A/N: =AAA= AHHHH! I FEEL SO GUILTY! I haven't been able to update this fic for heckuva long time! SO sorry that school has not been entirely forgiving, and homework and projects are piling up!(not to mention I was away on vacation and procrastination awaits)

Ah well, that aside, I really want to thank ALL OF YOUUS for the purty reviews! I never thought it'll surpass 20! Or even 30! (yes, I calculated each chapter's reviews, that's how awesome I am XDD) So which is why, I decided to continue this fic instead of Bolognese and Beer….successfully neglecting my OTP. (and my school work, mind you)

Okay,..So I have been neglecting this fic too..but hey! All that matters is that I had taken my time to update this thing! So better be grateful! XD

By the way, here is reply for the anonymous reviewer:

Espaa: thank you so much for notifying me! I'll make sure to replace it from now on! Truthfully I just google translate some of the Spanish here so I don't really know ^^"

Ah, now that that's done, let's continue! I was actually reconsidering to recap but- augh…why am I even writing this anymore, you guys would probably scroll down anyways! Now stop reading this AN and enjoy the …..*counts fingers* 5th chappie!

Disclaimer: I never owned Hetalia. That was until Himaruya sensei's amazing idea conquered my heart, and I had owned Hetalia. In my heart, deeeeep deeeeep deeeeep in my heart. Uhi.

Romano blinked.

Then realized what the tomato bastard had meant.

Then flushed deep red.

Flailing his arms, Romano started to babble incoherent words. Some that may be identified as "BASTARD! PERVERT! LEAVE NOW!" which only covered, at the most, a quarter of his rant.

"Why Lovi? What do you mean? Taking baths isn't something to be embarrassed about! It's a completely decent procedure that can cleanse the body of an individual-" Antonio ducked a bucket aiming his head.

"I-I know EXACTLY what you meant you BASTARD!" Romano kept launching varieties of bath apparels to the poor Spaniard. Grabbing a shampoo bottle out of nowhere, and threw the object towards Antonio. The bottle missed by an inch, insides forcefully squeezed against the hard walls of the bathroom, marring each of the ceramic tiles.

"Lovino! Please listen to me!" Antonio ducked as another object flew past his head. "I only want to have a decent bath!" A flying toothbrush." I want us to be clean!" A tube of toothpaste "I want you to be clean!" A bar of soap; hmm… Improvement.

Romano had finally run out of things to say, and things to launch at his victim.

"Please, Lovi-Lovi~" Antonio peeked out between the corners of the bathroom, a rabbit finally able to escape the wrath of the fox.

Romano huffed grumpily, averting his eyes from the Spaniard's emerald ones.

The Italian sighed. "Fine." Upon seeing the latter's delighted features, Romano quickly short lived his state with a, "BUT!"

"If you dare touch me in inappropriate places, during the time we enter the bathtub", Romano had a dark gleam in his eyes, menacing dark aura surrounding him as he eyed the Spaniard monstrously. "I swear," he said, cracking his knuckles, " I will cut your super marzano."

Antonio gulped.

"Ah, s-si! Mi tomate!" Antonio started inching to the Italian, despite the purple-ish aura illuminating the room; gently placing his tanned hands on the little tomato's shoulder, he attempted to take off the Italian's coarse uniform, only having a certain nation's hand blocking his way.

"No." Romano shooed the offending hand away. Antonio looked up with a sad puppy face.

Romano sighed.

"No! Remember? No touching!" Romano reprimanded the Spaniard.

The latter all but grinned. "But Lovi, I hardly think that your shoulder is an inappropriate place to touch, si?" Antonio continued to roam his hands up and down the Italian's arm, predatory eyes gazing hungrily at the latter's lithe frame.

Romano shuddered. "S-Stop it you bastard!" The Italian attempted to swat the Spaniard's tan hand away, but found himself complying to the gentle caresses.

"Hmm? But why?" Antonio teasingly drew lazy circles on the Italian's shoulder with his finger, leaving an invisible spiral trail. His free hand started creeping under the oversized shirt, tickling him with light and feathery touches.

