Spamano Drabbles A to Z: D is for Dance

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DISCLAIMER- I don't own Spain's ass (someday, dammit) or Romano's tsundere-ness~

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Genre: Romance
Rated: K+
Language: English
Length: wc/415
Characters: Spain/S. Italy/Romano
Status: Complete

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In which pants are not needed in this game to discover the flower- eating clock monster named Onion. Special appearances by: Spain, Romano, Shakespeare, angst, sex, love, and zombies.

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Lovino cannot ignore the throbbing in his head as loud music pounds through it. With each torturous breath he curses Feliciano and his damn potato-loving bastard boyfriend for dragging him into this blasted club. He can still head Feliciano's voice echoing in his ears.

"But fratello~ You need to get a girlfriend! Girls are so cute and pretty and they're really fun to be with and they really like my pasta. Pasta~! Vee~" Lovino moans and slams his head onto the bar table.

"I hate my life…"

"Hey, you okay?" Lovino groans. Whoever interrupted his brooding time was so going to fucking die.

"What's it to you?" From his position against the table, he can only hear the intruder's voice. It's deep and silky with a slight accent that has so much sex appeal and by god it sounds so stupid.

"Well you looked lonely all the way over here from where I was watching you, so I figured I'd try to cheer you up." Lovino seethes.

"Why were you watching me?" The idiot laughs.

"Well, you're so cute, moping in the corner, and- hey, are you blushing?"

"No!"

"Oh, wow, you're as red as a tomato!" Lovino shoots up to a sitting position, and sees the intruder's face for the first time. He lets out a shocked breath. The intruder smiles at him, and Lovino finds himself at a loss for words. "Hey, dance with me?" Lovino pouts back into his chair.

"I can't dance."

"Don't worry, just follow my lead. I'll show you!"

"I'm a guy."

"Then you lead, I'll follow!" Lovino sighs.

"I can't lead, either." The other's face falls slightly, and Lovino feels a pang of guilt.

"What do I have to do to get you to dance with me?" Lovino rolls his eyes and groans.

"Fine! Buy me a drink tomorrow." His face lights up and he extends his hand.

"So, will you join me for this dance? Bachata is a favorite of mine." Lovino blushes slightly, then takes the other's hand. Upon contact, a burst of electricity travels between them, and their eyes lock. Lovino feels something build up in him that he's never felt before. The stranger smiles again, never once looking away, and pulls him flush against his chest. "By the way, I'm Antonio." He drops him down in a dip then pulls him back up, their faces mere centimeters apart. "I thought you couldn't dance." Lovino smirks, pulling Antonio closer to him.

"I guess I lied."

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I freaking love bachata. It's probably one of the most sexual of the Latin dances (-insert dance freak explanation here-). Yeah. I might do a whole Spamano tango fic. ARGENTINE TANGO, although neither of them are Argentinean(did I get that right...?), so…

I'm really happy with how this turned out. The original D I had was "drink" and it was an epical phail. So I was like "LOL I CAN'T POST THIS SHIT." So I rewrote it, mentally kicking myself for completely forgetting that dance starts with D.

Anyways. Next time: E is for: _

~LinedWithCharcoal~