot had failed to close the curtains again and how hot the morning sun would be pouring in, but still, Romano thought a small thank God because there was no way he was going to go groping about in the dark. Strangely confident, he stripped down as he approached the bed, tossing his clothes here and there as he went, never much of a neat person. Not while in Spain's house, anyway.

Completely naked, he stood beside Spain's bed, fighting down the conscience that was constantly reminding him that Romano wouldn't want this to be done to him in his sleep. But whatever, Spain had been declaring his ever lasting love for quite some while now and had been practically begging for this to happen. Begging.

The bed dipped under his weight, when Romano climbed on it, eyes never leaving Spain's face. Carefully, as if it was necessary for Spain to remain asleep and not wake up on him, he leaned his other arm over the Spaniard's body, trapping him beneath Romano.

Never mind the morning sun, he was burning hot now and Romano could swear the beat of his heart was wild enough to make the ground shake. Or maybe it was just him shaking, sweat forming on his brow as his mind screamed over and over what he was about to do.

Spain took that moment to shift a bit in his sleep, tossing his head to the side and parting his lips. The sudden movement was enough to still Romano completely, his loud heart stopping to beat altogether as he froze in fright. Seconds ticked by, but nothing else happened.

Slowly Romano allowed himself to relax, letting out a long sigh, more annoyed that relieved.

"You goddamn bastard," he cursed, more in his element now with his brow furrowed and irritation filling him. Taking a hold of Spain chin, he turned the Spaniard's head to face him.

"Don't you dare to look away now," he told the other as if he could actually hear him. "This is important, dammit."

Without giving it anymore thought, Romano leaned down, pressing his lips against the other's before his mind could convince him how regretful this would make him. It was just a small, light peck really, and even if it made the blush on his cheeks deepen its color, Romano chose to ignore it for now.

He withdrew his head a bit further, guiding the hand on Spain's cheek to brush his dark hair that too much a mess to let Romano's fingers run through it freely. This wasn't so bad, he supposed, not with no one to judge him and calling him names (Tomato Antonio called him, like Lovino was a thing he could just gobble up... wait a minute.)

"Stupid," he muttered, a smile crawling on his face when he leaned down and went for another kiss. It was odd to be the one to initiate this, when usually it was Spain with all his clinging and passion that poured over him, and although Romano couldn't deny the kiss feeling nice with Spain's scent flooding his senses and the familiar closeness tingling his bare skin in not so familiar excitement, it just didn't feel right when the other remained unresponsive no matter how much Romano moved his lips against Spain's.

Spain began to have difficulties breathing through his nose, his inhaling getting more and more heavy the longer Romano kept occupying his mouth in other ways, and to Romano's dismay, it was Spain who broke the kiss by turning away. It surprised the Italian, and once again he took his time to stay still and make sure Spain hadn't woken up, trying to steady his own breathing as he did so.

Really, maybe he had gone a bit too far, having had the unconscious guy tell him when to stop before Romano too would have run out of air. With an embarrassed sigh, he fell on the bed with his full weight to lay beside Spain.

"I'm staying the night only because I'm too tired to go back home," he told Spain, receiving a snore in return.

"So you better not think anything of this when you wake up tomorrow." With that he wiggled himself underneath the covers, keeping a decent enough distance from his former boss. For a while Romano just settled on his side, staring at Spain and wondered how utterly calm he was feeling despite what he had just done.

Romano hesitated a bit, then leaning in to plant one last kiss on Spain's cheek, withdrawing quickly and turning so that his back was facing the other. "But I'll kill you if you continue to ignore me and act like nothing happened!"

Feeling a bit more satisfied that he felt ashamed, Romano fell asleep. Or tried to, at least.

To Be Continued...

So there. Uh, I kinda completely forgot what I had planned. So who do you wanna see next? Fruk, maybe? Spain waking up? Aah, I dunno.

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