This would have been updated earlier, but tumblr distracted me [I'm sure we all understand what that's like, finding your OTPs on your dash and squealing like the little fangirl that you are].
Warning [maybe, although I'm sure most of you have been waiting for this for, like, ever]: STEAMY CHAPTER AHEAD! After all, this was rated M for a reason, right? That means la sexy times are ahead, 'kay? [It's just a huge teaser though hahahahah]

A soft snore awoke Spain from his sleep as he slowly opened his eyes to find Romano's angelic resting face inches from his own. Recalling the events that took place last night, the Spaniard smiled and pulled his love closer, kissing the younger nation's forehead. Both had confessed their true feelings for one another and sealed it with a kiss, but that was as far as it went. Afterwards, they walked to their room and immediately went to sleep, aware of what the next day's travels had to offer.

Despite his comfort with their current relationship status, deep down Spain wished to do a lot more than just kissing his irresistible Italian, yet he knew that it wasn't right without getting the other's permission. Still, with him cuddled next to me like this— wearing such an adorable expression to boot— you'd think that Lovi is deliberately teasing. But that can't be the case, right?

The digital clock resting on their bedside table read '7: 18' and the Spanish man knew that if they didn't check out soon they would be behind schedule, so he slowly sat up and poked Romano's cheek.

"Wake up, Lovi~!" he sang, but the Italian didn't seem to be affected and merely mumbled incoherent words in his sleep. Spain frowned and tried again.

"Loooovviii, waaake uuuup. We have to go sooon~!" Still, no response came from the resting personification. As cute as the display was, time was of the essence, so the Spaniard leant near his love's ear and gently blew into it.

"Despierte, mi amor," he whispered in a raspy voice, immediately awakening Romano from his somnolent stupor. Realizing that it was just Spain, he blushed heavily and rolled onto his side, plagued by lethargy. The older nation groaned with fatigue and gently scooped Romano into his arms, making the Italian gasp with surprise. Holding him close, Spain slid their covers off both their bodies and cupped Romano's face lovingly, planting a sweet kiss on the other's lips. Reacting almost instantly, the younger nation melted into Spain's touch and grasped his shirt, pulling him closer.

Romano still couldn't believe that he and the Spaniard were being so intimate after he had become accustomed to the awkwardness and distance that both had kept before. Yet everything felt so right, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed as Spain slipped his tongue into the willing Italian's mouth. He let out a small moan and tried to understand the sensations that were coursing through his body when the Spaniard pulled away. Romano didn't want to admit it, but he almost whined in protest from the sudden action, mostly because he wanted more. When did I start becoming so greedy?

"Good morning, my love. We should wake up like that every day," the Spanish personification suggested, showering his sweetheart with short pecks on his warm cheeks. Flustered and crimson, Romano lightly nudged the older man a bit and walked into the bathroom to get ready for their departure. After several minutes of Spain trying to get the Italian's attention by slipping his arms around the grumpy nation [constantly being rejected, of course], they were finally dressed and packed up, anticipating their leave from the inn.

Entering the Jeep with a sigh, Romano pulled out his map that displayed the route from Massachusetts to Indiana and relayed the instructions while occasionally spouting playful insults at his Spanish love. Spain relished every moment of the attention with an ecstatic expression constantly present on the man's face.

During their drive on the Interstate 78 the Italian nation pondered on what he should call his companion after their confession.

Is he my boyfriend now? Ugh, somehow I don't really think the title has as much meaning as the word 'lover'. But then again, we haven't had s-sex [yet, god damn it] so I can't say that it's the appropriate term for what we currently are. Still, I like lover much more… and I'd like to be his lover, if Antonio is fine with that. Judging by the way he kissed me this morning, I'm positive that the horny bastard feels the same.

Romano thought back on their kiss in the inn, and how he felt an unfamiliar sensation that was somehow pleasant yet peculiar. He had never experienced anything like it before, but because the response was induced by Spain, Romano realized that it must have had something to do with romance and the like.

The Italian nation had never been with anyone before the Spaniard, nor did he have his first kiss with anyone besides him [Italy didn't count because they had brother kisses]. Not to mention Romano was a virgin, which he knew would be extremely embarrassing when the time came to tell Spain.

