Title: Simple
Pairing/Characters: Fem!Spain/Romano
Rating: T
Note: I'm putting this here because this is part of the Six in One verse even though it's when Antonia and Lovino are like 18 and 17 and haven't met Antonio or Lovina yet.


After living with Nonno for so many years and having to hear all his sordid, ridiculous tales of love, passion, life, and heartbreak (Nonno's words, not Romano's, Romano preferred to call them drunken, potentially untrue stories from his batshit grandfather), Romano unfortunately had a bit of a crazy view on all things romance and sex related. His mamma always told him not to listen to Nonno, and he didn't, but sometimes no matter how hard he tried, things still managed to slip into his subconscious and come out at awkward times they had no right coming out at.

"So… that's it?" was definitely not what he'd intended to say to Antonia after they'd finished rolling around between the sheets for the first time.

Luckily for him, Antonia had about as many screws loose as he did, so instead of getting offended, she pinched the skin on his waist, kissed his cheek, and sat up to give him a rather lovely view of her uncovered breasts. "Well I wasn't going to bring out anything crazy just yet. You'll have to wait for that, mister."

"I don't mean I wanted you to do crazy shit." Except now he was curious as to what that would entail and… that could wait until later. "I just mean," he glanced at the clock and scowled when he realised barely twenty minutes had passed since Antonia's skirt had first come off. "I liked it." He looked at her breasts again and then tried to look away because those things never helped him when he was trying to explain, unhelpful bastards that they were. "Just."

"Sex isn't fireworks, Roma."

"…Excuse me?"

Antonia laughed and hugged him (more like her breasts hugged him, where had her bra gotten off to anyway?). "I've heard the crazy stories your nonno tells too. Sex isn't all like that. Not even all the sex he has—"

"Had."

"Has," Antonia repeated. "You're seventeen, you have so many years of having sex ahead of you, just enjoy it!"

"Sex with you, I'm hoping."

…Romano had meant for that to sound far less stupid than it did. Romano was going to blame the boobs in his face for ruining his ability for proper pillow talk.

"That can be arranged. Just don't go thinking I even know how to do all the crazy stuff your nonno and nonn—"

"My nonno and crazy, nameless women who were not my nonna."

"Romano don't be—"

"My nonna was a saint, Antonia."

"Well okay."

"A saint."

Antonia laughed again and tickled at Romano's sides, right where she'd discovered he was most ticklish during her times "babysitting" him when he was 12. "Here I am all naked and glorious in your bed and you're talking about your grandmother."

"You started it, bitch," he mumbled when his giggles had finally died down.

"Mm. Want me to start something else?"

The answer was yes, of course. Because even if Romano was a horribly inexperienced seventeen year old boy (and Antonia was being more ridiculous than sexy at the moment), he was a horribly inexperienced seventeen year old boy with a naked girl in his bed, and fireworks or no, he was still having the time of his life.