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30 Minutes In Heaven

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Pairing: Spamano


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The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.

The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.

There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing still and distracted enough not to notice him. He looked for any available hiding place and when he found one he was there faster than a fat kid on a donut. Or Alfred on a cheeseburger... whichever comparison you prefer.

And now the meeting was in full swing, or at least the limey bastard was trying to get it started. He started shouting, then the American started talking (or shouting, Lovino didn't know the difference), then the French asshole would try and molest someone and then the tomato bastard would look this way and smile that oh-so-fucking-happy smile in his direction and Lovino wished to God that the ground would open up and swallow him up because he sure as hell didn't want to be here with all these lunatics. Yes, lunatics because that's exactly what they were.

It didn't take long before the potato bastard decided to call a break. Lovino breathed a sigh of relief then he groaned in annoyance; this meant he would have to avoid everyone he hated... which was the whole meeting room, Goddamn it.

He stood up and exited the room quickly. He glanced down the hall; he was one of the first out of the room so he didn't have to worry about talking to people he didn't care about. He took a right and decided to try and find something to drink. Why did the meeting have to be held in America's country? There were many reasons why Lovino hated coming here and if we listed them then we would be here all fucking week.

Lovino shoved his hands in his pockets; why did he have to attend this awful meeting. He would have loved for Feliciano to attend it alone but then he realised that if he did, he would probably die, or get kidnapped, or lost, or in the wrong country or he would piss someone off and they would declare war and he could cry and cry until the potato bastard came and bailed him out as usual and then the vicious cycle would continue and that was when Lovino realised that if he wasn't here too, Feliciano would probably end up mixed up in one... if not all of the above scenario's mentioned and then they would all be fucked.

He ran a hand through his hair. Why did being a nation have to be so complicated? Why did being a nation have to be so fucking difficult.

"Pssst, Lovi...!"

What the fuck was that?

Lovino turned his head and glanced down the hall. From the janitor's closet, he noticed a head poking out from behind the door. Said head sported a mop of wavy brown hair and from where he was standing he could see that the eyes were green and the skin was tanned. What the fuck was the tomato bastard doing now?

"Spain, what the fuck are you doing?" Lovino asked with a raised eyebrow. Antonio raised a finger to his lips then beckoned the Italian over to where he was. Lovino just looked more surprised. He didn't understand what he wanted.

"Spain, seriously... what—?"

"Lovi!" Antonio whined quietly and he glanced around again, "Come here!"

"Oh fucking fine... and don't call me that," The Italian huffed and trudged towards the closet. Spain had finally lost it. No scratch that; he lost it years ago. Today Lovino realised that the Spaniard had spiralled deeper into his insanity.

He stopped next to the door and he narrowed his eyes at the nation in front of him and he asked, "What the hell are you doing in there? You're not fucking stealing cleaning supplies are you?"

"No, silly," Antonio smiled and reached forward. His hand curled around Lovino's wrist and his smile broadened, "Come here," he tugged lightly, causing Lovino to stumble forward slightly into the man's embrace and before he knew what had happened, he was pulled into the closet and the door was shut behind them. Held tightly in Antonio's grip, he looked up at the Spanish man and asked, "I'll ask again, you fucking tomato idiot... what the fuck are you doing?"

"I figured we could make out for a while," Antonio purred in his ear. Lovino's cheeks blossomed into a bright red blush, though the dim light in the closet made it hard to notice. Did Lovino mention that he and Antonio had been dating for a few months? No? I didn't think so.

"Why in here?" Lovino asked weakly. Sometimes, this man was just too much for him to handle. Yes, he was raised by this idiot and he had known him his whole life but really? Sometimes he honestly was just too much for him to deal with.

"Because I know you don't like it in public, though I don't see why not," Antonio pouted cutely but he received a slap on the chest from Lovino, who by the way, was still blushing. Antonio didn't fail to notice that the blush still remained and he grinned widely, "Aww, you look like a tomato!" he cooed and pinched the flesh of Lovino's cheeks affectionately, which earned him another slap but this time it was ten times harder. He whined and pouted once again but Lovino was unforgiving.

"Do that again and you'll regret it."