Romano snapped.

"I SAID STOP, YOU BASTARD!" with a backward kick on the Spaniard's guts, Romano had successfully freed himself from the Antonio's arms, with the satisfying result of said perverted bastard clutching his torso in pain. Antonio croaked weakly, "B-but part of the agreement was that I'm not allowed to touch you in the time we enter the bathtub…"

Romano quickly ended his internal victory dance and flushed deep red. Without thinking, he began to shed his oversized shirt, and scrambled towards the bathtub.

"Hah! Now that I'm in the bathtub, you are not allowed to touch me!"

Lovino huffed and puffed in the tub, and bent over to turn the faucet on, oblivious to the fact that the Spaniard had in fact been watching him all along; predatory eyes trailing towards the round, and ever so squeezable butt. The Spaniard gulped, and averted his eyes towards the glossy tiles in an attempt to take his mind off the beautiful scenery presented to him.

But we all know that's impossible right?

Therefore Antonio, having regained his composure marched towards the tub, quickly shedding off whatever article was left, ogling the sight of the naked Italian right before his eyes. Pinkish, perky nipples standing proudly, along with that delicious slightly tanned skin. Yum. The Spaniard unconsciously licked his lips.

Romano finally noticed the look that Antonio was giving him, and decided to snap the Spaniard off his trance.

"He-hey! Why are you looking at me like that? S-Stop it you pervert!" Romano crawled backwards in fear.

"Ah? Am I not allowed to look at you mi tomate? Am I that repulsive?" Antonio smiled as he continued to clamber towards the tub, eyes never leaving the Italian's lithe form.

"N-No! But- you promised! Y-you bastard!" Romano cried out, shifting further and further away from the advancing Spaniard.

Antonio all but grinned, "Of course I will keep my promise Lovi-Lovi! I will never touch you in inappropriate places!"

Romano furrowed his brows unbelievingly. "How do I know that for sure? You can lose control so easily, being the perverted tomato bastard you are." Romano crouched to turn the faucet on, warm water started pouring down the slightly tanned figure, blanketing the Italian's form with a wet layer of streaming water.

Antonio gulped for the second time that day, the image of Romano became more and more appealing to his eyes. With the Italian's hair completely drenched, along with the tantalizing, wet layer of water covering his body…. Oh how Antonio envied that stream of water…running over his precious Lovi's body like that…

Antonio continued to watch the little show Romano had put up for him, all the while holding in his libido; about to go nuts at the alluring sight.

Antonio had it.

Rushing towards the bathtub, he absent-mindedly pounced on the Italian's unsuspecting form. "What- What the hell are you do- mmph!"

Lovino was quickly silenced by a deep and searing kiss from the Spaniard, whose tongue batted out of its cage, attempting to coax the Italian's mouth open. Lovino tried desperately to push the Spaniard away from him, which only just ended up in making leverage out of Antonio's body whose upper body is now leaning closer to the smaller figure than of his lower.

Lovino, breathlessly gasped for air, which gives the Spaniard an opportunity to sneak his tongue inside his warm, wet cavern, battling the Italian's tongue with his own, playfully rubbing against the Italian's teeth and roof, penetrating the moist area. The Italian whimpered. The lack of oxygen was too much for him to handle!

"OW!" Antonio hastily retreated from the kiss; still trying to catch up with his own supply of air.

"Why'd you bit me Lovi-Lovi? Did you not enjoy it-" Antonio was cut off with a brute force.

"OF COURSE NOT! You BASTARD!" Despite saying so, Romano was indistinguishably trying to catch up with his own breath; cheeks flushed a ripe tomato red, with a visible string of saliva running down his chin. Not to mention, the heat of the steam was starting to affect him in not-so appropriate places.

'Th-This was not supposed to happen! How the hell can I manage to sport a boner at a time like this!' Romano thought agitatedly. Save for his luck, the said Spaniard began to wander his eyes over the smaller nation's southern region. Grinning when Romano quickly attempted to cover his 'little' Romano that had dutifully awakened from its slumber. His little Lovi-Lovi is really too sensitive!

