Alright, so this story was kind of written off the top of my head listening to Cascada boredly for inspiration for my FIRST Spamano, as I don't ship it as most would think as I pretty much am Romano, I go for the less common pairings with Romano, like Prumano or Ameramano. (don't ask, I took….. a shot? of vodka) And now I am kind of derping, my parents don't know thankfully but on with the story~

Italics and '….' Are thoughts, all of it going to be Romano's, as it is like, Romano's pov, but not really, like 3rd person Romano….

I own nothing, if I did, it wouldn't be a very nice anime, in fact, all the females would be dead o.o and there would be yaoi EVERYWHERE :3

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'What…. Why is my head pounding?... Wait… who the fuck is lying next to me'

Sitting up, Lovino look over to his left, to were his window was placed, it was late, probably noon if the sun filtering through the window was anything to go by. Why must you ask he was up at noon, well, he did go to that party that the frog was hosting, he remembered Spain jabbering on and on about it, not giving him any rest. The Spaniard finally convinced him to go, and now here he was, with a heat source next to him, and now that he thought about it, a pounding headache.

Getting up, he totally forgot about the other heat source he had felt in bed and heads to the washroom connected with his own bedroom. Walking in, he does his morning, well now noon, business, before washing up. Freshened up, he walks out of the room, and stares wide eyed at the bed. Of all things that had to happen when he was drunk, sleeping with him was not something he would have ever planned on, whether it was rape or not.

Standing there dumbstruck, he doesn't realize the other occupant of the room getting up until he hears the moans of someone stretching their back and getting ready to get out of bed or at least sit up. Scared, Romano runs into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, uncaring he probably just awoken the other quicker then he would have liked.

Sliding down the backside of the door, he keeps quiet, trying to ignore the sounds of the other getting out of bed and getting their clothes on. Without saying anything, the other left the room, the small quiet closing of the door all of what was left of the other. Feeling safe enough to come out, Lovino opens the door and looks about warily before stepping out of the bathroom fully, his eyes shifting about nervously. Rushing about the room, he tidies up and strips the sheets from the bed heading to the laundry room to dump them there for later. Going back to his room, he goes straight for the pants he wore the night before, sure that his cell was in there. Finding the Japanese made device, he flips through his contacts list, trying to find the one person he knew he could talk to. Pressing the call button, he waits for the other to pick up.

He didn't have to wait long, after a ring or two, the called being greeted him happily, asking his usual pleasantries and inquiries about why Romano didn't go home with him the night before. Getting irritated with the Spanish bastard on the other line, though they were kind of going out, he puckered up the nerve to talk back.

"Will you shut up for a minute you stupid asshole?" Hearing silence, Romano takes a deep breath, his eyes starting to tear up but decides not to let the other hear him cry, he lets his information be known. "Antonio….. I slept with someone last night…."

"Wha?.. Roma~ whatever do you mean? Who in their right mind would sleep with you when you are with me? ~"

"I..." taking a deep breath, Romano struggles hard not to yell at the other on the other end of the call, his patience wearing thin and so is his mouth. Taking a few calming breaths, he responds quickly, his nerves having suddenly spiked forcing him to respond to the other quickly, albeit, probably a bit too fast. "I kindofaccidentally sleptwiththefroglastnight! There now you know…."

"Wait… Lovi, what did you say, I couldn't…." The silence that followed was cold and tension filled, hearing nothing, Romano was about to speak before he heard the hang up tone on the other end of the line. Looking about, his gaze was glazed over, his thoughts blank… empty. He knew, just knew what the hang up meant, knew that it was something that he was going to be regretting ever having done. Why.. why of all people did he have to cheat on Spain, though drunk, with? It had to be him… why France of all people?

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Well? Like it, hate it? I have no clue if this is ever going to hit things off, as I know I took it a bit faster than I should, but meh, sue me. Anyways, I OWN NOTHING, except for the plot