Writing my history thesis and balancing my social life has been a real bitch, but now I'm done so YAY :D It's been far too long since I last updated, which annoys me to great lengths. Anyways, this chapter contains a make out scene and my crappy Spanish, so just be aware of that [and please correct me if I'm wrong] :)
Different shades of blue greeted Spain's vision as he trudged through the guest room's entrance. He had just finished their perilous drive through the night in order to reach Florida, and little to the Spaniard's surprise, Romano had fallen into a deep sleep not so long ago. Several hours earlier, he had noticed his companion struggling to stay awake, and even when he tried to assure the Italian that sleeping was perfectly fine, the other man simply ignored him.
Spain found the spectacle far too touching for words to describe, and he knew well enough that Romano wanted to avoid dozing off so that he could make his driver feel less 'used', in his perspective. But the Spanish nation wouldn't have minded in the least… except when said Italian was trapped in a coma-like state after he had already checked them into an inn located in downtown Saint Augustine.
This led to Spain having to carry his love to their lodgings with a luggage carrier in tow, casting questionable glances in their direction every now and then. Later, when Romano was tucked under the cerulean blue bed covers and when their attendant had departed, Spain carefully sat on the edge of the bed and stared at a letter that the receptionist had given him. He decided against opening it himself so that both partners could have a look together, and instead placed the envelope on a bedside table.
As his eyes wandered over Romano's sleeping figure, an immeasurable amount of love spread throughout the Spanish man. He thought of how perfect Romano was, and how nice it would feel to become even closer to his Italian in an intimate sort of way. Even though Spain was aware of his dark and twisted past that had a considerable amount of influence on his personality, he still wished to be with the younger country.
Given that current moment of vulnerability, it would have been so easy to simply take advantage of him there and then, but Spain knew better than to give into his desires; after waiting for so long, the temptation was received as a mere trifle compared to his previous anxiety weeks ago. Lying back, the Spaniard gently wrapped his arms around Romano's body until both men had no space between each other. While nuzzling his face into the Italian's soft auburn hair, Spain took comfort in the warmth that his beloved's body emulated and was quickly lulled into a peaceful sleep.
Stretching his arms above his head, Romano yawned with sleepy eyes as his face became tinted with pink. Since they had started sleeping [in the same bed] together, the half nation noticed that his partner would always pull him close, intentionally or otherwise. His adorable snores and rhythmic heartbeat was something Romano knew he could get used to for the rest of his days. Having such a familiarity with his special person made the Italian smile as warmth continued to course through his body; it was a wonderful feeling.
Knowing that Spain had driven through the entire night up until they had reached Saint Augustine without even a wink of rest, he stayed still in order to ensure that the sleeping Spaniard stayed that way. Romano thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't claustrophobic; otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to handle such smothering contact. Then again, the Southern Italian was raised by Spain, so of course he must have gotten used to hugs and suffocation long ago. With that in mind, he lightly flicked the Iberian nation's nose as payback, for the affectionate behavior was becoming a habit of his.
I wonder how I came to love such an idiot, he thought while fighting the urge to caress Spain's bronzed features with the greatest of care, and I wonder why the idiot fell for me in the first place. After all, his explanation during that dinner of ours may have been pretty damn descriptive, but I still don't think those points are true to begin with. But whatever, at least he loves me. Romano boldly stretched his neck until his lips were hovering above Spain's, and then he pressed them together with closed eyes. I'm really lucky, aren't I?
Suddenly, a calloused yet gentle hand tangled its fingers into the Italian's hair and deepened the kiss, making Romano aware of the fact that his bed partner was awake. The younger nation's face erupted with heat, knowing very well that he had been caught doing something utterly embarrassing and what his love would have called 'too cute to be legal'. After slowly pulling back, Spain smiled lazily, observing his blushing Italian with sheer delight.
"Buenos días mi querido. Thanks for the morning kiss," he chimed. Romano pouted with downcast eyes and muttered a quick 'buon giorno' before looking up to meet his love's brightly lit eyes.
"You should rest for a few more hours because I know you didn't sleep long, bastard," the Italian mumbled while trying to hide his blatant concern and shame [he unintentionally fell asleep]. Spain laughed melodically and brushed Romano's cheek with his knuckles, relishing the texture of soft Romano's olive skin.
