A/N: You guys are making me feel so old and I'm only 19 :O. Tytydown: the story's title is based off the 'sexy' Bow Chicka Wow Wow song xD Although, I do know what you're referring to. Back yonder I used to watch Phineas and Ferb too.

Anyways yeah, the title will make perfect sense by the end of this chapter. Thanks for your support! It was really fun to write this! I hope to see you guys at some of my other stories :)

~This chapter is rated M for 'Spontaneous Meowing'~

Okay, this was it. I was finally going to confess my love for Spain. I had spent the last two hours cleaning and cooking. Shocking, I know. But tonight was special, so I didn't mind all that much. It had taken a lot of restraint on my part not to snap a photo of Spain's frozen form. The only thing that prevented me from doing so was the possibility of me getting too close and unfreezing him prematurely. I wanted everything to be perfect before I set him free from his derp-like trance.

During this time, I had also cleaned myself up. I had a guest bedroom at Spain's house, which thankfully had a wardrobe filled with clothes of my size. I was now wearing a burgundy blouse, which was tucked under a crisp pair of grey dress pants. I had also given my hair a good comb through, parting it to the side so that Spain would have a full view of my hazel eyes. While grooming my face, I had found that the stubble on my lower jawline grew at an unprecedentedly fast rate. This must have been one of the side effects that England had mentioned earlier. Oh well, I couldn't be bothered to fret over a minor setback like that.

I strode into the living room, swallowing heavily. I balled my hands into tight fists. There was no backing out now. I had planned this night out to a tee. I had worked my ass off to get where I am now, damn it! Centuries of hidden feelings rose from my chest, giving me the final push that I needed to confront my one true love in life.

I cleared my throat, raising my arm to place a delicate hand onto Spain's shoulder. A pulse of light lit up across the sunny nation's chest, spreading all over his body until it finally settled at the tips of my own fingers. Spain blinked in disorientation, his brows furrowing.

"Oi!" I scolded in my typical gruff voice. "Spain! You there? Why the fuck are you drooling?!"

Spain shook his head, absently wiping off the drool accumulating at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. When his blank green eyes settled onto me, his entire face lit up with a shit-eating grin, causing me to flush slightly in embarrassment.

"Roma!" he squealed. "Mi tomatito! What are you doing here?!"

It wasn't long before he had pulled me into a rib-crushing hug. "Ack! Stupid bastard!" I wheezed. "You…invited me over for dinner…remember?"

Spain nuzzled his face into my shoulder. Keh, still clingy as ever I see. "Did I?" he asked.

I pounded a retaliatory fist against Spain's shoulder blade. "Let go of me, you moron! I can't breathe! And yes, you did! Are you that old that you forget about things now?"

Spain chuckled, pulling away from the hug. He still kept his hands placed on my shoulders, however.

"Lo siento!" he apologized, beaming down at my now disgruntled expression. "I've just felt so weird lately!" Spain paused to look past my shoulders, spotting the dining room table which was now filled with all of his favourite food dishes.

"Wow! I must have been really busy today!" he gushed.

I shook my head in disbelief. "So busy that you forgot all about it," I remarked with a thick amount of sarcasm.

"Aw~! Is my little Lovi upset?" Spain simpered, and patronizingly so.

I tsked under my breath. "Fuck no!" I huffed. "Besides, there's something that I've been meaning to tell you for a while now…" I trailed off, removing Spain's hands from my shoulders, much to his evident disappointment.

Spain's disappointment switched to confusion when I grabbed his right hand, raising it to my lips. "Bello," I murmured.

"R-Roma?" Spain stammered, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously. "What are you d-doing?"

I brought Spain's hand to my chest, stepping closer towards him as I used my other hand to tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear. "You're blushing," I mused, grabbing the collar of Spain's shirt to bring him down to eye level.

"Eheh?" Spain chuckled nervously.

"Idiota, how dense can you be?! Haven't you realized it by now?" I growled, harshly butting my forehead against his own. I looked Spain dead in the eye. "Ti amo."

Spain's eyes widened in shock. "Uh…"

I harshly pulled away from Spain, already feeling tears stinging at my eyes.

Time pushed on at an agonizingly slow pace. What was only a minute felt like hours. "Say something, damn it!"

Spain gulped. "I…didn't think that you would ever say that to me…"

SLAP!

Spain's head jolted to the right. I panted, still holding up my hand in the air. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! I just confessed my love for you, and that's all you have to say?!"

Spain clutched at his sore cheek, while I turned around to leave. "Chigi! This was such a waste of time!"

"No! It's not like that!" Spain grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me closer. He was much stronger than me. I fought to free myself from his grip, but in the end, I found my face smushed up against his chest.

Spain laughed, genuinely sounding happy as he raked his fingers through my hair. "Oh, Roma! I'm so happy right now! I feel the same way too!"

I froze. "Y-you do?"

"Of course! I was just too afraid to tell you!"

