While I rather have the next chapter of Whiskers out, I'm having problems forming how they would react to the whole 'Spain is a cat' thing. As such, that chapter will most likely be postponed and the first chapter to a new fic may be posted tomorrow, since I do not have classes. It was written in a notebook well before Sound Life ended, and all I have to do is to type it up.

And there isn't much of a plot in here. I didn't want there to be.

Enjoy~

Spain was jerked awake in the middle of his dream about tomatoes, yet his vision remained dark even when he opened his eyes. He sat up, yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. "How long was I out?"

"Hour." came Romano's voice to his side just as a housecoat was thrown onto his chest.

"Why is it so dark?" He slipped the garment over his arms, noticing how cold it suddenly was and how the heater lacked the humming noise it had before. Slippers where shoved on his naked feet.

Romano sighed, taking Spain's hand and pulling him off the bed. "Power went out five minutes ago." The Spaniard was led to the door and pushed out of it. A click soon followed as the door shut behind them. "We have to go to the meeting room until it comes back on."

"Really? Do we have to?" Spain groaned as he was lead to the end of the hallway by the Italian latched to his arm.

"Yes...we do."

"But Roma~ can't we just stay in our room and cuddle?" Spain tried to bargain with his Italian lover, only to be met with a disappointed sigh and another tug to his arm.

"If you want to get our asses chewed out."

Well it wasn't that bad, they could always lock the door, which apparently Spain forgot to do once Romano moved into his room with a bundle of pillows in his arms, but then again... there was a human with a key to every room in the hotel, so that plan wouldn't work. Spain chose to remain silent afterwards, interlacing his hand with Romano's as they made their way down the corridor and eventually another. It was pitch black, making Spain slightly wonder how Romano could easily navigate the maze.

Yet, once they met the doors that he could recognise through the darkness, his hand was snatched away from Romano's. The entryway was pried open, spewing out the dull light from within. Lanterns sat between circles of the remaining nations, some choosing to look up at the two entering the room while others were asleep, bobbing their heads as they leaned against the wall or on another nation. Russia waved at Romano, still grinning that child-like smile he was known for, but the Italian ignored him after nodding to show acknowledgement of his greeting, turning to walk over to the lantern his brother was seated by.

Germany looked up at the disgruntled Italian, blinking before turning his attention back to the slumbering Italy on his shoulder. Romano only sneered at the two of them, forcing Spain to sit next to the blond. "Any idea when the lights are going to be back on?" Spain asked as Romano took his seat next to the Spaniard, scooting over as close to him as he could.

"No idea. Could be minutes or hours." He replied, ignoring the grumbles coming from the elder Italian.

Ah, but that was always normal for the two, so it didn't bother Spain much. He was already happy from the fact that Roma would sit so close to him in the presence of their fellow nations, even more so when he felt his hand entangled with another, and his heart could only flutter at the sight of the light blush on his love's cheeks. How he wished he was still alone with Romano.

But alas, even an hour later, he was still stuck in that room.

Thirty minutes prior, Romano had huddled against the Spaniard to keep warm, grumbling under his breath as his body lightly shuddered under the cooling air of the room, and now, his head was resting upon Spain's shoulder. He was trying so hard to stay awake, so damn hard, but the Italian's body was betraying him, falling closer and closer to the realm of dreams. Not like it would matter; Spain would gladly carry the man back to their room once the lights turned on.

Looking around the room, Spain lightly chuckled to himself. So many nations had already fallen asleep and only one or two remained awake. Even Germany had dozed off with his head brushing against Italy's. Ah, it had to be late... so very late.

Romano suddenly jumped up off of the Spaniard's shoulder, digging into his pocket to rid himself of whatever was buzzing. Oh.. it was his phone. As curious as Spain was, he kept to himself, waiting to see if his precious Roma would tell him who was texting him at this late of an hour. The Italian frowned as the message opened up and he quickly read it before turning off his phone. "What is it, love?" Spain whispered, wrapping his arm around Romano's waist, pulling the lovely man closer to him.

"Nothing." He grumbled back before resting his head on Spain's shoulder once more.

Oh... but it couldn't be nothing, not with the pitiful frown that creased his lips. Yet, Spain decided to let it be, pressing a kiss to Romano's scalp before rubbing his cheek against it.