"Lovi, have you checked the time yet? It's almost half past twelve in the afternoon, so that means that we've slept half the day away. Besides, I've already had plenty hours of sleep; I'd much rather cuddle with my cute tomato~!" the older man cooed in response, rubbing his face in Romano's hair until the Italian was sure that it was a mess. Tired of the morning repression, he battered the Spanish man's arms away and sat up, finally taking his surroundings into accord.
"This room his so… blue," Romano muttered to no one in particular. Not that he didn't like the décor or anything—in fact, it was rather stylish in a sort of romantic way—but the nation knew that there was far too much of the colour in their room.
"Yeah, I think it's this room's theme or something. Each one has a special trait, you know? I chose this one especially because it's farther away from all the other guest rooms and has a good view." The Italian nation nodded in agreement as he observed the view from their balcony, and then he trudged lethargically into the bathroom to freshen up. Spain perked up and followed Romano to the door with his clothes in hand.
"Are you going to take a shower, Lovi? You know, we should share to save time~" the enticing man suggested with a seductive tone in his voice, evoking a blush on Romano's face. His shoulders stiffened and he turned away to close the door on Spain's face.
"No. Way. In. Hell. Now wait your turn," he growled from the other side of the entryway, and that was that. The Spaniard laughed to himself as he rubbed his stinging nose and started making their bed. He says no now, but one day I'll have that little Italian in the shower, so help me~!
After Romano had called for room service to bring their lunch order, both nations laid back in reclining chairs and observed the Matanzas Bay. Spain felt a wave of reminiscence as he recalled the time he had first landed on the Floridian peninsula in that very city, accompanied by many ambitious Spanish explorers. If he recalled it correctly, those were also the days when he was fighting with France over territories in the New World.
The natives didn't take too kindly to his people's settlements and liked to forge alliances with the Frenchman in order to take the Spanish down, which added to his list of problems back then. Not to mention the fact that England pretty much blamed him for the disappearance of one of his fishing posts in America, and continuously sought to invade his bases. When the Spaniard thought about it, he had been through a lot of trouble back in those days and struggled to get by. Still, the city was just as beautiful as he remembered it to be.
Romano cut into his egg and watched the afternoon sun's beams illuminate the water. Why was it that they were always near water, he often thought. From Cape Cod to Chattanooga [and Alicante, if that counted], the two nations would continuously share their routine of being in each other's company while observing the great deep blue. Even though most habitual things eventually led Romano to be greatly bored, he found that the prospect had grown on him, much like Spain's clingy nature.
His eyes traveled to the center of their side table, where the officially sealed letter was located. Since he and Spain were finished with their meal, he figured that then would be the perfect time to open it. Reaching for a butter knife that he hadn't used, the Italian neatly cut the tape without damaging the envelope and pulled out its contents. Two glossed tickets, along with a thin note, was what he collected from the covering.
"Are those tickets?" Spain inquired. Romano nodded in response and read them over before grunting, irritation written plain as day on his features.
"What the hell? They're for some concert at the Saint Augustine Amphitheatre this evening," the Italian mumbled, and then he unfolded the letter where messy handwriting greeted him. However— unlike the last two letters— this one was somewhat more legible, but Romano didn't want to get a headache trying to read it and handed the paper to Spain instead.
"'It's me again; THE HERO EFF YEAH! Artie said I had to improve my penmanship or somethin' so I guess this letter won't be as long as I wanted it to be D:'" Romano muttered a "thank god" before he let the Spaniard continue.
"'Sooo, how do ya like the tickets? I'm pretty sure you dudes are gonna enjoy the show 'cause that killer smoking guy Netherlands said that some of the music is kinda your guys' thing… or something like that. Chill out, you collect your item once you get there as long as you two stay in your seats for the entire show without leaving. You'll see why if you listen ;P So don't forget to buy snacks and go to the restroom and all before that, or else it'll be really boring which would suck :( 'Kay then, later tomato bros!"
Romano couldn't decide what was more disturbing; America's lame emoticons or that ridiculous nickname he gave them. The Italian concluded that both were equally weird. Spain, on the other hand, laughed excitedly and pat his partner's shoulder with great cheer.
"Aw, isn't that nice of America? It's like he just set up our next date~!" the Spaniard sang before trapping his love in a tight embrace. As embarrassed and preoccupied as he was, Romano noted that point as well and thought about it for awhile. After finally pushing the older man off of him and fighting the furious blush the refused to leave his face, he leant against the wall and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration.
