Ah, I finally posted this! Kintoki-Con was great. I played rock-paper-scissors against Teruki, bought a Death Note, a giant Gloomy Bear, the Black Record, a little KAITO, and TONS of Hetalia stuff. All Spamano and UsUk! I MUST support my favorite couples. Unruly- I did see you there! I remember you! Me and this girl who I bonded with over Spamano with were gushing over how adawwable you looked! I didn't go Sunday, only Saturday. I also met a friend of one of our lovely readers. I don't think she liked me very much :/ Buut, what're you gonna do? If you went to the masquerade, you'll remember this from the Edward Elric skit, "In J-Pan, they must have long J-Panese names like 'Sa-Sus-Ke, and I-Chee-Goh, and Cloud." I loved that skit. Anyways, I feel like a rushed through the smut a little bit. I was trying SOOO hard to make it good! But I also REALLY wanted to post it today.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia!

I ran through the streets quickly, my high heels clacking against the cobble I reached the water and fell to my knees, the cold black water rushing up to me, getting the ends of my dress wet. I closed my eyes and heaved my guts out into the water.

"Lovi..." I heard Antonio whisper soothingly and squat next to me, "Why'd you do hashish with Gilbert?"

I shook my head and wiped my lips on my arm. My head was pounding and I looked over at Antonio. I leaned against him, pressing my forehead against his firm chest, "For fun. It...it just seemed like a good idea."

"Do you want to go back to the dance?"

I shook my head no, "Just let go of me so I can walk back to the inn, bastard." I tried to stand up, but Antonio had me in his iron grip. The faint music of the festival started to slow down to something quite... romantic. Antonio let go of me and I quickly stood up, smoothing out that short dress. The black ends stuck to my thighs, and it was covered in wet sand. I glanced down at the Spaniard, who was down on one knee, reaching for my hand. H-He... He wasn't doing 'th-that,' was he?

"Lovi... oh, my sweet, sweet Lovino." He said, sounding completely happy in his tone. I gulped. This bastard better not be someone who holds a grudge.

"I know how much you reject me all the time... And especially ever since you found Dante. But, that's not the point. No matter how many villages I pillage, how many treasures I steal, or how many people I kill, the one thing I want right now makes all those other things look pointless."

I blushed lightly. My head was pounding. My heart was racing. Was this how a girl felt when she was going to reject her lover's proposal? Antonio sounded pretty confident in his little speech.

"Lovino Vargas..."

No...

"May I have one last dance?"

"N-No, you bastard! Why in God's name would I ever want to marry-" I stopped mid-sentence, "You...You just wanted to dance?"

"Yes. Please, Lovi?" Antonio stood up, grabbing my hand with both of his hands, "It would make me so happy. I'll take you straight back to the inn afterwords, I promise."

"Fine," I sighed, pulling my hand out of his grasp and wrapping my arms around his neck, "But just so you know, I'm only doing this for my enjoyment! No way in Hell would I ever do something like this for you!"

"Ah, you've already done so much for me, Lovi." Antonio put his hands around my waist, slowly sliding them down.

Midway through our dance, I tripped on those fucking high heels I was wearing that sent me tumbling down onto the sand. Antonio fell down on top of me, his head on my chest. He lifted his head up and studied my blushing face. Slowly, the pirate moved upwards and gave me a rough kiss. His hands ran up my smooth thighs until he cupped my ass. I, of course, freaked out, pushing Antonio away. To me, sex was bad. Sex hurt. That's all I had ever learned from it. That's what Esteban had taught me.

"Lovino, why can't you just give me a chance to make love to you?"

"Y-You already had a chance!" I squeaked, scrambling away from him, "And you fucking hurt me!"

"Lovi-"

"No! Don't 'Lovi' me! I'm going back to the inn!" I stood up and started to walk off. But then I stopped. Wandering the streets of a Spanish port that was considered a pirate haven. At night. Alone. In a dress.

"Well? Are you going to the inn?" I could almost hear the smirk in Antonio's voice.

"T-Take me there."

"Of course."

.xXx.

The two of them walked back to the inn. Antonio kept trying to hold Lovino's hand, and the Italian just yelled at him and punched his shoulder. When they finally reached their room, the tension between them was thick.

"O-Oi, help me out of this stupid dress, Antonio."

The captain nodded and sat on the bed. Lovino followed, laying on his stomach. Antonio gulped and pulled the dress off. The only thing separating him from what he desired was a pair of underwear, "Lovi? Are these women's underwear?" Antonio could feel himself hardening just from the sight. Lovino in nothing but a lacy corset and small underwear.

"Shut up!" The Italian blushed heavily, pressing his face into the pillow, "Mama Femke threatened me! Just get the fucking corset off, you pervert. I can't breathe."

"I'll be sure to send my regards to the hookers." Antonio muttered under his breath. He didn't want that corset off. He did want that underwear off though, "Lovino?"

"What is it?" Lovino gave an irritated sigh. He just wanted that corset off so he could change his underwear, put a shirt on, and go to sleep! Was it that much to ask?