Two hours later, the lights finally turned back on, and Romano leapt away from the Spaniard once he was sure that people could see him. While it slightly saddened Spain, he made no fuss, choosing to go along with his love's choices as they made their way back.

Romano groaned as they finally returned to their room, obviously just as exhausted as Spain was, and it only became more apparent as the Italian plopped down on the floor beside the bed, rather than on it. What an unfortunate day for the both of them. All they wanted to do was to have some quiet time alone... but it seemed that everything wanted to get into their way. And now, Spain doubted either of them had the energy to be intimate. Yet, it wasn't a complete loss. It didn't end with the passion that they would've liked, but they did spend the entire day together; holding hands, sharing small kisses, cuddling (if they counted being huddled together as they waited for the power), and enjoyed simply being together.

He smiled down at his love as he slid the slippers off of his feet. "The floor can't be too comfortable, mi cariño."

"Shut up, Spain..." Romano growled back, allowing his head to roll back and rest against one of the bedside tables as his eyes fluttered shut. He sighed, cracking them open again to watch the Spaniard tug off the housecoat off of his body. "My boss was the one who texted me." His voice remained low, sad even compared to the hidden gleeful ring that it held earlier.

"Is that so?" Spain replied as he absentmindedly scratched at his stomach.

Romano let out a deep exhale, motioning with his hands for Spain to sit down in front of him. He did as the other man asked, gently smiling as Romano gazed back at him before reaching forward, grabbing Spain by the waist and pulling him into his lap. Arms wrapped around Spain's middle and their owner's head came to rest upon his shoulder. He grumbled, lightly caressing Spain's back through his shirt. "I have to leave early in the morning. The bastard wants to meet with me and Vene."

"Will you be gone before I wake up?"

"Most likely."

Well that was a shame. "I've missed waking up with you beside me." Kisses were pressed atop cinnamon tresses, only being accented by how tenderly Spain circled his arms around his lover and inhaled the scent of the younger nation. Romano leaned back a tad, frowning at the tender smile stretched across Spain's despite the obvious gleam of depression in his grassy eyes.

Romano grumbled through a sigh. "He'll probably put us under house arrest too."

A light-hearted chuckle vibrated from the Spaniard and he leaned down, gently pecking his love on the lips. "I figured he would do that." Romano's frown deepened, matching how his grip tightened against Spain's middle and his eyes drifted towards the floor.

"It will be a month." His voice remained low, heart-broken even. That...was indeed a long time, drawing out how long it had already been since they were able to spend such time together, even if it hadn't gone the way that Spain would've preferred... and in all honesty, he believed that Romano felt the same.

"My sweet Lovino." It was nothing but a cooed whisper that made Romano's attention flutter back up to him, those gorgeous emerald eyes catching the moonlight like honey encased in glass. "It isn't like it used to be. We always have a way to talk to each other. Video chat, phone... they ways are endless now."

"But it's not the same as being beside you." So soft his words were, and so rare for them to be. It nearly broke Spain's heart.

"Maybe so." He continued, pressing another kiss against those shell-pink lips. "But I'd rather be able to talk to you through a speaker than to go without hearing your voice every day." A smile finally broke across Romano's face.

"You're such a fucking sap, you idiot."

A light chuckle rumbled in the Spaniard's throat as he gave the man yet another peck. "Only for you, mi amor." Romano huffed a quiet laugh of his own, sliding his arms so they were resting upon Spain's shoulders. He pulled the man down, delicately pressing their mouths together into a kiss that began as a confirmation of his love...slowly transforming into a beautiful symphony of breaths and gasps before the sharp smacks of lips accompanied the subtle choir of cloth rustling against tanned skin. Words of the heart were shared between each refrain, meeting the slight chill ghosting over their bared skin. Adoration and tenderness skipped from fleshy lips to every brush of dark fingers through tangled tresses of silky hair, earning breathless pants from both nations, tumbling from their mouths like sweet nothings.

It was their song. Nobody else would ever know each note like they did, nor know the tempo radiating from their love like the strong thumps of their hearts.

Such kind, thoughtful amber gazed up at Spain as he furrowed his brows in a mix of concentration and slight pain, slowly lowering himself down on Romano's length as he kept both knees firmly pressed on either side of the Italian's waist and one hand against the corner of the bedside table that Romano was still leaning against. Delicately masculine hands supported the Spaniard by his hips, gently caressing his sides with attentive touches and whispered words, complimenting the sweet kisses he peppered on Spain's cheeks. He smiled; Roma was just too considerate for his own good when it came to his love, especially with how well he prepared the man, using nearly the entire small bottle of lube he kept in his travel bag on top of the condom he refused to not wear, claiming that he didn't want Spain to get sick or something like that.

