A/N THIS IS ONE OF TWO SPAMANO ONES! 'Cause Micro and I (Epic) both wanted to do one and I didn't want to have to kill for Spamano, so we decided to do two. PLEASE DON'T COMPARE THEM THOUGH! That would not be cools.

"Who's-" Japan started. He was interrupted by an excited Spaniard, running at the speed of light. A high pitched noise trailed after him. It sounded like a scream at first, but if you listened closely you could make out that it was "Loviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiii~!"

The Lovi in question- whose proper name was actually Italy Romano -was currently heading as fast as he fucking could towards one of the windows. It was apparent that it was his intent to jump out, unleash a parachute, whip on a pair of dark sunglasses and say "See you, mother fuckers!" like the badass mofo he was.

Instead he was expertly American Football tackled around the waist and would have been slammed face-first into the floor if not for some quick maneuvering on the part of the crazy Spaniard who had tackled him in the first place.

In other words, it was completely normal and nobody but Japan and Hungary even looked up when they heard Romano's scream of "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME YOU TOMATO BASTARD!" and even they only looked up because the sight of those two idiots laying all over each other turned them on more than they could say.

Japan politely cleared his throat after he realized he'd been staring and turned to look at the nations gathered around, arguing with each other, as usual. "Now, before Spain interrupted me I was going to ask who wanted to be next for the pocky game-"

"We do!" yelled Spain from the floor, where he was trying half-heartedly to untangle himself from Romano, who was kicking and flailing his arms wildly. "We want to go next, right, Lovi?"

"I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOU, BASTARD!" yelled Romano, face red as a tomato- which was also not unusual, where Spain was concerned.

"Of course you do, Lovinito! You love me!"

Romano turned, if possible, even redder. "I d-do not!"

"You do, and that's why you'll play the pocky game with me!" Spain finally managed to get free of Romano and stand up, pulling Romano to his feet as well. "Now come on, what flavor do you want? Ooh, look, they have a tomato sauce flavor!" Romano's interest peaked despite himself.

"O-okay, fine, you fucking bastard... I'll do it with you, but... but I'm going to fucking win! Yeah, that's what I'll do!" Romano's eyes lit up triumphantly as he decided on this. Spain hid a secret smile behind his hand.

"Okay, Lovinito! Then let's play!" Spain grabbed one of the tomato sauce pocky and shoved one end into Romano's mouth, then reached out to flirtily grab the other end between his teeth. Steam seemed to be coming off of Romano's face as he grew more and more embarrassed, and instantly the nations who loved sexual tension (Hungary, Japan, France, pretty much everyone else) turned to watch them with knowing smirks on their face.

France leaned over to Hungary. "I bet you fifty Euros that Spain wins and asks for a kiss."

"I bet you fifty that Romano wins and asks for a kiss." she retorted.

"I BET EVERYONE FIFTY BUCKS THAT I WIN BECAUSE I'M THE HERO!" America cried, tipping Canada off of his chair so that he could stand on it heroically. England, seeing his chance, savagely shoved the chair in Russia's direction. America flew through the air and landed in the Russian's lap. He look up, terrified, into Russia's evilly cute smile, then screamed as a whole new scarf appeared out of nowhere and wrapped them both in a tight cocoon.

Italy Veneziano didn't notice any of this, even though he was sitting right next to them. His eyes were fixed on his older brother as he and Spain slowly inched closer to each other.

"Germany, Germany, isn't this so great?" he asks, clapping excitedly.

Germany, looking haggard, answered a "nein" as he tried to stop his brother from attacking America for spilling Canada onto the floor.

"Well, I think it's great!" Italy said, the gayest of gay sparkles appearing in the air around him. "Roma and Big Brother Spain are so cute together!"

"Italy, I think your brother will kill Spain one of these days."

"Of course, but only out of love~!"

Germany just stared at his friend, wondering how he had put up with him for so long.

It took Spain and Romano almost a whole minute to get to the middle of the pocky, and by the time they did it sweat had beaded at their brows. What if the other won? What would they ask for? Romano didn't want to know, and Spain didn't even want to think about it.

Thirty seconds later their lips were close to touching.

Fifteen seconds later their lips were touching.

Fifteen seconds after that they were full-on making out, pocky stick forgotten. Hungary unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on her shirt and started fanning herself. Japan covered his smile with a hand. Even Greece was watching intently, though no one knew why.

Finally, after things were starting to get rather heated, England got to his feet (bow tie completely undone) and ahem-ed. Spain and Romano finally broke apart, Romano blushing bright red as he realized what he had just been doing.

"Romano, Spain, um, we don't exactly want to watch you-" England began.

"GO GET A ROOM!" America shouted from his perch on Russia's lap. He banged the table with his fist a couple times and laughed loudly as if he had just told the funniest joke in the world. Spain's eyes lit up.

"Great idea!" he said happily. He grabbed Romano and carried him, bridal-style, from the room. Romano shrieked as Spain began running down some random hallway, and then the room was silent.

After a couple moments, England let his head fall with a bang! onto the table. "America... you idiot... do you realize what you've just done?"

America smiled at him. "YEAH I KNOW! I've just told them to get a room!"

"America..." England looked up with a pained smile. "Do you know where we are?"

Hungary caught on first and burst into laughter.

America looked confusedly at England. "In the World Meeting room?"

"Of who's House?"

France began laughing too, followed by plenty of other nations.

"Um... I dunno." America said.

England through his hands up in the air. "YOU TOLD THEM TO GO HAVE SEX IN MY HOUSE, YOU WANKER!"

"Wanker!" Sealand repeated with a giggle. "Wanker, wanker, wanker~!"

America laughed. "Well, good for you, Iggy-cakes!"

"STOP CALLING ME IGGY-CAKES!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in England's house... Spain and Romano were in the kitchen, raiding England's pantry in an effort to make something edible.

"What about this?" Spain asked questioningly, holding up something that neither of them could name.

"Never," Romano said with a shudder.

A/N Epic here, still! XD I think I make these a bit pervy, don't I? X3 Anyways, review if ya liked it! XD