AN/ HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT? I'VE GOT WORD NOW! YAAAAAY! However, school has also started. BOOOO! So while I now have the ability to upload things functionally, I don't have the time. But I will try my hardest to upload things as quickly as possible! Although this will probably be the last of this little strange connection of one-shots, because I don't really have more of the poem to work with. HOWEVER, if I do come up with more, this may be updated!

I would just like to say that I LOVE you guys for reading and reviewing and favoriting and so on! THANK YOU! Please keep giving me feedback to help improve my writing!

(EDITED 9/20/11: So there were a few glaring errors I noticed that needed fixing, and I edited a few things to try and swing Lovi back into character a little more on the suggestion of my 'e-wife', lovejonesy! *hearts* (Go read her stuff!) I've missed you in my life! And thanks for the tips! ...kay that's all. WATCH GLEE, MY LOVELIES!)

I do not own Hetalia or its characters (as so many others have said, if I did, there would be a lot more Spamano. Even though it's totally already canon. Hello.)- HOWEVER, the little poem thing at the beginning of this chapter is my own creation, and I am quite proud of it. Thank you. =)

The Secret (of Us)

PART 2

Your lips on mine is my best-kept secret-

Not even the best and brightest have been able to see it.

Our greatest fear is being caught, and yet somehow not-

I love you too much to care that we are not quite as we ought.

"…and I swear, if that wino-bastard thinks he can get away with something funny just because the meeting is in his lame-ass country, he's got another fucking thing coming." I hum to myself contently as I listen to my 'angry' boyfriend vent out his anxieties on the way to today's meeting, where the half-nation would give a report of his own about global warming and how to deal with it. He'd been asked by first Germany, then a desperate and aggravated England, to present a counter-idea to America's "super-hero" plan; after much swearing and a few thrown items (that poor tomato never stood a chance…), the elder twin agreed, but only because America's idea was, and I quote, "the stupidest fucking idea I've ever heard of, damnit."

Which explains our current situation of a very anxious South Italy cursing out the world and squeezing my hand to pieces. As we come to a stoplight, I lean over to kiss him, cutting him off mid-rant with a few well-timed licks and bites to his soft, plump lips. He falls silent, and for a moment almost kisses back, before he jerks away, his face my favorite shade of tomato-red. He's pouting adorably while his eyes narrow at me, though I can see the pleased surprise in their golden depths.

"Bastard, I've told you not to do that in public! What if someone sees? No one's supposed to know about us yet." I gently ease the car back into motion as the light turns green, my heart fluttering briefly at his choice of 'yet', before giving him a warm, loving smile.

"Oh Lovi, why are you even worrying about it? Even if people were to know, no one would care- in fact, I probably couldn't count the number of people who are betting on when we'll hook up on two hands, or with my feet!" I wiggle my fingers in his grasp gently, and he clamps down on them briefly, shoot me an irritated glance and a mutter of 'just because you can't count past twenty'. But then his grip relaxes, and a smile of pure joy splits across my face as his thumb gently and oh-so-hesitantly strokes the back of my hand in something akin to an apology.

"Besides, cariño- if your brother and even France haven't figured out that we're already lovers, we have nothing to worry about, sí? I shoot him a teasing smile, and his cheeks darken once more, glancing away with his trademark scowl.

"But…" He hesitates, clearly fighting with himself over something; I lift our connected hands and tenderly kiss each knuckle in silent encouragement. "I don't want other people to know about us yet because then this won't be just ours!" I start slightly in surprise at his exclamation, watching him in concern as his shoulders begin shaking with repressed emotions, his face turned away.

"Lovi, what do you mean? This will always be ours…" He turns back toward me angrily, his brows furrowed and his lips turned down at the corners, his eyes shining slightly with tears.

"No, you don't understand, you stupid tomato bastard. If we tell other people, then they'll be sticking their fucking noses in our business and trying to control it. And it won't be just ours… I- I only want to be in a relationship with you, not the other idiots who would be butting in…" His head drops and his bangs slide in front of his eyes, but I can still see a single tear slipping over a flushed cheek. My eyes soften, and I pull into the nearly-empty parking lot in front of the conference hall, silently glad that my little lover had demanded we get there early to setup.

I click the car off and pull the boy –young man- across the seat and into my lap, ignoring his grunt of surprise and choked objection. "What the hell are you doing, damnit?" I quiet him with a soft kiss on each of his adorable cheeks, brushing away the trail the unnoticed tear left behind with my lips.

"My sweet Lovino, don't worry about other people- no one else matters by us. That's why it's a relationship, not an orgy." He bats me upside the head gently, though I can see the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. "But in all seriousness-" He cuts me off with a small smirk.

"You can be serious?" There's my old Lovino.

"It doesn't matter what other people say or think or anything- this relationship is about you and me. No one else's opinion matters unless we let it, sí? So this will always be just ours." I give him a warm grin, and I savor his steadily darkening blush before he buries his head against my shoulder. My arms wrap around him even tighter without conscious thought, and I kiss the top of his head softly. "Te amo, mi cariño." I feel his smile against my neck before he pulls back to give me a playful scowl.

"Yeah yeah, ti amo bastardo… Antonio." He leans forward to kiss me before I can say anything in return, and I chuckle against his lips, content to keep my thoughts to myself. 'So cute… my Lovi.'

AN/ Again, thank you so much for reading, and please review! See you next time!

Love always,

~Spain