I know last chapter I said that this would only be two parts, but things didn't work out that way.

There will only be three parts to this story, and I promise that. Sorry about the inconvenience.

When sweet Roma shifted against Spain, those thoughts of tea stained Brits weren't enough to banish the dirty feelings crawling under his skin and the warm tingles pricking at his spine. Oh, how he wanted to shower the man with kisses and hugs, never letting him go as he made up for all of their lost time due to the pestering of his boss, but he also wanted Romano to want him too...

His cute little tomato shivered, clutching tighter to the body under him. "Cold..." he mumbled, trying to catch one of the corners of the blanket, only to find that his arms were too short. Spain chuckled at the pouting man spread across his chest and reached out, catching the edge of the blanket and rolling, taking Romano with him until they were surrounded by the nice warm duvet and the plethora of soft pillows. A smile wormed its way onto the Spaniard's lips after noticing once more that his weight was pressing into Romano's body, rather than the fiery Italian on top but the smaller male didn't seem to mind for once. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Spain's shoulders and buried his head into his neck, breathing in his scent with an open mouth.

So cute.

"I love you, Lovino." Spain cooed, returning the small gesture of affection to his lover. Romano mumbled something back, tightening his soft hold on the larger nation and washing his sweet breath over the flesh of Spain's neck. Ah, so, so cute he was when he was clingy and Spain sighed, allowing his weight to comfortably press against Romano's as they warmed each other in their cocoon of pillows and skin. It wouldn't be long before his little charge would fall asleep, but Spain didn't mind. He actually enjoyed these moments more than their passionate love making anyway; these rare moments when his sweet Roma wouldn't let him go, almost as if he was afraid that the Iberian nation would disappear if he did.

But he still wanted to kiss him.

"Lovi~" he hummed into the man's ear, delighted in the shudder he was given in response. Romano shifted, bringing his face so his nose was touching Spain's. "Can I kiss you?"

He scrunched his nose, furrowing his brows in quiet contemplation before sighing and allowing his lids to droop over his eyes. "Whatever, bastard." Spain didn't need to be told twice, and within the last second that Romano's breath lingered on his lips, his pressed his upon that plump, cherry coloured skin, relishing the taste and feel of his precious love. Quick fingers unbuttoned Romano's shirt, and instantly indulged themselves with the feel of silky flesh. "Bastar-mmmm, I said kiss..."

Romano drew him closer, shifting his legs so they would be more comfortable and sighing into the movement of lips on his, grasping with soft fingers to the curls sprouting from Spain's scalp. The brunet smiled into the kiss, moving to press one against Romano's cheek and then down to his ear lobe, tenderly nipping at it before peppering his neck with butterfly kisses. Relaxing, Romano gazed at the man lathering love onto his body and caressed his sides with gentle fingers, humming in pleasure whenever Spain found a sensitive patch of skin.

So perfect. So beautiful, and Spain loved every single inch of the gorgeous man allowing him to be so affectionate. It was honestly tearing him apart as he tried to control himself; he just missed the feel of Romano's skin so damn much over the past few weeks and this may be the only time they would see each other for another month. Romano... he knew this too, with all of the problems his current boss was getting into.

Hot skin melted under Spain's tender fingers as they brushed across a war scarred back, earning a fleeting moan from his lover with each fleeting caress of his digits down his sensitive spine. "Spain~" Romano gasped with his lips against tanned flesh, laying his own kisses down the Spaniard's neck, who frowned at the name his love decided to use. No. He wanted his human name to be called out as he pleasured the man beneath him.

So, with a few smacking kisses that trailed down the taut skin of his shoulder, Spain sunk his teeth into his clavicle, humming in delight as Romano writhed in his unwavering hold. He sucked at the spot, nipping at it and swirling his tongue against the reddening flesh, determined to leave a mark that would last for a week. Romano moaned again in the midst of scolding the Spaniard, inadvertently lifting his hips and brushing against the elder man's in retaliation. If only he knew how mad he was driving the Spaniard with all of those sounds escaping his lips, he almost felt bad as his mouth popped off of his shoulder and attacked those cherry lips, ravishing and claiming them as his own.