"Please. Just let me show you how much I care for you."

"No," Lovino growled. If Antonio did 'that' to him, he'd probably end up confessing somehow. And Lovino was content with his bottled up feelings.

"Come on, Lovi. If you don't like it, I promise I'll bring you back to Napoli and you'll never hear from me again." If Antonio could, he'd read Lovino's eyes right now. But the Italian's face was still shoved into the pillow.

Lovino stiffened. Never seeing Antonio again? The thought frightened him a bit, as much as he hated to admit it. But going back to his beloved Italy. Oh, the thought was heavenly, "Y-You've got a deal, bastard." Lovino flipped over onto his back, "But I swear to God, that if you hurt me I'll rip you a new one." The pirate nodded and pulled off his shirt, climbing on top of Lovino.

"You won't be disappointed, mi amor." Antonio whispered, giving the Italian a loving kiss. Lovino reluctantly kissed him back. The Spaniard's hands slid Lovino's panties down his olive-colored legs and Lovino kicked them off.

Antonio pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two. His nimble fingers worked at the corset, unlacing it as quickly as possible. When it was loosened, Lovino breathed in a well-deserved deep breath and started to slide the garment off of his body.

"No," Antonio stopped him and slid it back up, "Keep it on."

"Perverted bastard." Lovino grumbled. The scowl on his face seemed permanent, until Antonio fondled his semi-hard member. The angry expression was transformed into one of pleasure and lust. Lovino bit down on his knuckle, trying to surpass his shallow moans and whimpers.

"How does that feel, Lovi?" Antonio watched his facial expression with much amusement. The Italian's half lidded eyes were glazed over in a mixture of intoxication and lust. His cheeks were tinted the light pink color of a peach. The cute expression on Lovino's face made Antonio's pants tighten even more, and he pumped the boy's cock vigorously.

"A-Ahn, A...Tonio," Lovino gasped, arching his back ever so slightly. Pre-cum seeping from his erection already. Antonio's hand slipped away from the Italian's length with a whine of protest from Lovino. The pirate's hand was replaced with his mouth and the protests were replaced with moans of pleasure.

"T-Tonio," Lovino moaned, tossing his head to the side. His teeth scraped against his knuckle as he tried to quiet himself. If anyone, with the exception of the fellow pirates, happened to hear them or walk into the room, the two would surely be hung for sodomy. It's not like they could get away. Antonio's grand ship wasn't in port yet, and it'd be too hard to round up his crew.

Antonio closed his eyes and bobbed his head. He hummed, the vibration sending Lovino over the edge. The boy screamed in pleasure as he came. Antonio swallowed every last drop.

"Turn over." Antonio commanded. Lovino obeyed and flipped over onto his stomach. Antonio spread the Italian's legs and pressed one finger against the boy's entrance. Lovino hissed in pain and squeezed a pillow tightly, "It'll feel good soon, mi princesa," Antonio whispered and added another finger, "You just need to stretch out a bit." The Spaniard moved his fingers in a scissoring motion. Lovino's painful moans subsided, and were turned into begging whimpers. Antonio had found his sweet spot

"Nngh! T-Toni!" Lovino moaned loudly, his hands squeezing the pillow. He felt himself harden again and all the Italian wanted was for Antonio to hit that spot again. Antonio found amusement in teasing the boy writhing in pleasure beneath him. His fingers would brush up against his prostate for a brief moment, and then he'd slowly pull away. It drove Lovino wild, "Q-Quit fucking- ahn! D-Don't tease... me!"

"How does it feel, Lovi?" Antonio smiled, planting small kisses on Lovino's back, "Does it feel good?"

"O-Oh, God yes..." Lovino whimpered, pressing back on Antonio's fingers to try and get him to rub his prostate again. But, the Spaniard took them out, and Lovino started pouting.

"Don't make that face." Antonio chuckled and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and turned Lovino over onto his back, "I'll make you never want to leave my side again, hermosa Lovi." The Spaniard held onto the boy's thighs and spread them, slowly thrusting into Lovino.

Lovino's eyes rolled back in pleasure. The Spaniard lifted his knees over his shoulders as he slowly thrusted into him. Antonio let go of his legs and put his hands on the Italian's shoulders. He leaned in and gave the boy a rough kiss, and Lovino was happy to comply.

As the heat pooling between Antonio thighs became stronger, so did his thrusts. The boy beneath him was reaching his climax, it was obvious just by his expression. Antonio held onto Lovino's thighs tightly as he came. The boy felt Antonio's hot seed fill his insides. The sensation of it sent him over the edge for the second time that night, and Lovino came on his stomach and Antonio's chest.

Antonio collapsed onto Lovino, drowning the boy in sweet kisses and words. He pulled the blanket around their waists and nuzzled Lovino's neck, "No words can describe, Lovi."

You guys needa tell me what you want for the short story! I NEED TO KNOW! The poll isn't working, so just PM me your choice, or put it in a review or something! Also, someone told me that the link to Lovino's dress doesn't work, If you want that, PM me as well!