"Wha-What are you looking at? Y-you PERVERT!" Romano avoided any form of eye contact with the leering Spaniard. This seemed to have pulled said Spaniard out of his dream world, and back to the ever so beautiful reality.

"Ah, me? I'm just marveling at how beautiful you look Lovi~" At this, the Italian all but scowled, threatening the Spaniard of all the wonderful things he would do once the Spaniard would start to make his move on him.

"Ah, don't you trust me querida? After all, I did promise you to keep my hands away from your 'special' parts. So you have absolutely nothing to worry about!" Antonio quickly ducked from a flying rubber ducky, which had missed its desired target and landed on the floor with a prominent squeak.

"Don't fuck around with me! Do you think I can trust you after all that shit you put me through? If you think that I would be able to trust you now, then you're DAMN WRONG! You bastard." Romano spat.

Antonio quickly recovered from the fail throw. "But-but Mi Querido! Why won't you trust me! After all I did agree on what would happen if I happen to lose my control! And its not a pretty thought either…" Antonio mumbled, trying to stop his damn eyes from ogling the piece of heaven specially presented to him from the Gods above.

Romano flinched. It's not that he didn't trust the bastard, but to imagine what sorts of perverted things he would do to him! It nearly scared him. Nearly. Romano took a deep breath, and sighed. "Come on in then." Antonio looked up with a hopeful expression.

"R-really?"

"Yes, Really! Now get your ass here before I change my mind! You bastard!" Romano turned his back on the Spaniard.

Antonio took no time to plunge inside the tub. The area instinctively became narrower than ever before, the Italian struggling to provide more space for both the nations, and yet failing to do so. In the end, both nations were squashed against one another…very suggestively. The Spaniard's face dangerously close to his little Lovi's "erogenous zone", whilst the Italian's lithe figure pressing against the Spaniard's broad, toned chest.

This time, Romano was one to break the silence.
"He-hey…now that we're in the bath tub, you're not going to do anything stupid right?" Romano's cheeks turned a hue of scarlet.

Antonio struggled to face the Italian, but ended up facing the younger nation's side instead. "Ah? Well why would you think so Lovi-lovi? Unless you're secretly wishing for it to happ-"

"I NEVER SAID THAT!" Romano cut him off.

The cramped space was filled with silence once more, with the two nations uncomfortably sandwiched against the wall, and as well as each other.
Antonio breathed in the younger nation's scent.
It was pleasant. A little bit of musk, peppered with further dissimilar sweet smelling spices, and a tint of tomato.
It was addicting to say the least.

As Antonio continued to devour the younger nation's scent, Romano had become gradually aware of the Spaniard's warm breath tickling the nape of his neck, sending him chills down his spine, and stirred his lower regions; not that he's actually going to admit it.

"Lovi, usted es tan lindo. "Antonio whispered softly near Romano's reddening ear. Romano felt goose bumps all over his body as the older nation whispered with such enticing, husky voice. Romano quickly held back a moan when he felt Antonio began to lick the outer shell of his reddening ear.

"hn- b-bastard- stop! I told you-" Romano gasped as he was spun backwards, facing towards the Spaniard, trapped against the bathroom wall and the older nation's body, Antonio's built arms caging glued to the wall behind him, eyes gleaming dangerously.

Antonio tsk-ed. "This is why you must be more smarter with what you say, mi querido" Antonio's eyes had a menacing gleam as he continued to taunt the Italian.

"You told me not to touch you at inappropriate places, that does not mean that I can't lick you, or kiss you, nor embrace you, at inappropriate places." Antonio leaned down to capture the younger Italian's mouth with his own, muffling the younger nation's protests and whimpers, retreating for air, as he accentuated his statement with a 'si?'

Romano gulped. He realized how captivating the older nation's eyes looked. 'M-must have been the lighting or some sort' he mused. The Italian stepped backwards, as he continued to avoid the Spaniard's seductive leer.

