Spain beat on the door. His throat was sore from screaming Romano's name. He eventually gave up and slid down, the Italian breeze drastically warmer than the growing coldness inside of him. "Romano…" he croaked pathetically. "You can't do this."

All the windows in the house were dark, but Spain knew Romano was in there. Most likely he was getting drunk on wine, sitting in the pitch black, and not caring that Spain was wailing at his front door.

Spain stood up and delivered an angry kick to the door. It budged ever so slightly. I am a former conquistador…. I survived the Spanish Civil War…. There is no way I am going to lose my Romano!

So the next chapter will more or less be smutty. BUT... I'm not sure I'll even continue the story. I need more reviews! I mean, am I staying true to character? Is my dialogue too stiff? Is it too dramatic? Too vague? Thanks for reading!