So very thoughtful, his precious tomato was.

And when his member was fully sheathed into Spain's warmth, he didn't dare to move, calmly waiting for the Iberian to become accustomed to his girth. A kiss as soothing as vanilla was pressed against Spain's wind chapped lips. "It doesn't hurt too much, does it?" Romano asked with a voice dripping with so much love that Spain could swear that his heart skipped a beat.

"It's just... a little uncomfortable." He smiled down at the man he hovered over, watching as Romano's brows slightly furrowed and his hands trailed up his chest, running his fingers through the soft curls perched on the Spaniard's torso. They made his way up and around his shoulders.

His lovely tomate never ceased to surprise him whenever he chose to be dominant during sex. Every time, there would be something extra about the Italian he would notice he always did as he worshiped his body as Spain did his; a fleeting touch to the face to wipe off any sweat that may collect in the Spaniard's eyes before they could sting them, that loving gaze that never left the curly haired brunet accompanied by equally loving caresses on the sorest parts of his shoulders, arms or back, and sometimes even his thighs. All of it...every single drop of that considerate nature many others had no idea Romano had buried under a mask of insecurities and anger, it was reserved only for Spain.

They remained still for a few minutes, simply gazing at the other gorgeous man and sharing tender kisses before Spain was the first to move. Slowly, he rolled his hips down and then back against Romano's thighs in an odd sweeping motion, thoroughly enjoying how the Italian's breath hitched in his throat, accompanied by his hands returning to the Spaniard's waist once again. They pulled on him, encouraging him to move faster while providing him with the support he probably didn't need; with the younger nation's knees bent, that would suffice as the supported anyway. Whispers were lathered sun-drenched skin, met by breathless assurances and leisured kisses, matching the tender movements of Spain's grinding rolls of his hips.

Romano shifted under his love, widening the gap between his legs and bowing his knees as Spain remained at the constant speed he set, despite how haggard his breaths became with each move. It was breathtaking how the silvers of moonlight were splayed across Romano's face, glistening in his eyes like fragments of ice drifting in the clearest water one could find as it paled his skin to a heavenly glow. Spain could only wish Romano could see the beautiful man that he was. Soon enough, the Italian's hips gingerly snapped up, matching the pace his lover and continued their dance, grunting whenever Spain came down particularly hard on Romano before pulling back and doing it once more. He couldn't help but smile at the absolutely pleasured expression across the brunet's face, grinding down rougher to draw more of those delectable grunts and laboured breaths from Romano.

Their eyes never left their love's, even when Romano reached up to wipe away the sweat collecting on the ends of Spain's curls, grinning as the Iberian gasped out a chuckle. His hand finally broke its grasp on the bedside table, slipping down to cup the Italian's cheek and pull him up for a chaste kiss on the lips. "You're too kind...Lovino."

A faint red brushed across his cheeks, although the light of the moon made it barely noticeable against such tanned skin. "Shut up, idiot." He breathed out, "D-Don't want you complaining." Spain's other hand joined the first around Romano's face, holding his head still as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against the Italian's, earning a grumble in response. "Stop it..."

Spain kissed his little Italian, forcing those grumbles to morph into childish giggles. "Why? You're so beautiful. I can't help it."

"And you're nothing but a sappy old man." Romano pushed his weight forward, latching his arms around the Spaniard and gently laying his back on the floor, adjusting his legs so they would both be comfortable. "Sappy and old." The whisper sent shivers down Spain's muscles, even more than Romano tenderly pulling out so only the head was still inside of the Iberian, before thrusting back in with the same unhurried pace Spain was using before... over and over... steadily growing faster with each gasp that left the brunet. "Ngn.. 'tonio... fuckin-ahmm." Romano's voice became louder as well, his grunts lengthening out to bellowing moans that were swallowed by Spain every time their tongues tangled together.

Their fingers intertwined, with Romano's pads firmly on the ground, trapping Spain's hands beneath his own on either side of the larger male's head. His thrusts strengthened, rocking their bodies together hard enough to make Spain's legs lazily clinch around his waist, trying to pull him as close as he possibly could without placing too much strain on his love.