And as much as he wanted to drag this further, he kept it as a passionate kiss. Nothing more, that is unless Romano wanted to make it more, meaning... oh... oh, his sweet Roma would take the initiative after growing frustrated with Spain's teasing kisses and strokes, meaning... Mmmnnnn... he would be able to see that other precious side of Romano that only came out for him. So strong and demanding... Ooh, it sent pleasing chills down Spain's flesh just thinking about the pleasurable roughness Romano would use doing those nights, easily scraping the bed against the floor and wall alike as he drug Spain's back across the bed with every rock of their bodies, all while painting ecstasy on the Spaniard's skin with every feverous touch and kiss. So gentle the Italian was with his lover's body as he ravished it, knocking all sense out of the elder's head with each-

"Bastard!" With a sharp crack, Romano's hand popped Spain on the back of the head and lightly pushed him back... glaring at him with something behind his eyes that Spain couldn't properly name at that moment, but oh, how utterly handsome his love was once his fingers returned to the Spaniard's shoulders.

"What is it, mi amor~?" He cooed to his beloved South Italy, lightly giggling when he felt sweltering digits scratch down his back until they came to rest at the small dip at the bottom of his spine. A devilish grin parted Romano's mouth, matching the way his lids fell to half-mast over his eyes.

He leaned forward, nipping at Spain's lower lip and lightly tugging it with his teeth while his lower body lifted, brushing lazy circles on his hips with his own. A low, guttural purr vibrated in Romano's throat, shooting crawling shivers across Spain's flesh as those rumblings morphed into tantalizing words that rolled off of his tongue. "Who said that you could get hard?"

Oh... he was, wasn't he? How he didn't notice, he would never know but when the Italian's fingers buried themselves under the hem of his pants, probing and caressing his butt as he ran his tongue along the Spaniard's lip, it only grew more aroused, begging to be released from its confinements. "How could I not, with you so, so sexy?"

"Hmmnnn... Sexy you say?" Romano hummed into Spain's mouth before stealing a kiss, smiling in pleasure at the hitch in his lover's breath. "You better mean fucking irresistible." With a small rock of his weight, Romano pushed Spain back so they were sitting upright, completely free of the blanket, with the Italian neatly perched in his lap and straddling his waist. In the back of his mind, Spain registered the thuds of what seemed to be a heavy weight outside the door, but it immediately melted into a puddle once his sweet Romano ground his hips into the Spaniard's, grinning with wolf eyes as that delicious tongue out and swept over his kiss swollen lips.

He was lost for words, slightly wondering what suddenly made his Roma so... well, horny. Yet, as Romano's hands clamped down harder on Spain's ass, a squeak leapt from his mouth and quickly morphed into a soft groan, harmonizing to the soft rolls he made into those delicious fingers. The doe eyed brunet sighed a groan under his breath, gazing at Spain with a look that screamed I want you. Such confidence...so amazing.

He certainly lived up to his country's reputation of the world's best lovers.

Romano leaned down; gently pecking burning kisses down Spain's throat, taking the time to caress every inch of skin with his lips before he reached the tie around his lover's neck. "Hmmm, Boss~" Humming into the edge of Spain's dress shirt and with careful teeth, he pulled at the offending strip of black cloth, grinning at how easily it slid from its hold and tumbled to the space between them. "Shirt. Off." He growled, latching his tomato flavoured lips on the flesh of the Spaniard' neck once more as he rolled his gorgeous hips against his lover's in a lazy synchronization of snaps and gentle rocks.