"But if you think about it, the riddles and activities have been way too easy for us to take seriously. And now he's sending us to a concert together? That burger bastard is planning something; either that or he's just being random," Romano stated. Taking this into consideration, Spain pondered on the matter for a bit, and then just heaved a deep sigh.
"Ah, but Lovi, there's nothing wrong with that. So far these places we've gone to have been pretty fun, right? We should just enjoy ourselves and let things go with the flow~!" As always, the Spaniard took an optimistic approach to things, yet Romano didn't mind that character trait much; it was rather refreshing to him. Narrowing his eyes, the younger nation caressed the petals of a rose placed on their bedside table and hummed in agreement. Spain smiled sneakily and sauntered over to his companion, where he tackled him onto the bed.
Grumbling half-hearted protests and disdain, Romano finally gave into the Spanish nation as said Spaniard nearly cuddled him to death. He rained kisses down on both of the Italian's cheeks, then his nose and eventually, his lips. Unlike the other pecks, this contact lingered longer and made both men feel their bodies erupt from the touch. Romano had a habit of involuntarily closing his eyes when they kissed, and Spain found it to be rather amusing and adorable [as the Italian always was]. He was given the opportunity to take a gander at the vulnerable side of his love, and the one that he'd like to exploit the most.
The other personification hadn't felt any different. He took pleasure from observing Spain's crimson lit shock whenever he decided to do something intimate and flirtatious. Romano had a vague understanding that he grasped a peculiar hold on the Spanish nation's fetishes, such as his fixation to have hands running through his hair. Complying with the desire he knew his love was aching for, the Italian reached up and fondled Spain's dark chocolate curls, making the older man moan with pleasure against his lips.
As their body movements intensified and tongues were added into the mix, neither were aware of how long they could hold their insatiate needs that proved them to be greedy beings. Romano held Spain against him as the lust driven nation nipped and sucked at his tender neck, evoking sounds of an unappeasable sort. Wanting to drive his 'unfair' partner to the point of madness as well, the Italian breathed hot and heavily against his neck, grinding their crotches against each other as the older nation on top groaned with frustration.
The way both men were acting made it seem as if they were playing along each other's sexual turn-ons with unbearable teasing, but soon enough, Spain started to lose his self control. He slid his tongue up and down Romano's neck, taking satisfaction in the moans his love vocalized. With half lidded eyes, they made their lips and tongues clash once more, but unlike the usual soft kisses exchanged, this was a fierce one.
It was so tenacious and feverish that the two found themselves drooling just a bit, and a sticky trail of saliva was created when Spain pulled away momentarily to catch a breath. Romano would have been disgusted on any other occasion, but he was far too engrossed in their make out session to even care about cleanliness.
The sound of breathless panting and loving titles filled their guest room as they continued to explore the other's body with wandering hands and lips. Being caught up in the mood, Spain began sucking at Romano's perked nipples with the greatest of care, still trying to be cautious lest he end up doing something regrettable. The Italian clawed at his aggressor's back while groaning in delight and suprise, not sure of what to do at that point; after all, he was basically being violated in such an 'unmanly' way that put him to shame. All he could do was use his limited knowledge of the Spanish man's fragile points to his advantage, and that he did.
"B-Bésame, mi amor," he whispered with a raspy voice. Romano knew damn well that his partner would listen to anything he said if it were in Spanish, and it drove the older nation to his edge. That worked well in his favour. Immediately, Spain's grip on his hips tightened and he gladly complied, somehow managing to lock their lips together with such delicacy that it seemed as if he weren't going crazy. But he was.
Spain wanted to undress Romano as quickly as possible, and then enter his member into the man with as much love as he could, but it wasn't right; he was aware of that. Even if the Italian panted and gasped just from the slightest intimate touch, Spain knew that he wasn't given the okay yet, for his love never truly asked for it. Which was unfortunate, since the Spaniard was seriously about to burst from sheer arousal. As much as the nation wished to cherish his sweet Romano, he was also anxiously awaiting the moment when they would make love. The Spanish man thought himself egotistic for feeling that way, so he kept his needs hidden.
Little did he know, Romano could tell.
Noticing the constant looks of uncertainty and fear that would shadow his love's face, Romano understood that he had conflicting emotions and inclinations locked away just for his dear's sake. Truthfully, he was scared of what would happen after they consummated their love. Would he be abandoned? Would he be forgotten? Trying not to think of such issues never worked, for they kept materializing into his mind with a nastier backbite than before.