I straightened my posture, tilting my chin to look up at Spain. "Are you brain dead or something?"

"Que?" Spain gave me a puzzled look.

"EVERYONE BUT YOUR DUMBASS SELF KNEW ABOUT MY FEELINGS FOR YOU! WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I DROP MY PAPERS SO OFTEN AT WORLD CONFERENCES?!"

"Oh…I just thought that you were practicing yoga…"

"Yoga?!" I spluttered, facepalming so hard that I saw several Gilbirds dance before my eyes. "My God, you're hopeless!"

"So…why did you drop your papers so often then?"

"Because I wanted to show off my ass, you oblivious fuck!"

"Oh…" Spain's eyes darkened considerably. "I see…"

"W-Why are you looking at me like that?"

Spain didn't respond.

"Stop it! You're creeping me out!"

My face only got redder from here.

"Hmmm…" Spain mused. "Shall I have a quick appetizer before eating dinner?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I…ahem…YOU didn't make any appetizers!"

"Really? Because I'm looking at a muy tasty one right now."

"Oh…" I flushed, finally realizing what Spain was getting at. "Well, why don't you try it then?"

"Si, I will."

It was then that Spain crushed his lips against mine. I brought a hand to the back of his head and knotted my fingers through his thick muss of curls. Spain ran his tongue along my lower lip, and I compliantly opened up to him, our tongues flicking and dancing with each other in a heated, passionate tempo. The kiss was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.

I moaned as Spain grazed his teeth along my collar bone, arching my neck as far back as possible. A large tanned hand softly stroked my waist, causing my leg to lift on instinct. Spain just about tackled me onto the couch. I gracelessly fell onto my back, looking up through lidded eyes at the towering Spaniard hovering over me.

"You taste so good," Spain hummed, sucking at my upper lip.

I bucked my waist forward, causing him to groan in appreciation. "I've waited so long for this," I whispered, stroking the back of Spain's neck.

"Ha!" Spain barked. "That makes two of us."

Spain's hand drifted under my shirt, prompting me to slap his wrist. "Hey!" I scolded, smirking all the while. "No dessert until you finish your dinner!"

I didn't cook all that food for nothing, you know.

"But Romaaaaaaa!" Spain whined like the needy bastard that he was.

"Oh hush! We've waited centuries for this. Surely we can wait another hour or so, si?"

Spain sighed, crawling off me. "Okay," he moped, reminding me of a puppy who had just been kicked in the stomach. I could practically hear him whimpering with each breath that he took.

I sat up, accepting Spain's hand to lift me off the couch. "It won't be long now," I playfully winked at him. "Have some patience…old man!"

I giggled and skipped a few steps ahead of Spain.

CLAP!

I stumbled forward when Spain smacked my butt. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, chuckling as he let his chin rest on my shoulder. "Save that feistiness for later," he purred in my ear. "Being old is never a bad thing. It just means that I have more experience than you."

I shivered. "S-Shut up! And stop speaking to me like that!"

"Like what?" Spain innocently hummed, still refusing to let go of me.

"Don't you play stupid with me! Y-you know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Heh."

"What are you laughing about now?!"

"You're just so cute. I can't help it~!

"I'm not cute!"

"Lo siento. You're right. You're actually very sexy."

"Damn straight! I mean, no! No, I'm not! Shit! Yes I am!"

"Awwww~! Is my little Roma nervous about sleeping with me?"

I shrugged myself out of Spain's grip and stomped over to the dining room table. "Let's just eat already!" I growled.

Spain shrugged. "Fine by me. As long as I get my dessert later~!"

It didn't take a genius to know what type of 'dessert' that pervert was referring to.

…

One hour later…

The mattress of Spain's bed creaked and ricketed under the weight of two 'conoodling' nations.

"Oh~! Fuck! Spain! Si! Si! Right there! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh! Roma! You like that, huh? Tsk! You dirty little boy!"

"Fuck me, Papi! Harder! Si! Si! Just like that!"

"Ay~!"

"Ohhhhhh shit! I'm going to…I'm going to…hnnnn!"

"Let us release together, mi amor!"

"Ah! So close!"

"On the count of three, Roma!"

"Uno…Dos…Tres…"

Romano arched his back, his mouth opening to scream out in pure bliss.

"MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW~!"

Spain shuddered, calming down from his high as he flopped onto his back next to his lover, whose face, strangely enough, was now beet red in complexion.

"Did you just meow?" the Spaniard furrowed his brows, giggling at the sheer absurdity of his question.

Romano's face contorted with rage, angrily shaking a fist at the ceiling for reasons inexplicable.

"ENGLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!"

…

Meanwhile, halfway across the world…

England sipped on a warm mug of tea, absently flipping through his favourite Jane Austen novel.

"Hmmm," he pondered. "I wonder how Romano's doing right now?"

England waved off this worrying thought with a shrug. "Oh well. It's not my problem anyways."

And so this ridiculous story finally comes to an end.

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