Oh, how enticing Roma was this evening. It drove Spain to the farthest inch of his veil of control, even blocking out the faint jiggling of a door knob reaching his ears. He was much too focused on the brilliant Italian leaving love bites all over his neck and shoulders, and that sweet skin melting under his fingertips. Spain trailed his hands up Romano's back, smiling into the side of his little Italian's head as his breath hitched and drug out into a soft moan, followed by a gentle nibble on the lobe of the Spaniard's ear.

The lights flickered overhead, apparently distracting Romano as his head snapped up to the ceiling and his ministrations paused momentarily. That wasn't acceptable, not after how aroused his precious tomanito made him. There was another spark in the lights and Romano leaned back, sliding his hands up to Spain's shoulders as his lips slightly parted into a frown. "The power isn't going to go out, is it?" he grumbled, completely ignoring the soft whine forming in Spain's throat and the pathetic wiggling of his entire body, trying so hard to gain his attention once more. He didn't want his sweet lover to lose the mood for the second time that day.

Then... an idea popped into his head. "It wouldn't be that bad, would it?" Spain pulled Romano back into his chest, tenderly pressing a kiss on the side of his head. "If it does, we could open the curtains and wipe off the window." Fingers gingerly rubbed at the Italian's shoulders, circling up until they encased his cheeks and were tangled in cinnamon locks. "We could make love under the smile of the moon..." He rubbed their noses together, smiling at the sweet grin forming on Romano's lips. "And then, when we cuddle afterwards, we can stare at the ocean of glistening snow. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You're such a sap." A chaste kiss was made between the two, followed by another and then even more. Romano slipped his hands down Spain's back as palms rubbed the blunt curves of the junction between his waist and ribs, warming his skin with pleasant tingles that shot down his spine. Grinning into their kisses growing sloppier by the second, Spain hooked his fingers on the front of his lover's shirt, trailing up to the collar before they attempted to tug the garment down his shoulders. Such beautiful, tanned flesh was presented to him by the time the cloth was latched around the inside of Romano's elbows, forcing the man to lower his arms in order to prevent his button-down from tearing.

A humorous giggle bubbled up Spain's throat when fingers brushed against the hem of his pants, calmly unbuttoning them with an unwavering strength that seemed to radiate from Romano this evening. Those same fingers, so blunt yet beautifully willowy, dipped down past the zipper once it was forced open. Spain's breath hitched, and it was eagerly swallowed by the Italian torturing his body with his loving touches as his hand cupped the warmth pooling in his groin. His sweet Tomanito was so fervent today, wasn't he? Spain didn't even have the chance to fully undress the top of his love before Romano was already in his pants, and it only brewed more and more exhilaration in his blood at the thought of that once sweet boy dominating him. But a feisty Romano squirming under his weight was a nice thought as well; he always absolutely loved when his darling Italian would take control even when he was the one being dragged up and down the mattress.

Romano tenderly curled his fingers around Spain's crotch, gently squeezing the already hard organ trapped under a layer of black cloth and he hummed into Spain's mouth, mingling his breath with the moan that escaped the man tied around his finger. It was amusing, really, how little effort Romano had to use to drown the Spaniard in pleasure. A simple flick of that cherry tongue against an earlobe usually was all it took for tingles of bliss scuttling across his spine, since his flesh would often be assaulted by loving bites and harsh kisses only moments later.

"Ahmm~ Lovi~" Spain huffed between smacking wet kisses with his man, momentarily giving up on de-clothing him in favour of clutching to Romano's sides as he shamelessly bucked his hips into the same unhurried tempo of the Italian's tormenting strokes on his manhood. Not that it wasn't affecting his sweet tomate. Oh, no. If it was possible, Romano's eyes hazed over with even more lust, watching every tiny detail once Spain began to use his hand to pleasure himself. A quiet growl formed in the back of the Italian's mouth, spilling over like watered air onto the Iberian's tongue before it swirled down his throat, collecting in the base of his spine as a pulsating heat. "So good, mi amor~"

Romano tightened his grip a tiny bit, enjoying the low growling moan that Spain produced as those emerald eyes hazed over with something that could only be called animalistic. A smirk grew along the Italian's lips, forcing the same to form on the Spaniards. They knew what would come next. "Do you like that? When I touch you?"