So instead, the Italian tried to look on the bright side. They may become closer, more in love, and more devoted to each other than what was perceived earlier in their relationship. It wasn't impossible, was it? Although he never stated those things out loud, Romano already knew what he had wanted for quite some time now.
To make love with Spain. His life. His saviour. His friend. His love. His Antonio.
Looping his arms around Spain's waist, the younger nation pressed their bodies against one another and desperately clung to his love, trying to convince himself that it wasn't a dream; the person he was in love with loved him back, and both wanted to implement their love into each other. I'm so, so, so very lucky. But as much as Romano wanted to "fuck with Spain all the way to next week", he didn't wish for his first time to be at six in the evening; the Italian was a romantic man, and desired something special for such an occasion.
After several more minutes of continuous licking, biting, and groping, both nations decided to take cold showers and get ready for the concert [it took a few more minutes of the Italian trying to pry his companion off of him]. As always, Romano dressed in style with designer labels on every item he wore, while Spain managed to pull off fitting in simple things that would constantly compliment his good looks. Walking to their Jeep became a hassle because Spain had forgotten where he parked the machine, and it took dozens of curses from his junior before one of the staff members politely directed them to the car park where it was waiting for them.
The Saint Augustine Amphitheatre was only a mere five minutes away, and when they had finally arrived, the two were surprised to see that not many people were attending the evening concert.
"Do you want any snacks, Lovi?" the Spaniard asked as he ordered some drinks for them. Shaking his head with a frown, Romano quietly refused and decided to observe the arrangement of different coloured chairs. The theatre had an outdoor setting with a large canvas-like structure suspended above the audience areas, and the stage was neither too big nor small. Handing their tickets to one of the staff woman, she kindly directed them to their seats in row N of the 102 sequential.
As Spain read over the concert's program with keen interest, his seatmate monitored the lines below them. Mostly made of elders and middle aged people, both men appeared to be the only young crowd members for the concert [well, youthful in a physical way]. Not only that, but everyone else was sitting in the front pits and no other person was behind them; they had total privacy. Romano's heartbeat quickened inadvertently as countless scenarios spun through his mind. Cuddling… would be nice. Even if he'd never admit that, the Italian liked the thought of listening to live music while snuggling up to his Spanish companion.
Suddenly, he felt fingers intertwine with his when he sharply turned to meet a smiling Spain.
"The music is starting, Lovi," he whispered with amusement as Romano's face turned a crimson hue. A violin soloist started to perform Antonio Bazzini's 'La Ronde des Lutins' with a piano accompanist as the sun was close to setting. When the refrain ended and several different musical pieces followed, Spain noticed that his seatmate was enjoying himself as a content expression remained on the Italian's features. It made his heart feel harmonious and stilled when he witnessed Romano displaying such pleasure.
Noting the fact that he was being watched, Romano diverted his attention to the Spaniard once another performance had ended and as the intermission began, giving him a quizzical look.
"Why are you staring, bastard?" he inquired in a low voice, fully aware of the fact that swearing in the presence of elders was beyond rude behaviour. Shrugging his shoulders with a smile, Spain simply laughed a bit and squeezed the younger nation's hand. Said action made Romano's face flush with the embarrassment as he struggled to refrain from grinning like the lovesick fool that he was.
"Why not stare, Lovi? After all, you're a gorgeous man~" Spain complimented, his glee growing tenfold as Romano finally formed a tender expression. Of course, it was also just as flustered as expected.
"Shut up," the half nation responded with, and then the couple heard an awkward cough.
"Um, excuse us for bothering your… moment, b-but we are here to give you your completion letter for this activity," an accented voice interrupted. Romano turned to face the other personifications sitting near them in the same row; Vietnam and Thailand. The Southeast Asian countries appeared to be frazzled and exhausted, with their eyes lacking much needed sleep. It was a sight that made the partners brows furrow with confusion and bewilderment.
"Please pardon our untimely manner, but Thailand and I got lost on the way here and things sort of… went out of hand," the woman remarked, sending a sharp glare in her male companion's direction. He smiled sheepishly and leant over to hand Romano a letter with an official seal while still maintaining a cheerful air despite his lethargy.
"Here you go! Khun America happened to reserve all the seats behind you two just for your privacy. I must say, that was very kind of the man," Thailand stated, receiving a wide eyed stare from the Italian sitting across him.