"Lovi? Do I turn here?" his Spanish driver asked, snapping the Italian out of his dazed state.

"No, keep going straight and then merge onto the I-81," he answered while going over the map once more. "We still have a long way to go and it'll be dark in a few hours, so I'll tell you where to pull over; I don't want us driving at night." Spain nodded in agreement and diverted his attention onto the road once more, sometimes casting sideward glances in Romano's direction. The Italian nation appeared to be staring into nothingness with a bored look on his face, so Spain decided that he would lighten up the mood a bit. Reaching for the DVD player, he pressed the power button to see what would play.

"YOU A STUPID HOE, YOU A, YOU A STUPID HOE. YOU A STUPID HOE, YOU A, YOU A STUPID HOE. YOU A STUPI-" Romano immediately screamed [in a 'manly' way] and slammed the eject button on the player, violently throwing Nicki Minaj's accursed disk out of their Jeep.

"BRUCIARE ALL'INFERNO!" the Italian shouted at the top of his lungs, panting heavily as he tried to rid his brain of the mind scarring song he had heard. Spain, too, cringed when the tune started playing, but because he was driving the Spaniard had to maintain concentration.

"Fucking America and his fucking shitty taste in music I mean seriously what the fuck is his problem he must have spent all his energy fucking England's brains out and never bothered to learn a thing or two about REAL fucking music I mean SERIOUSLY what the actually fuck-" and Romano continued to ramble in an infuriated manner without taking a breath. His Spanish companion smiled at the obvious reaction and reached into the side compartment to pull out a CD case [while keeping his eyes on the road, of course].

"What are you doing, bastardo?" the Italian asked as he watched Spain insert another disk into the player with a calm expression. Blowing a low whistle, the older man merely smiled mysteriously as both waited for the music to start.

"'Tell me when will you be mine,'" Spain sang as Romano kept his wide eyes on him. "'Tell me quando, quando, quando. We can share a love divine. Please don't make me wait again.'" The Italian realized that he knew the song and continued listening to his love's heart melting voice. But no sooner than he thought, Romano was singing along, and it made Spain smile widely as both joined the music in harmony.

"'When will you say 'yes' to me? Tell me quando, quando, quando. You mean happiness to me. Oh, my love, please tell me when.'" While the two sang as loud and beautifully as they could, Romano and Spain shared an equal amount of euphoria and joy from their sweet moment. When the song was over, a slower tune started playing and neither of them chanted along, choosing to enjoy the music instead.

"You're an amazing singer, my Lovi," Spain confessed, his cheeks shaded crimson red as the Italian studied him. He let out a small giggle—still a bit dizzy from their sing along—and uncharacteristically leant over to give the Spaniard a peck on his cheek.

"You told me that already, idiota," Romano said with a light spirited tone, making his love's heart rate race and flushed his face even more so. Damn it, if I wasn't driving I would so jump Lovi right now. Giving in to his wishes, Spain swerved the Jeep over in an isolated location and pulled his Italian into a sloppy but passionate kiss. Invigorating moans and gasps escaped both of their lips as the nations' bodies heated up and made certain organs lively. Romano clawed at the Spaniard's shirt as his head spun, trying desperately to find something to hold on because his emotions were simply too much.

Spain began licking and sucking the younger man's neck, aware of his love's surprised yet pleased sighs and enjoying himself. The Italian's skin was blazing [as was the Spaniard's] and he mumbled words that seemed to escape both of their notice, for they were too caught up in their heavy panting to even care about minor details.

By then the two understood perfectly well that if they didn't control themselves then things would get out of hand fast. Romano was the first one to take action, reluctantly putting his hands on Spain's shoulders to push him away gently. Said Spaniard made a sad face and pouted at the rejection, followed by a sly smile as he conjured an idea.