Fuzzy pleasure gathered at the base of his spine, accompanying the heat broiling in his stomach, only swelling as Romano's mouth left his, trailing across his cheek and down his neck, lathering kisses and bites alike on his shoulders. It was almost too much; those scalding lips teasingly grazing before allowing a tongue to swish across his skin, making shallow smacks every time he left the flesh. Spain let out a stretched out moan once Romano nipped at his ear, giving a few hard thrusts that left slapping noises in the air before he slowed down to a gentle, deep rocking motion. He smiled, knowing that it drove Spain crazy when he teased him.

But the brunet had a plan... one that would always work, no matter how confident his precious Romano thought he was this particular night.

Anchoring his ankles together, Spain gathered all of his strength into his core and threw himself up, forcing Romano to latch his arms around his torso as they were brought up to more of a sitting position. A wicked grin stretched upon his lips at the frown that Romano produced. "Bastard." He muttered out before allowing his hands to slip down to Spain's ass, spreading his cheeks and lifting the heavier man up before tugging him back down on his member.

Oh, how amazing it felt. Such wonderful tingles shot up his spine with every powerful thrust his precious Roma made, littering the air with beautiful slaps of skin on skin, the Italian's gasps, Spain's groans and a squelching noise deep within the Spaniard. He still found it a bit odd, since he normally didn't hear it over the two's moans and the bed deafeningly scraping against the floor, even more so when some of the abundance of lube began to leak out, dripping off of his thighs and smearing onto Romano's skin. The Italian bit at his bottom lip, clinching his fingers harder into Spain's cheeks. So he wanted to play, hmm?

Spain ground his hips into Romano's thrusts, earning a moan and harsher abuse to his lips and mouth, and he even began to taste a coppery substance that was anything but foreign to him on such nights. Yet, it didn't surprise him when Romano licked the small wound he made in a request for forgiveness.

Sweet, sweet friction made his arousal throb and drip with precum, flicking off of its head and onto Romano's stomach with every thrust that he drilled into his lover. Husky breath rumbled in the Italian's throat, just as raspy and gruff as Spain's once Romano abandoned his lips in favour of sucking taut shoulders and neck bared so carelessly to him. Marks were surely left along his skin, each bigger and angrier than the last and in places for the world to see. Too bad for the Italian, Spain didn't mind showing off the hickies Romano left on his neck, hell, he'd proudly point out who made them and how.

Romano's grip on Spain eventually loosened as his movements became even rougher, bucking up into Spain with enough force to make the sweat laden curls bounce with glee and his cheek to slide up and down the side of the Italian's head. He held his harsh grip on the shoulders of the smaller man, using them as prop to help bounce his weight on Romano's dick, moaning louder once his length brushed against a certain spot that always would make Spain melt into a puddle of whimpers. Romano seemed to notice this and angled his thrusts in an attempt to hit his prostate.

Apparently, he couldn't find it from his current position and as a generous apology, his hand slipped between the two, curling around and tugging at Spain's engorged arousal. A jolt of pleasure erupted at the base of his spine from the touch, growing larger and more unstable with each stroke of his hand that tightened just a bit and slickened from the liquid dripping from the tip. Romano swirled his thumb around the head between each pump, ginning into Spain's shoulder as the man began to thrust into his hand. Romano matched his lover's movements, pulling back when his fingers rested at Spain's hilt and plunging back in when his head rested in his palm. Ooh, it was almost too much with the delectable sensation of Roma filling him and tugging on his dick at the same time.

Unrestrained moans fluttered from Spain's lips, nearly unable to tell where all of his pleasure was radiating from. His toes curled against the floor in utmost ecstasy, matching how he tightened the grip of his legs around Romano, eventually looping his arms around his shoulders. Roma grunted into his ear as he lost much of his rhythm, thrusting in and out as fast as he possibly could. Then, electricity exploded throughout Spain's body, pure ecstasy tingling everywhere once the Italian finally found that spot and a loud, nearly whimpering moan that he would probably be teased about later erupted from his mouth. With every thrust, he managed to abuse his prostate and send euphoria shooting through Spain's blood. So good, oh it was just so damn good; he never wanted it to end but with the enormous heat bubbling at the base of his spine and the delicious moans that breached the tiny barrier that Romano attempted to set up, oh, it was just too much. Neither of the two would last long.

