A/N: Finally! Some action! It's here! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I fail at anything non-romantic, by the way, so it probably sucks. I probably fail at writing romance too...oh well!

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

Spain watched as Romano pulled a shirt on, the fabric covering the slender, almost feminine, body.

Romano glanced back, feeling the Spaniard's stare.

"What're you doing, tomato bastard?" the Italian demanded.

"Waiting for you," Spain replied happily.

"Do you have to wait while staring like a friggin stalker?" Romano asked.

Spain's smile widened, "But you're so cute! I like watching you!"

"That didn't sound creepy at all," Romano said sarcastically; blush making pale cheeks red.

The younger nation now appeared to be twenty-two, Spain twenty-five, so Spain didn't feel like a creeper anymore. He was still confused about the fact the Romano was a guy, but he had determined that his feelings were, in fact, love.

Romano turned to Spain, away from the mirror, smooth, feminine face, showing the beginnings of a full-fledged blush.

"But it's true, Roma~!" Spain exclaimed, "You're so cute! Just like a little girl~!"

Spain didn't even see the slap coming until he felt the sting on his cheek.

"Don't say stupid things," Romano grumbled, stalking off.

The Spaniard was confused as to what he had said to annoy the younger nation, but he followed anyway.

"Did I say something stupid, Roma?" he asked, tailing the angry Italian.

"Well," Romano said sarcastically, turning to Spain, "Considering what I just said, I would assume you would know the answer. Unless you're too stupid, Tomato Bastard."

Spain clasped a hand over his heart, giving Romano the best puppy dog eyes he could muster, "You're words cut me, mi tomate Roma!"

For reasons Spain didn't understand, Romano blushed deeply.

"B-bastard, I told you not to say stupid things," the brunette grumbled.

In the next few moments, Spain isn't really sure what came over him, but blame it on him being the country of passion, plus holding himself back for centuries.

But, somehow, Spain was suddenly wrapping his arms around Romano's waist, pressing his lips hungrily on the others. And, to his further surprise, Romano didn't pull away, but pushed back. Pleasantly surprised, Spain's hands traveled farther down Romano's body.

Spain felt something odd pressing against his chest, but, really, he was kissing Romano. Who had time to worry about nuances when you were doing that?

Romano moaned, mouth opening, and Spain took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

Spain was just about to pull up for air when he suddenly felt Romano stiffen in the Spaniard's arms.

Pulling away, Romano's gold-green eyes suddenly grew big.

"Shit," the Italian muttered, the stream of curses suddenly flowing out, "Dammit, dammit, shit, crap, shit, dammit!"

"Roma…?" Spain muttered, highly confused. Just a second ago it had seemed like Romano was enjoying this. Had he upset the Italian?

"No!" Romano suddenly exploded, "This can't be happening!"

"Romano-?" Spain asked again, reaching for the younger nation.

"Damn, shit, crap!" Romano screamed, running up the stairs.

Spain stood, speechless.

How exactly are you supposed to respond to something like that?

A slam a moment later alerted Spain to the shutting of a door.

The Spanish nation sunk onto his sofa, trying to understand what exactly had just happened.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, something that he had always thought was strange.

"Romano, why can't you ever be good little boy?"

"You really are an idiot, you know that, bastardo?"

Standing up, Spain walked to his cell phone and pressed the number two speed dial.

"Romano, why don't you take your shirt off? We're at the beach!"

"Y-you pervert! That would just be indecent!"

"Let me hug you, Roma~!"

"Don't touch me there, pervert!"

The dial tone rang for a few beats, but Spain knew that they would pick up.

"You've been really mean this week, Roma."

"I'm always like this, tomato bastard, what are you talking about?"

"But meaner than usual, Roma!"

"Shut the hell up, I don't want to deal with you!"

"Awesome speaking, how may I impart my awesomeness upon you?"

"Hola, Gil?"

"Tonio! Sup, man? Wanna go out for a drink?"

"That actually sounds like a good idea. But just a few, I need to talk about something with you."

"Say no more. I'll be there to pick you up in five."