"W-We n-need to g-get going, ba-ba-AHHH~!" The Italian couldn't finish because Spain had snuck his hands up the man's shirt, massaging his nipples with slow and delicate fingers. Immediately, they hardened at the touch and enjoyed the Spaniard's contact very much, despite Romano's wishes to stay on task. Though the action was bold, the Spanish nation wanted to 'play' with Romano a little while longer, so he threw all morals figuratively out the window and just went for the kill. His love was gasping for air while Spain continued to smother him with his lips, still rubbing at the Southern Italian's sensitive skin.

Trying to gain control of the situation once more, Romano bit the Spaniard's lip with frustration, but little did he know that the action had awoken Spain's animalistic tendencies. When the younger man did notice the lust glazed eyes that his partner staring at him with, he felt himself getting excited in all of the places on his body.

Oh shit.

"Aww Lovi, I didn't know you were this flirtatious," the seductive Spaniard remarked, smiling widely when Romano turned several shades redder. He could tell that the other was eyeing his curl with dirty intentions, and didn't want to think about what would proceed if he succeeded in yanking it. Well, not that he wouldn't like it, but it just wasn't the time and place at that moment for such activities… unfortunately.

"N-No I didn't mean it like that!" Romano sputtered nervously, not sure of what to do next; after all, he had unintentionally aroused his already lascivious lover, so he was partially at fault. If the nation were a cat, Spain would have purred enthusiastically, because the sounds he made were so provocative that Romano had a hard time focusing. Not to mention his pants felt a bit too tight for his liking. Fucking hell.

"Oh~? Then what exactly did you mean, mi querido?~" The confidence in Spain's voice began to annoy [and attract] the Italian nation, of whom automatically blushed on impulse and lightly battered his companion's arms away. Noticing that he was upset, Spain decided that it was best to use self restraint, and he held Romano in a loving embrace instead of ravishing the man like he desired to.

"Lo siento, cariño, sometimes I can't stop myself when it comes to you because you are just too beautiful and irresistible and amazing for me to bear," he apologized, petting his partner's soft hair with a kind touch. Grateful for the change, Romano pulled the Spaniard closer and let out a deep breath. I forgive this idiot far too easily than I'd like to admit, he thought bitterly.

"Men aren't supposed to be beautiful, nor cute, bastardo. And as long as you keep yourself in line, we won't have a problem," the smaller nation assured, looking up so that both of them saw each other eye to eye. Spain smiled softly and moved his head a bit lower to place a chaste kiss on Romano's forehead.

"Alright, love."

It was dark by the time they found a place to stay, that of which was a station that offered lodges for travelers. Their particular cabin was at the farthest end of the lot in a secluded area surrounded by trees, meaning that privacy was a given bonus. After entering the wooden dwelling and placing their bags in a secure place, Romano stretched his limbs a bit, sore due to sitting in the Jeep for so long. Then he caught the look of disappointment on Spain's face and turned his attention to where the Spaniard was staring; at the beds, which weren't very large or stylish.

"They gave us separate beds," he muttered sadly while a metaphorical cloud of dread suspended above him. The younger nation cocked his head to the side with a quizzical expression, clearly confused by the complaint.

"So?" he asked, sitting on the couch next to his depressed companion. Spain looked at him with alarm, and then a beaming smile appeared on the once-gloomy nation that automatically made Romano suspicious.

"You're right! It's even better because we can share a small bed and cuddle~" the Spanish man enthused happily as he wrapped his arms around Romano. The younger personification gawked at his partner for awhile, not sure of how to react, until a sudden realization hit him.

He liked that. He liked it a lot. And all those sensations that he had experienced during their hot make out session in the Jeep came flooding back into his system, influencing the Italian to shiver with pure delight. Caught in a whirlwind of emotion, Romano forcefully pushed his love down so that he was hovering above the man, and then the smaller one of the two pressed their lips together. Spain was momentarily in shock, but then recovered quickly, embracing the Italian and pressing their bodies together. I can't believe Lovi actually took the initiative for once, but I like it~!

Passion and love was what each man communicated to the other, with tongues and touches as their messengers. Neither was dominating the kiss— for there was still a battle going on between both nations' mouths— and Spain could feel himself growing more frustrated with each passing second as his clothes became a hindrance to the man. Breaking away for a brief time, he stated his desires breathlessly with a flushed face.