"I love you," Antonio tried and leaned forward but the Italian denied him. He continued to pout instead and hoped that it would earn him a kiss eventually. Lovino raised an eyebrow again and he looked at the man who he loved but would never admit it to anyone. The pouting continued and the glaring from Lovino continued and then he just sighed. Antonio grinned and pressed his lips to Lovino's in a sweet yet excited kiss. The Italian kissed back, not that he would admit it was because he wanted too. No way would he ever admit that out loud. Antonio slipped his arms around his waist and kept the Italian nation as close to him as he could. Lovino eventually wrapped his arms around his neck and he felt Spain deepen the kiss slightly. He nipped at his lip and Lovino decided to be stubborn and deny him access. That was revenge for... he'd think of a reason later.

Antonio, to Lovino's dismay, had a plan and it was plan that would work. He raised one of his hands and gently took hold of his hair curl. Lovino's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red- if that was even possible- and he tightened his grip around his neck. Antonio smiled into the kiss and he started to rub the curl between his finger and them while watching for Lovino's reaction. The Italian was working so hard to not let that moan escape. He wouldn't let it out... he wouldn't; he refused too. This was just unfair!

Then Antonio tugged on the curl lightly and a needy gasp slipped out of the Italian and the Spanish man slid his tongue into his mouth victoriously. Lovino would have bit down on his tongue in disapproval if Antonio wasn't still rubbing and tugging on his curl in that way. He fidgeted slightly and his grip around his neck tightened again and that was when Antonio pushed him up against the wall. While one hand worked on the hair curl, the other had slipped up Lovino's shirt and was rubbing in small circular motions on his side. The Italian let out another unintentional needy moan and he pushed himself closer to Antonio, who loved this way too much.

Antonio's tongue rubbed against Lovino's and he had it explore every inch of his mouth- not that he hadn't done that already, he just loved doing it over and over and over again and he really loved it when Lovino returned the gesture like he as doing right now. The Italian's hands gripped Antonio's hair harshly as waves of pleasure coursed through his body. When the two needed air, they pulled away but Antonio wasted no time in attacking the tender area of Lovino's neck, where he sucked and nipped on the soft skin, causing the Italian to moan and gasp and the grip on his hair tightened ever so slightly. Antonio continued his work until he was satisfied with the large hickey he had placed on his neck and Lovino felt him smile against his skin. That bastard... Lovino had promised himself that this wouldn't happen again but it always did. No matter where the meeting was, Antonio would always find somewhere for them to make out.

The Spaniard moved away from his neck and captured his lips in a kiss once again but this time it was light and loving, not as passionate as the first but the passion was certainly there. Lovino returned the kiss, though he was STILL against the whole thing, and his grip around him loosened slightly. Antonio moved his head slightly to improve the kiss and placed both his hands on Lovino's waist once again and held the kiss for just a moment longer. He pulled away when both were satisfied and he smiled that cheerful smile of his and stated happily, "I love you."

"Whatever..." Lovino replied breathlessly. He moved one hand to his head and wiped away the sweat that had built up on his forehead. Antonio looked at his watch and sighed lightly, "The meeting will be starting again in a few minutes."

"Fuck..." Lovino groaned and leaned his head on Antonio's shoulder in despair. The Spaniard chuckled and placed a kiss on Lovino's hair lightly and rubbed his back, "It'll be all right, it'll be over soon and then we can go back to out hotel room!"

"Whatever..." Lovino groaned again and moved away from him. He sighed and Antonio moved to the door. He opened it slightly and peeked outside to make sure no one was around. When the coast was clear the two of them exited the closet and walked in opposite directions to the meeting room.

When they returned, Lovino's slightly messy hair and flushed cheeks told everyone what he'd been up to during their half hour break.
I honestly think that Spamano is my new OTP. Seriously, ever since my newest story I just love these two 3

This random little one-shot was written for three reasons. One: I haven't written a one-shot for a long time. Two: Spamano is sexy. Three: To take a break from my stories. I will update my USUK stories some time this week, I promise.

Comment please. It makes Lovino happy. It might even make him smile just a little bit. You wanna see Lovi smile, right? Then drop a comment~ Thanks!
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