warnings: implied sex between Romano and Spain

disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters.......even though I want Ro-England!

Romano: RA-did she just say England?
me: *huggles England*
England: T_T oh, bloody hell. shouldn't you be returning to your story?
me:........STORY, COMMENCE!....oh, your so moe!
England: what the hell does 'moe' mean????????

CURL FLIP~ left

When there was moaning and other sexual noises, combined with a repeating banging, I hung up. My brain had just turned to mush. "That Potato is fucking my brother's brains out," I muttered. Spain chuckled.

"Let's follow their example," He purred, running one of his hands down my chest. I shivered.

"Okay…"

"I got you another book!" Italy sung. I muttered something, hiding "Perche Ti Amo?"(1) from his sight. Italy thrust a book into my arms.

"Oh, God…" I read the title again. "'Sotto la luce della Luna'?" I demanded.

"Under the moonlight," Germany translated, surprising me. I nodded.

"Based on a true story," Spain commented. Italy agreed.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked.

"A young Italian commoner falls for a Spaniard prince. I mean, obviously some things are changed a bit, but most of it is intact," Italy explained.

This was beginning to sound suspicious. I opened it to a random page. My own name, Lovino, caught my eye first, and in the same sentence was Spain's name, Antonio. I read the sentence. 'Antonio ravished Lovino, earning small pleasured sounds from the younger man.'

The author needed to be shot. It was the first thought that came to my mind. I turned to the cover of the book and read the author's name. Feliciano Vargas. "Tell me, younger brother…have you ever been shot?" I asked darkly.

Italy laughed nervously. "N-no…" He replied. Spain took my hand in his before I could show Italy what it was like.

"Now now, my little Southern angel-" Spain started. I 'hmph'ed, turning my head away. "Aw, don't be that way, mi tomate(2)!" Spain smiled.

"No, jackass," I replied. I don't know what I was saying 'no' to, but I stuck by my decision. Spain sighed, kissing me gently before going into the kitchen.

And, to my brother and the Potato's surprise, the action did not follow with a curse, a shout, or even a slap. It only caused a blush and a small smile to grace my features.

"What?" I snarled at the Potato. Just because I let him date my brother, did not mean I was going to become his best friend or whatever. I still hated his guts, though maybe a little less. He made my brother the happiest he's ever been. I guess I'll give him credit for that.

"Lovi~!" Spain called. I turned to see him standing in the doorway. "Lunch!" He added.

"Coming, Tonio!" I replied. Spain smiled at my affectionate nickname; he loved it when I called him 'Tonio'. I wouldn't admit that I felt the same way when he called me 'Lovi.' At least, not in daylight. Heheh.

1 : (Italian) T_T why do I love you? the book I'm always making Romano read for some...odd...reason. But Italy gave it too him so he doesn't want to admit he reads it.
2 : (Spanish) my tomato

ooh, Roma-chan, you're so sexual! lol
Romano: did you just call me that stupido nickname of yours???
me: ...............
Nina: WAHHH!!!!! Romano, it's France! Save me!
Romano: CHE COSA??????? *runs away*
me: Thanks for the save, Nina!
Nina: It wasn't a save; he's actually coming!
me: CHE COSA?????? *sprays Frenchman-B-Gone in his face*

By the way, che cosa is one of my favorite Italian phrases. it means 'what' or 'what did you say'