"but th-that doesn't mean that-" Romano was cut by a pair of lips capturing his own. The Italian gasped as Antonio snuck his tongue inside the younger nation's warm cavern.
As their kiss was starting to get heated, the Spaniard hastily pulled away with a strand of saliva connected to both the nation's lips. Antonio licked the remaining saliva off his mouth, as he continued to land butterfly kisses on the younger Italian's neck, trailing downwards to his torso.

"ha-nn! Stop! You idiot- aah!" Romano struggled to pry off the older nation devouring him. Just as the older nation was about to go further south, the sound of the doorbell bounced off the bathroom walls.

Both nations paused.

"Hey-get off me already! There's someone at the door!" Romano tried to push Antonio off of him.

"I'm sure its not important Lovi, not as important as this, at least." The older nation uncharacteristically replied as he continued his journey further downwards, but halted by the Italian.

"B-but- there's- what if it IS someone important? My fratello could be there you jerk! Screaming for help! What if the potato bastard is there with him! I have to go and get the door!" Romano demanded.

Antonio gave a cold stare, as he removed his arms from the wall. Romano sighed in relief.

"I'm letting you go, Lovi." He smirked. "if in return, you allow me to touch you."

Romano paused.

"What- That's not part of the deal! Either you let me go or-" The younger nation screeched as Antonio's arms flew to the wall, trapping him once again.

"then I won't let you go, mi querido." The Spaniard whispered huskily against his ear.

Romano gulped. The doorbell rang a few more times, considering the short range the doorbell between one ring to another, the guest must have been pretty impatient. Could it be his fratello? He had to find out!

Romano took a deep breath, "fine"

Antonio had never been so happy in his life.

The Spaniard quickly loosened his tight grip on the wall, and groped the younger Italian's sides, causing the latter to squeak in surprise.

"Wh-What are you doing! I said I'm going to get the door!" The Italian struggled to remove the perverted hands of a certain Spaniard off his waist.

"Lovi, you said I could touch you. I did allow you to get the door, so go and get the door." The Spaniard grinned.

"Wh- DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GET THE DOOR WITH YOU DANGLING DOWN MY BACK!" Romano yelled in fury.

"well now that you mention it, that would be a great idea, si?" Antonio grinned as he snuck his hands over to the younger Italian's pert nubs.

"Aah! What are you doing! Get off me you per-aah!" The Italian continued his struggle to escape the perverted spaniard's hold.

"hmm, lovi, we wouldn't get this done in time to answer the door, what do you say to keeping your mouth shut for a little while." Antonio bent down to lick his tomato's perfect rosy nubs, relishing in Lovino's little whimpers and moans.

"aah-stop,,,my,,,,ah!...fratello…!" Romano's moans were music to the perverted Spaniard's ear, the faint impatient sound of the doorbell left unattended.

"vee~ Ludwig, I think fratello's not home." The northern Italian pouted, eyes starting to well up with tears.

"Ja. I agree. We have been standing for about half an hour now." The older blonde nodded in agreement, attempting to push the bell once again, pausing as he heard hurried footsteps coming towards the door along with a faint familiar cussing.

The door was finally unbolted, revealing a panting southern Italian, clothes disheveled, and hair disarrayed, a tomato- red hue covering his cheeks.
Standing behind him, is the ever so cheery Spaniard, a maniacal grin covering his face.

"Sorry to keep you waiting… Doitsu and Ita-chan~"

….*shields from reader's disappointed glares *
Okay okay, I know this chapter doesn't have the bath smex you have all been waiting for,…..but you know~ I tried my besstt! And even after multiples of research (yes, research) I still couldn't do the bath sceeeeeene~~~~ *sobs in a corner*

Erhem…back to the topic. So I feel very responsible for the major lack of updates *bows * I promise you I would be continuing this soon enough! I would try my best to squeeze in a lemon (ha!pun) in the next chapter!
Hopefully this update won't leave you all dissatisfied!
Once again, I thank you to all the readers out there! And also to all who reviewed, favorited my stories and added me to their favorite author's list :') I adore you all~
Now then! See you in the next chapter!
all those who reviews will have a piece of lovino's tomato plump cheeks!
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