A/N: Wow this story got surprisingly a lot of attention. I apologize for being away so long. Do not worry though. I am back for some more dirty happenings!

Spain's POV, to make up for all that time lost.


How ever to describe this mess I am in.

A young Italian boy kneeling at my feet, his face red and a sticky substance coming out from the sides of his mouth where he sucks the large popsicle on a hot day.

The way he lets the popsicle slip from lips and out with a clear pop. The way he wraps his tongue over the sweet treat before taking it back into his mouth. It's all so endearing.

Oh, the things he does to me.

His small black shorts reveal his tan skin while his white shirt sticks onto his torso from when he was in the pond only seconds ago.

I do my best to hide my growing problem as he clutches my leg and reaches under my chair where I have hidden the freshly picked fruits he so much loves.

"Spain can get really hot," Austria says from beside me, trying his best to cool off.

"Si. I really can," I reply with a wink. He rolls his eyes and I bite my lip as Lovino finally grabs the tomato and plops back down onto the floor.

"Fratello! Let's play in the pond again!" Italy yells from his spot.

"I'm coming, idiota!" Lovino yells before standing up and leaving.

I watch him run with his brother and I let my mind wander.

Not one, but two little boys, kneeling in front of me. Oh what a sight it must be.

"Mr. Austria, would you fancy a drink?" I ask my once husband.

"I suppose a drink would be fine."

We go inside and I take a final glance to the two boys kicking water to each other before shutting the door.

It doesn't take long until the Austrian man and I are in a heated kiss, grasping at each other.

Why do we still meet? Well besides the brotherly playdates, we also let off some intense frustration.

Was it love? No. Nothing of the sort. Just a simple release of stress that we both agreed on in secrete.

"What will your wife say?" I ask him teasingly.

"Just put it in, you fool," he says in a gaspy tone. I smirk and enter him, earning a loud gasp.

Don't make such desperate sounds. It's obvious you are not in my mind, Mr. Austria.

I grip the counter tightly and bite back my groans as I resist to call out to my precious little boy.

I'm sick. To think of his pouty lips and soft pink tongue in a moment like this. Yet it feels so right as I pound into this man with his need to pull me closer and into another kiss.

Lovino.

Lovino.

How much I wish it were you beneath me instead. Still, I wait and use my only other reliever to keep you away for only a few moments longer.

When he leaves, I am left not nearly satisfied enough, but just barely enough to keep you at a safe standing point.

If he ever knew what I really imagined, it would be the end of you and me. And I will do anything to keep you right at my side. Even if it cost the world a few fellow nations.

Sleep well, my darling little boy. You are mine, and I will not have it any other way.