"L-Lovi, I-I-" but before he could finish, the Spaniard was cut off with a kiss.

"Do what you want, bastard." And that was all the motivation Spain had needed. With one swift movement, he lifted the Italian off of the couch and into his muscular arms, ignoring the small protests Romano made. Placing his love gently on the bed, he removed both of their coats and snuggled up next to the furiously blushing nation.

"Now please turn around, Lovi," Spain requested softly, and Romano gladly complied, nervously awaiting what his partner wished for him to do. Moving his body so that it was facing the opposite direction away from the Spanish man, he was shocked when he felt hands suddenly unzipping his jeans.

"C-Cosa stai facendo?" Romano inquired with a shaky voice. The Spaniard noticed his uneasiness and gently stroked his love's hair.

"I'm not going to make love with you… tonight. We don't need to rush things anymore than we already have, Lovino," Spain stated calmly, nipping the shell of Romano's ear while sending hot breaths down the smaller nation's neck. Even though he was in a state of absentmindedness, the Italian knew that what his love was saying was the truth, and he was perfectly fine with taking it slow. So he nodded slowly, trying hard not to moan in an embarrassing way while the Spaniard licked the back of his neck.

"Umm, my love, I need your permission for this… Am I allowed to… touch you?" he questioned with a hint of uncertainty in his voice. As flustered and nervous as Romano was, he felt the need to laugh at that moment. Twisting his neck back slightly, both men's eyes met and the Italian caressed Spain's soft hair with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Y-You don't need to ask because I trust you, Antonio. L-Like I said earlier, you can do whatever you want… w-with me." Turning crimson with a goofy smile, the Spaniard pecked his love's cheeks, giggling a bit as he did so.

"Fusososo, I feel so loved~!" he sang, and then returned his hands to where they were placed moments ago. Romano felt goose bumps form on his hot skin as Spain stuck his hand into the Italian's boxers, immediately reaching for his sensitive member.

"Ngh!" The younger man's reaction was to curl his toes tightly and make the most heavenly sounds that Spain had ever heard, arousing him even more. Slowly, the Spaniard continuously slid his calloused hands up and down Romano's already dripping with pre-cum cock and clenched his teeth with irritation. If he keeps being adorably sexy like this, I might just lose control. It didn't help that the cry Romano had tried so much to contain finally broke out from his lungs, immediately sending shivers down Spain's neck. Shit. The older nation was hard and couldn't contain himself much longer as he forcefully spun the Italian around, smashing their lips together and letting his tongue trail down every inch of Romano's alluring olive complexion.

"An-Anto-" the Italian tried to speak, but was constantly stopped by his Spanish partner's advances. He was becoming more and more aggressive, and it scared Romano a bit, yet he also felt a rush of excitement and need. So this is what full out lust feels like.

"Lovino, I need you to do something for me," Spain said in a hushed tone, gaining the attention of his flustered partner. "Please touch me." Romano's head started spinning uncontrollably and he felt as if he were going to overheat at any moment.

"Wha- B-But you, you, you," he began, but couldn't find the proper words to express his thoughts and emotions. Touch Spain? Sure, the Italian had dreamt of doing so forever, but to actually do it in real life was an entire matter all together. Seeing the needy look in his love's eyes, Romano didn't know what to do as his mind went blank.

"Pl-Please, Lovi, I need you to do this for me, and I want only you," the Spaniard begged, already noticing that his Italian partner looked like he would agree. "If I don't have you t-touching me, I might just do something I don't want to do… yet." The malicious tone Spain used when speaking of their soon-to-be sex made the Italian feel hot and he nodded slowly in agreement, because of course he was willing to make the Spaniard feel good at all costs.

"O-Okay, but I d-don't know what to d-do," he admitted sadly, feeling rather ashamed of himself. Spain smiled gently and pulled his love even closer than before, guiding the Italian's hands to his hardened manhood under the Spaniard's boxers. Romano felt embarrassed and shivered as he could feel the slick sweat and bodily fluids running down his love's dick, hopelessly lost on what to do. Squeezing his eyes shut, the Italian gently slid his olive hands up and down Spain's member, blushing even more when he heard the sounds that the older man was making.

