~AN~ Hello again, lovelies! I love all the reviews I've been getting. I never thought this story would be this popular. But, I'm really feeling the love! The author who inspired this chapter was inspired by Coffee-Flavored Fate, a writer on here who only writes Romerica in the Hetalia fanbase on this site. You should go check them out! I hope Romano is in character! I didn't have Alfred call Romano 'Lovino', because I believe only Spain calls him that.

Summary- The other nations have noticed America has started wearing these weird, colored bracelets. What do they mean? The nations are determined to find out.

~Disclaimer~ I do not own Hetalia.

Color of fifth broken bracelet- Glittery Yellow

Meaning- indicates kissing and hugging is acceptable

Slight pairing alert: America/S. Italy(Romano) or Alfred/Lovino

Warnings: Maybe slight OOC-ness...? Lovino's mouth and super inappropriate touching in an alleyway in Rome. XD

Last minute note: I know this bracelet's meaning might give different mental pictures to different people, but to me, hugging and kissing means groping/ full-on making out. But if even if you don't picture that, read it anyway! This incident takes place 1 month after the Eiffel Tower one.

"Have you chosen your gelato flavor yet, bastard?", a very pissed off Romano asked grumpily. He stood there glaring at America, who was still looking at the menu in the gelato shop by the Trevi Fountain. Romano could feel his gelato melting in the hot sun. They needed to go.

"Ummm...Can I get the coffee-flavored kind?", the blonde asked the woman behind the counter. The woman nodded and held out her hand. Alfred looked at her with a confused look. Romano sighed impatiently. Did America have to be this American all the time?

"It's fuckin' obvious she wants you to pay first, so she knows you have enough money to buy the fuckin' gelato!", the shorter man said, his voice rising in intensity with every word. Romano paused to lick some of his, specially customized, tomato-flavored gelato off his hand*. By this time, the American had given the woman a 10 euro bill, gotten his change, and was waiting on her to put the ice cream in the cup.

"Thank you!", Alfred said when he took the cup of gelato and turned back to Romano.

"Are you finally ready, idiot?"

"I didn't take that long...did I? The hero never takes too long! Everyone else just moves too fast!"

"15 minutes, asshole. "

"Sorry, Romano." At least America had the decency to look a little ashamed. For 5 seconds.

"Whatever, bastard. Let's go."

"Yeah! Let's go see that fountain!" Romano rolled his eyes in annoyance. The shorter Italian walked out of the gelato shop with the taller blonde in tow. They admired the Trevi Fountain for a few minutes so they could finish their ice cream.

"This is so cool, Romano! But, the Statute of Liberty is obviously better!"

"You bastard!" Romano punched America on the arm and stormed off in the direction of the hotel the nations were staying at. Alfred had to run to catch up. On the way back to the hotel, America had begun speeding up his steps, walking a little ways in front of the Italian. Romano was starting to having trouble keeping up(only a little, damn it!). Why is this motherfucker walking so damn fast?, he thought.

"Will you slow down, idiota!", the darker man yelled, grabbing America's right wrist, the one with those bracelets on it. Romano pulled roughly on Alfred's wrist, not realizing that his finger had hooked in one of the accessories, having a broken glittery yellow bracelet in his hand when he it pulled back. Both countries stopped and stared at the broken bracelet clenched loosely in the Italian's hand. The shorter dropped the bracelet like it had the plague. Alfred started walking towards the other with his 'hero' smile on his face.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me! I'll buy you a new one, I swear!", a terrified Romano screeched, taking a few uneasy steps away from the blonde. He was not scared, dammit! It was just a cheap bracelet that could easily be replaced. But, that look in America's eyes was a little weird and the shorter man did not like it. Why is he smiling like he does when he claims he is the hero? He looks like he just won the the fucking lottery! The Italian gasped sharply when Alfred grabbed his wrist and pulled him to an alleyway. Romano struggled to free his wrist from the blonde's grasp, but the other was too strong. Why is this son of a bitch so strong?, he wondered.

"Would you let the fuck go!" America ignored him. When they were inside the alleyway, Alfred pushed the other against the wall and pressed his body against Romano's.

"What are you doing? Get off me, idiot!" This could not not be happening. Especially not in a fucking alleyway. The shorter tried to push Alfred away, but that did not work.

"I said get o-!" Romano could not finish his demand, because America had put his lips on his. Romano did not want to kiss him back, but that changed when the blonde's hands started roaming on his hips and ass. The Italian could not deny that Alfred was good with his hands.

"Why won't you do anything, Romano?", the taller man whispered in the darker man's ear when they had pulled apart for air. Said man shivered at the low, husky tone of the younger man's voice.

"Why don't you show me how good you Italians really are." That comment got Romano going.

"You want to know how good I can be, bastard? Then just sit back and enjoy." Romano hooked his fingers in Alfred's beltloops on his jeans, pressing their bodies together tighter and started to copy the American's movements. The Italian could not believe he was complying to America's challenge, but he had to show the other how good Italians were on the subject of passion. Alfred licked Romano's lower lip, asking for entrance, which Romano granted. America groaned low in his throat when the Italian lightly bit his tongue. In return, the taller man massaged the Italian's butt with his larger hands. Romano's moan would have been a little on the loud side if America's tongue had not been in his mouth. Both nations broke away for much needed air but did not let go of each other. Romano let his head fall back to rest against the wall behind him, trying to slow his breathing. The shorter man felt the other nuzzling his neck.

"You were right, you Italians are good at this sort of thing." Alfred may have laughed breathily, but that annoying laugh still kind of showed through.

"You bet your ass we are, idiot."

"5 down, 11 to go.", America said against the Italian's neck.

Romano was too out of breath to ask what that meant.

*About the tomato-flavored gelato, that is not an actual flavor, but I feel Romano might force the gelato makers in Italy to make some just for him.

PLEASE READ THIS!: I've been getting some questions about when I'm doing Russia. Don't worry Russia/America fans, Russia does break a bracelet, but the color is a secret..XD

~AN~ This one was actually really fun to write! I don't feel dirty this time! The only reason I felt dirty when I wrote the America/France chapter, was because France makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes with the stuff he does. Yes, there really is a gelato shop right next to the Trevi Fountain. I know this, because I went to Rome, and Athens, over spring break. The woman in the shop gave me free gelato. She is my new favorite person. They actually do have coffee-flavored gelato and it's really good. The next chapter will be more cannon...*coughCanadacough*