A/N: Here's the continuation of the fic, just some short little thing to give you an idea of what happened afterward. Think of this as a small bonus for the fans, or whatever. This way, I won't be drowning in reviews of people begging for a sequel. I don't even intend for this story to get a sequel because it was just something I wrote out of pure boredom. Sorry.

Well, sit back and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers still isn't mine. But I'll keep my hopes up.

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Don't Touch The Curl! Bonus chapter

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Time flew right by after Spain's little encounter what Romano's lone hair curl that fascinated him so much. At least three and a half hours must have passed and the older nation had been doing other things around the house like gardening and watching TV to pass time until he finally would wake up.

Finally, Romano started stirring a little in his sleep. After fighting with his eyes to open them up, which he narrowly won, he removed his hands from around his pillow and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

God, he felt so strange. He felt nearly about as tired and full of sexual tension as he had when he went to sleep. But he was glad that he had woken up when he did; he was having this very unusual dream about a certain tomanto-loving bastard. This wasn't an ordinary dream, it felt so real but it sure as hell was sexy too. When Romano stretched his arms and glanced over at the full length mirror in the corner of the room he was shocked to see that his hair was tousled completely, his curl was kind of kinky (double meaning, anyone?) and looked like it had been messed with, his face was hot and flushed a deep red, and the rest of his skin was looking flushed as well.

Wait a minute.

Romano promptly threw back the covers and rolled out of the bed to his feet. Sure enough, his extremely panicked suspicions were correct. The spot where he had been lying down at was soaked. And we know what you're thinking, but this was a different kind of bed wetting if you know what I'm saying. Waaay different.

"How the fuck did this happen?" Romano growled, his chucks flushing more now in anger. He could vividly remember that dream, not that he hadn't enjoyed it. 'Cuz apparently he DID. He pretty much stomped into the bathroom to get cleaned up and then he swore after doing this he would go show a certain Spanish man just what he thought of him. (Cough, tsundere alert, cough)

But it wasn't like Romano didn't know what has happened. He knew it very well after having Spain tug at that curl earlier in the hall. He knew he shouldn't have decided to take his siesta right after being aroused like that. He just wanted to sleep and maybe get himself away from all this embarrassment that was that damn curl's fault.

Of course, why should he even be upset about this? It wasn't the first time he'd had this kind of dream before, especially about Spain. Much to the very tsundere Italian's mortification, he'd actually have these occasionally about him. But he'd go to extreme lengths to hide it and keep this a closely guarded secret. Though it was admittedly difficult to cover up after the very clueless man would catch him taking out the sheets and whatnot to wash.

After taking a quick shower and dressing, Romano had exited the bedroom and went straight down the hall. A really dark aura radiating off him in the process.

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One place that tomato bastard would usually be at a lot was the kitchen. It seemed like he ate quite a lot during the day, though it was strange as to why he never really got fat. But anyway, Romano decided that he would check there first, and then his eyes had zeroed in on the target. Whom was just sitting on the empty counter and taking a bite into the aforementioned fruit, causing red juice to drip off. It almost looked erotic. But Romano immediately discarded that thought and walked in, mumbling a greeting.

Spain, surprised that Romano actually woke up this early, stared, swallowed the bite of the tomato, and placed it back on the counter. "Oh, hello Lovi~! You're up kind of early... I was-"

"Don't give me any of that." Romano interrupted, now knitting his brows together and giving him this pissed look. "It's because of you that I had one hell of an afternoon nap, and it wasn't in a good way!"

"I'm not understanding any of this..." Spain dismissed calmly, sighing afterward. Romano's eye had twitched at this.

"It's because of what you had done to my damn hair curl earlier in the hall, dumbass! And I know that you must have molested it or something in my sleep because I felt it getting tugged several times!" An embarrassed, hot blush rushed into Romano's cheeks and he nearly hesitated to continue, but forced himself to do it anyway. But he would need to go bang his head against something hard after this little episode. "It's not meant to be touched in any way at all...don't you GET IT?"

Spain just blinked and an awkward silence filled the room. He didn't get it, obviously. "What are you getting so embarrassed about? I can barely even understand what you're sputtering-"

"THE FUCKING CURL'S AN EROGENOUS ZONE, OKAY? NOW DO YOU GET IT? WHY DO YOU THINK I GET SO HORNY EVERY TIME YOU JUST RANDOMLY PULL ON IT!"