"Agh, y-yes, like th-that Lovi~" Gathering all his courage, Romano opened his eyes to meet lustful green ones, and he instantly moved forward to kiss the Spaniard. Surprised, but not displeased, Spain reciprocated the action and both men continued their hot make out session, even when the bigger nation started straddling the Italian. Romano stopped pumping as he became more aware of the way Spain's eyes travelled over his body. Although the two were still clothed, their zippers where undone and the younger man's shirt was halfway unbuttoned, exposing his unblemished skin.

Spain leant forwards and left marks that were sure to turn purple in a few days, making Romano's cheeks go in flames [not literally, of course]. He smiled down hungrily on his lovely Italian and yanked the man's shirt off, followed by the removal of his own.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Romano asked with a trembling voice, anxious of what was to come. The Spaniard kissed his forehead chastely before placing his hands on his love's legs.

"I'm going to take your pants off, and then mine," the Spanish nation stated in a casual manner, clearly un phased by the resolute words he had spoken. Eyes widening with shock, Romano didn't know how to react, but luckily Spain had read his expression and understood the Italian nation's thoughts. He walked over to the other end of the room and flicked the lights off.

"Don't worry, mi amor, I'm not going to do anything. I just thought we should cuddle in our boxers since its cold and the bed is kind of small." Thinking for a minute, the younger man nodded his head in agreement [although still sporting his signature blush] and beckoned his lover with wide arms.

"Th-Then stop standing over there and c'mere," he mumbled embarrassingly, annoyed by the joyous squeal Spain made along with the continuous phrase, "So cute so cute so cute~". After both stripped themselves of their boxers with little difficulty, Romano was calmed by the feeling of the Spanish man's arms wrapped around his body. Said Spaniard stroked the Italian's hair and rubbed the tips of their noses together, making his love frown with agitation.

"Dulces sueños, Lovinito. Mi amor, mi querido, mi cariño y mi vida," Spain mumbled next to his love's ear, the tone of his words making Romano feel warmth and chills at the same time. He snuggled his face in the Spaniard's chest, earning another delighted giggle, and closed his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, you sappy bastardo, buonanotte… caro," he muttered, thankful that Spain couldn't understand Italian.

"Umm, that means 'dear' right?" Or not. The younger nation stiffened and refused to look his love in the eye, far too embarrassed for words to describe. Caught up in sheer bliss, Spain laughed softly as he tightened his hold on Romano.

"Ah, mi tesoruccio, ti amo~!" he confessed proudly, making the Italian realize that he liked it when the older man spoke Italian. Coughing inelegantly, Romano decided to swallow his pride and give Spain a bit of a reward.

"T-Te quiero, m-mi Corazon," the Italian muttered under his breath, though the affectionate phrase was not unheard by the Spaniard, of whom rained kisses on Romano's cheeks with glee. Eventually he had to yell at the older man— for he was keeping the smaller nation awake— and as the two of them settled down, a thought occurred to both men before they slept:

How the hell am I supposed to sleep peacefully knowing that he's next to me, vulnerable as ever?!

Somewhere in another state, France and Prussia were laughing ecstatically with amusement.

Let me just admit now that I had way too much fun writing this chapter [my inner pervert laughed like fucking Mukuro, going all "kufufufufu" and shit]. Also, the whole Nicki Minaj song thing was kinda based on an experience I had yesterday when I watched one of her music videos for the first time. I really REALLY don't want to offend anyone that likes her- and hey, maybe she has an awesome personality, I dunno- but it was FUCKING TRAUMATIZING. And so I decided to let Spain and Romano experience it too. Because why the hell not? :D Also, the song they were singing to was "Quando Quando Quando" sung by Engelbert Humperdinck [there are Spanish and Italian versions of the songs, too]. Look it up and you may find that it resembles Spamano very much [or at least I think so].

Ummm I might not be able to update the next chapter sooner because I might be going to the country side, so pleaase pardon the possible lateness :)

SO YESSSS NOW THAT THAT IS OVER WITH, this chapter is quite short compared to the last few, no? Well, you know what they say: quality over quantity~!