Title: Sloppy Makeouts
Pairing/Characters: Romano/Fem!Romano/Spain/Fem!Spain
Rating: T
They're at the bar they normally go to on Friday nights, all four of them seated in a booth they'd shoved past crowds of people to claim. Some nights they have to sit at the bar, or stand (and then attempt to stand as the night wore on and their drinks grew in number), but tonight Romano, Antonia, Lovina, and Antonio are snuggly seated in one corner of the bar, drinks slowly gathering around their table.
Antonia leans over next to Lovina and licks a stray drop of wine from the side of her mouth, giggling when Lovina shoves her away and then drunkenly leans in for a kiss. More wine drips from between their connected lips and then Antonio is leaning over the table, his arms knocking glasses over as he too tries to help Lovina, and now Antonia as well, clean the liquid from her face.
"Mph." Lovina mumbles something unintelligble, her mind too occupied wine, and with Antonia's tongue against her lips, Antonio's lips against her cheek, and… Romano's hand up her skirt… to actually form anything resembling words.
Somehow, while Lovina is not exactly paying attention, Romano winds up in her lap, Antonio winds up on the table, and a few glasses wind up all over Antonia, but nobody seems to care. Antonia is kissing her, and then she is kissing Romano, and then he's kissing Antonio, and everything is warm and a little hazy and then Lovina's got three tongues in her mouth (one her own… hopefully anyway) and another on her neck and somewhere in the background their server is asking them to please stop knocking glasses off the table and for Antonio to please put his shirt back on, but again, nobody really cares.