"I think he does, comrade~"

Wait... wait, that the hell? The nations simultaneously froze, the arousal rushed out of their bodies by a cold surge at the sound of the childish voice to their right. Romano practically leaped off of the Spaniard, cursing up a storm as he rolled off of the bed and tried to hide himself under it, scurrying from the Russian giggling at the base of the mattress. "What are you doing here, Russia?" Spain groaned, unsure if he wanted to pull Romano back up on the bed to continue or to throttle the gigantic man for interrupting the two. Choices, oh the choices and a good beating seemed to be what his fists wanted to lean towards.

Russia merely smiled, innocently tilting his head to the side like some kind of demented puppy. "I wanted to see Mr. Romano~ We've become such good friends that I wanted to...'hang out', as the young ones say."

Really... really! Did he not see that the two were busy and how did he know that the Italian was in this room anyway? He was supposed to be in Austria's room and Spain was sure that he didn't tell anyone that he was changing rooms. That, and just about everyone knew how afraid Romano was of the Russian, despite how much they've been chatting lately. Irritation broiled in Spain's heart, matching the unusual frown creeping onto his face and the nails digging into his palm. "I think you should leave."

Russia placed a single finger to his lips, acting as if he was thinking like a small child. "Hmmm~ I think not, comrade." A smile stretched across his face, "I came to talk to Mr. Romano, and I will do just that."

As much as he wanted to bludgeon the Russian in the head with the lamp on the table, he also wanted to have as much time as possible with his precious Romano, meaning... he would have to be nice. "Fine." Spain rolled off the bed, crouching down to peer under the frame. There Romano was with his head tucked between his arms his ears were burning a bright red. Oh... the poor man had to be embarrassed beyond a doubt, probably nearly in tears as well. He was so sensitive about being caught in uncomfortable situations, especially by another nation. "Lovi." Spain gently cooed, lowering his body so he was only supported by his elbows. He reached out to the man, slightly amused about how Romano could even fit under the bed, and brushed his fingers down his arm. Roma moved, trying to shift away from Spain. "Lovi, please come out." His words were softly spoken in Italian, trying to comfort the man as much as possible. Romano mumbled something in return, his voice muffled in his sleeves. Spain chuckled, wedging himself as far as he could under the bed as well.

"Go away." Romano grumbled in the same language once Spain cupped his cheek in his hand, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Ah, at least he wasn't crying but his cheeks were still inflamed a nasty red, matching the pitiful frown etched into his lips. He buried his head back into his arms. "This is so embarrassing."

"Lovi, the faster you come out, the sooner he'll leave. Please... I want to have more time with you." Spain whispered, trying to get Roma to look at him once more. "Alone." After a short sniff, Romano finally agreed to Spain's request and crawled out from under the bed. Russia was already sitting in a chair, eagerly waiting for Romano's fullest attention with his hands neatly folded in his lap.

The Italian scowled at him, plopping down on the bed. He kept his arms folded, even as Spain slipped in beside him, placing a hand on his thigh. Loving caresses were etched into his skin by blunt fingers, hopefully calming the man speaking to the Russian. Spain tuned them out, focusing on Romano's reactions more than anything else; he was nervous, that was a given... and a little more than irritated too, but Spain could only agree with him. Yet Russia failed to see Romano's patience levels drop with every minute that they chatted, draining Spain's attention and patients away more and more. Why couldn't he just leave? With a huff, Spain flopped back on the plethora of pillows scattered on the bed, slipping his fingers up the hem of Romano's shirt and grazing his back with his nails. This was just taking far too long for the Spaniard's liking, and he couldn't help but to allow his lids to slip over his eyes, eventually throwing him into the world of dreams as the two beside him continued his conversation.