Now an EXTREMELY awkward silence filled the room after that...loud...confession of the curl's abilities. And realizing a little bit late how he has just yelled all of that, Romano wouldn't doubt it if his entire face was a dark crimson color and his eyes were so wide that it was impossible. He lowered his gaze to the floor and kept it locked there; nearly burning holes into it.

And Spain just stared without saying anything. His big green eyes widening as the very long seconds passed by. He could feel the blood rush into his cheeks and placed a hand behind his head. Well, at least he finally knew about that curl and why he has some weird fetish revolving around it.

That's why Romano had been acting so strangely whenever he had played with the curl earlier during his siesta! And those few times last week...and even centuries back when he was just a little bitchy chibi! He had...either unintentionally or intentionally turned him on all those times. And that must have been why he would be so sensitive about it and escape to his room and lock himself there for hours.

"So...that's why..." Spain suddenly felt like a big idiot for not realizing. How could he have not realized that he had turned Romano on all those times? ...Not like he REGRETTED doing that, he actually liked doing that. But he couldn't see that it was because of the curl he was getting so aroused. "But wait, doesn't your brother have a curl too...?"

"Yes. You haven't pulled at his before, have you...?" Romano questioned, anger and jealously beginning to burn in his eyes. But Spain merely shrugged the question off and then had replied that he was just so cute as a chibi that he couldn't help it. Though this didn't at all calm the tsundere Italian down at all.

"Well, ah, this is kind of awkward..." Spain pointed out after another long period of uncomfortable silence. In a desperate attempt at changing the subject, his moving gaze fell on the clock behind Romano and zeroed in. "Hey, it's getting late. I think I'll start making dinner-"

"Don't just change the subject!" Romano snapped. "You can't do that NOW after admitting that you thought that my brother was cuter than me when he was younger! You bastard!"

"Aw, come on, that was centuries ago." Spain nonchalantly replied. He got off the counter and walked up to Romano, chuckling in much amusement and playfully running his fingers through his dark brown hair, his tsundere housemate just glared and crossed his arms, hoping that maybe his face wasn't as red as it was feeling. "You've gotten so much more adorable over the years, though I must admit you always were~!"

"Tch, you're just trying to flatter me. But it won't work." Romano growled, this only fueled Spain's amusement so much more and somehow he knew it. The latter managed to sneak his fingers lower to the curl. They twitched as he got closer...and closer...and closer until they lunged for the curl and gave it a sharp tug and got wound around his finger. "Now I'm not going to just stand here and-CH-CHIGIIIIIII~! WHAT THE FUCK?"

"It never gets old!"

Trembling, Romano jumped back away from him and shuffled towards the wall. His breathing was quick and his heart was pounding, all from that sharp tug that the bastard SHAMELESSLY went for like it were something truly entertaining to do. And then he dared to say that it never got old, what the fuck was that supposed to mean? That he was nothing but a sex object? This was why Romano tried to avoid this nation as much as possible: any encounter with him would most likely either lead him to get so pissed off that his blood would just boil violently, or he would get that curl pulled and he'd emit a very embarrassing girly shriek and must go off alone to call down.

Spain walked closer to him and this caused Romano to press himself more and more against the wall and warily watch him to make sure he wouldn't attack the curl. He couldn't handle all this embarrassment that all lead back to that one erogenous zone. Maybe he was falling for the other nation or not, take your choice. Maybe this was why he felt so embarrassed whenever he would wrap his fingers around the lone, evil curl. And a lot more pleasure than usual pulling by others. Namely his air-headed brother by pure accident.

But, to his confusion, Spain turned and left the room. Yeah, believe it or not, he completely ignored his sexually aroused and mortified state; he didn't even bother to point it out or make the moment even more awkward by saying something totally stupid. This...this wasn't right. And Romano knew it.

After weighing his only options, which neither sounded appealing might I add, Romano sucked it up and walked away from the wall. He turned and stood in the doorway and gestured for Spain to come closer.

Of course, Spain was not sure about whether he should come closer or not. It wasn't that he didn't MIND being in close proximity with Romano; 'cuz he loved being that way a lot. But it was because he was sensing a lot of tsundere vibes just waving and radiating off of him. Why did he want him to come closer? Would he yell at him for randomly pulling at his curl intentionally now that he knew the mystery of it? That's the feeling he got. But he couldn't bring himself to walk away. So he...came closer.

And felt another pair of lips press roughly against his own. Followed by some hands to sneakily creep up to around his head and claw into his slightly-curly brown locks.