"But why would he go through all that trouble?" Romano pondered out loud. The Thai man simply shook his head in response as he and his partner stood up to leave.
"We do not know for certain, but he has been putting much effort into your course. It's best that you thank the man," Vietnam suggested in a somewhat friendly way, her demeanor still professional yet overworked. "We'll be taking our leave now. Goodbye, Misters South Italy and Spain."
As she and Thailand bid farewell once more, the Southern Italian watched them walk off when Vietnam scolded her companion for attempting to hold hands. But even as her words were harsh and unrelenting, he could see the heavy blush that the Vietnamese nation sported. Ah, so that was what 'went out of hand'.
Spain had apparently noticed too, and followed their example as he clasped Romano's hand in his, surprising the other with said sudden gesture.
"Why don't we go back to the inn now, hm?" the Spaniard recommended, a bright and beaming smile painted on his bronzed face. Realizing that that night would be their one in many chances to make love, the younger nation nodded with haste as they walked over to the amphitheatre's car park in silence.
The Bayfront Wescott House had a wide range of wines and dinner spreads to choose from, so Spain left the decision up to his partner when the time came to order room service. At first, Romano wondered why the Spaniard had always preferred eating in discreet places, so he voiced his inquiries.
"It's because I want to be intimate with my Lovi~! But because we can't do that in this country when people are around—or at least, that's what America told me—I'd rather not eat in public at all," Spain had answered. The younger man inwardly agreed with his statement and left it at that.
After settling down with a nice bottle of vintage Cava and a large selection of seafood appetizers, the two nations began eating. Listening closely to the sound of waves crashing against rocks while inhaling the fresh scent of ocean wafting throughout the air, Spain felt very much at peace. It made him even happier knowing that he was sharing such a perfect setting with the one he loved. Taking a peek at the Italian's face, he suddenly became aware of the fact that Romano had been observing him for quite some time, his eyes intense and analytical.
"Lovi? What's wrong?" Spain questioned. Taking another sip of his beverage, the younger man seated across from him shook his head and stared off into space as wore an introspective facial expression. Puzzled, Spain stood up and stacked their empty plates in an orderly fashion, walking away from their table in order to call someone to clean up the dishes. Unexpectedly, he felt two arms loop around his torso from behind as Romano buried his head into the taller man's shoulder.
Alarmed [but not displeased], Spain tried to turn around, but the Italian held him firmly in place and tightened his clutch.
"Lovi, what-" the Spaniard began, but was cut off by his captor's abrupt voice.
"Hagámoslo," Romano mumbled against Spain's back. Let's do it.
"¿Qué?"
"Q-Quiero..," he tried to answer, but was far too embarrassed to finish his sentence. Understanding this—while sort of reading the heavy atmosphere for once in his existence— the Spaniard grasped the arms holding him and swung Romano into view, pulling his face closer until their noses nearly touched.
"¿Qué quieres?" Spain asked, observing the lovely blush that his beloved sported. Shaking with anticipation and timidity, Romano tried once more to voice his desires without cracking under pressure.
"H-Hazme el amor, España. Te deseo."
Make love to me, Spain. I need you.
The Spaniard wasn't surprised by his demand, nor did he mind in the least, and felt that then was the perfect moment for them to become one. Moving forwards for a smoldering kiss, Spain relished his love's heavy breathing, and the feeling of his fingers running through his locks. He pulled away momentarily and looked deep into Romano's hazel green eyes, never wanting to drop his gaze.
"Sé mio, Lovino. Only mine."
With his blood pulsing through his veins frantically, the Italian nation nodded and pecked Spain's lips delicately, treating him as if he were something fragile.
"Okay."
Next chapter will have smut smut smut. That's right, our little Southern Italian friend gets laid. Finally. In the 17th damn chapter.
I appreciate the readers that were cool with the slow pace of things, because honestly, it would have made me want to pull my hair out.
So, let me just mention now that I know jackshit about Spanish. Like, I have uncles and aunts that live in Spain and I visit them, but we speak Greek with each other. So I'm maybe/possibly/most likely writing the language wrong. Sorry.
Oh yeah and I like the pairing ThailandxVietnam. I dunno why though, they're just cute together I guess...?
Since I write smut pretty efficiently [which is weird] next chapter will come as soon as possible! Thanks for the reviews/favourites/lurking and whatever~!