His tomate was just too perfect, especially now that he was comfortable enough to be too terribly worried of hurting Spain. So many years it took to get him like he was, and ironically, the first time Romano 'topped' him, they were in the same position as they started that night, since he was so worried that he would push into Spain too quickly. He really was nothing but a kind soul thrown into a world that wouldn't appreciate him as he deserved.

"Lovi-ah, oh Lovi, Lovi~" His name fell like a mantra on Spain's lips, over and over with each becoming slightly higher than the last. Romano only replied with his grunting moans, halting his handjob to wrap both of his arms tightly around Spain, pulling him close and mashing the Iberian's dick between their stomachs. Spain, on the other hand, didn't know where he wanted his hands to be. They constantly wandered down Romano's back and then up to tangle in his hair before they enclosed around him, only to find themselves down his spine once more. The friction was just so damn delicious along with the beautiful sounds reaching his ears in puffs of hot breath, easily spilling down his shoulders like honey.

His darling Roma was close, if the moaning whimpers were anything to go by, growing louder and louder over the gasps also escaping his lips. And then...with one hard thrust, Romano gasped, holding his breath as he rode out his orgasm, clinging so tightly to his love that it actually hurt. Oh...but Spain was still hungry for more, with his need throbbing painfully between their stomachs, begging for release. It was a shame; he wanted to come at the same time as Roma, but not all was lost. He knew ways to extend their time making love, and now was the perfect opportunity to use his techniques.

He gently lowered Romano onto the floor, smiling down at the breathless man with the half-lidded eyes staring up at him. "W-What are you..." he began to speak, but a single finger over his lips quieted him before slipping down his lightly haired chest and down to his stomach.

"I'm not done yet, mi cielo." Spain hummed, bending over to smack wet kisses on the Italian's neck and then over his heart. A hand ran through the sweaty curls on his head, its pinkie sliding over the shell of his ear as it made its way down to the nape of his neck. "Let me love you now." Spain curled his fingers around his arousal, giving it slow tugs in order to keep it hard while he lavished Romano with smooches, licks, nibbles and more kisses, feeling nails lazily drag across his scalp with affection. Oh, his sweetheart had to be exhausted after such a long day, and it became only more apparent as Spain momentarily paused with his loving touches to gaze into Romano's eyes.

Lids were already drooping over those magnificent amber irises lazily staring back at him. He smiled, cupping that flushed cheek before laying a small kiss on swollen lips. "I won't be mad if you fall asleep, my love." Spain whispered to Romano before kissing him again.

The Italian huffed, dragging himself up far enough so he could gently nibble on the bridge of Spain's nose; ah, as strange as the action was, he knew that it was Roma's favourite way of showing affection despite how rarely he actually did it. It tickled, if anything, and always brought a giant grin to the Spaniard's lips. Maybe that was the reason he did it. "I'm not going to pass out like some pansy." He growled, tenderly nipping Spain's nose again. Oh, but if he did fall into a slumber while the Iberian was pleasuring him, it wouldn't be the first time.

"Ah, yes, yes love." He smiled, rising up so his body was erect on top of Romano's. The Italian didn't bother to move, indicating just how tired he really was. Normally, he'd be raising all kinds of hell about Spain moving far enough away so he couldn't kiss or touch his face, but now he simply remained laying on the floor, staring up at Spain as he gingerly rubbed at the larger male's knees and thighs. So, with a smile set across his lips, Spain began to move.

Romano managed to stay awake until it was over, eagerly kissing the Spaniard every time he bent down and even after his seed coated the Italian's stomach. But, after he was cleaned up and gently picked up to be lowered onto the mattress, he was out like an overgrown kitten.

He was just too cute.

Morning wasn't kind to the Spaniard. He was sore all over, everywhere from his shoulders to his hips, and even his left foot. His eyes ached as they pried themselves open and his throat also felt dry. Well... at least Romano was still in his arms, clinging to him for both warmth and the affection his body craved as it slept, snuggling closer to his love as if it sensed that he was awake and didn't want him to go. Ah~ his Roma was just so cute. But as much as he wanted to keep cuddling to his precious sweetheart, he needed to get up so he could meet with his boss. So, with a quick peek over Romano's shoulder, Spain saw that it was nearly four; He needed to leave by five. He gently nudged Romano, trying to wake him up, only for his hand to be swatted away and for a nose to bury deeper into his chest. Spain chuckled.

Things would never change.

~End~