Being as slow as he tended to be, it took Spain EXACTLY close to one minute before he realized what was happening. Romano had just...willingly kissed him and was really into it.

Oh hell yes.

Eagerly and without no hesitation whatsoever, Spain decided to kiss back. Just as roughly. His eyes closed in pleasure and his hands managed to grab a hold of his lower back, inches away from his ass, and grip.

The next several seconds were a total blur. But in an extremely good way. Span, however, decided to be a little mischievous and sneak his hand up Romano's back, to his neck, and finally grabbing the curl and stroking and twirling around his finger slowly, yet passionately. And he could hear Romano moan into the kiss. But this was not enough.

He sharply tugged at the curl, Romano broke the kiss briefly long enough to shriek in total shock, and Spain took advantage and roughly pressed his lips back to the aroused Italian's; slipping his tongue in and exploring nearly every inch of his mouth. In that order is what happened.

Theoretical fireworks once again exploded in both of their heads. Truly, neither wanted to end this moment. But Romano gradually regained awareness of reality, eyes snapping open and his face burning. He released his hold and broke the kiss, separating away from him and trying to compose himself. And failing.

Spain meanwhile, was very annoyed that he had ended this so suddenly. He personally wanted it to last a long time. Maybe even all night long. But, noting Romano's obvious embarrassment, that all drained away. "What's wrong?"

"I...I just..." Damn it, Romano really detested getting speechless like this. It really was annoying and it just made Spain smirk. Smirk. Tch. Who knows what was going through his mind... "Oh, screw it. I'm going back to my room." He huffed and started walking away. He hoped that Spain couldn't hear his heart about to explode from his chest or notice him briefly touching his lips from the sharp, tingling sensation in them.

"Well, that was great while it lasted..." Spain muttered to himself with a sigh, turning to go back into the kitchen and get something to eat.

"Oh, and," Spain froze and turned back to see Romano had stopped and turned back as well, the corners of his lips trying to twitch into what might have been a genuine smile attempting to form. Though he managed to stop it from happening. He was quiet for a few seconds, his face flushing further as he searched for the words he wanted to say. In a low and slightly embarrassed tone, he said, "Ti amo anche..." In an effort to hide his embarrassment and mask it with a typical scowl, Romano added; "Dumbass."

Romano decided to take his leave after that. He didn't say anything else, just sighing under his breath and going back to his room. Spain had just kind of stood there and stared like an idiot for several seconds as the words kind of sunk in. Along with realization.

No doubt, he must have heard his confession in his sleep somehow. And probably know knew that he had been playing with his...ahem...curl during that time. Well, this was really awkward. But yet, a smirk played onto his face. A rather naughty one. He finally was able to hear the words that he had been wanting to hear for a long time now. What...years? Centuries Oh God, a very long time!

Though a part of him had foreshadowed that it would at least be in Spanish. But, ah well, at least he had enough sense to have studied Italian to be able to know this. Just for these types of situations. And now that Spain thought about it...why the hell was he still standing there?

Very quickly and eagerly, Spain ran so fast after Romano to this room that one would think the floor underneath him would spontaneously combust or something. But this didn't matter. Once had burst into the room and found that his Lovi was waiting for him with nearly the exact same idea in mind, everything else in his mind was forgotten entirely.

Spain kicked the bedroom door closed and locked it with a quick click. And the rest of the night after that went by in a blur. A very satisfying and much-awaited blur. And it was all because of the Spanish man's obsessive curiosity...

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Yup. Lands were shaken, borders were invaded, and vital regions seized- *Shot multiple times* Okay, okay, you get it. I'll let you use your (perverted) imaginations to determine what happened after the curtain fell. I had considered turning this into a lemon you know. But I didn't have enough time, and my mind wasn't in the gutter enough at the moment. So I just left it as this. But I suppose it's okay as it is.

I know that it's kind of a typical topic of Spain figuring out about that kinky (double meaning, alert! *Shot again*) curl of Romano's. And I just had to join in on the fun and write about it too, didn't I? C: Could. Not. Resist.

I have soooo many ideas for Hetalia fanfics, people! Let's see...there's this idea about a CanadaxUkraine AU one, a collection of GerIta drabbles, a US/UK songfic taking place during their whole war and the affects, and a fic showing Romano's diary and his thoughts and feelings about his life (mostly about Spain~ *Shot by Romano this time*). O.O They're all so appealing. And I don't know which to write first! Why don't you readers let me know which one you want to see first? :3

Well, I hope 'ya enjoyed this little story. Please read and review!