An irritated sigh left Lovino as he sat at the bar, a Spanish bar of all places, and let his eyes narrow in annoyance. His idiot of a brother had dragged him here, saying that "Ludwig brought me here and it was so much fun and you never get out and that he'd buy all the drinks," If it wasn't for the promise of free drinks, Lovino highly doubted he'd be here, especially when the entire place screamed that stupid Tomato Bastard.

The elder Vargas twin looked up when he heard his brother's laughter and his eyes narrowed. Just who was touching his brother now? He was about to get up when he heard the strum of a Spanish guitar, followed by the rapid drums and trumpets soon afterward. Soon the patrons of the bar, excluding Lovino, began clapping and trilling.

He clicked his tongue and went back to his drink, hoping to drink enough to be unable to remember this night.

That was, until he heard the breathy, lusty voice coming from the microphone. His eyes widened and his cheeks heated up.

Standing up on the stage, dressed in simple jeans and a skin-tight white button-up shirt was none other than Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, brown hair slightly held down by the sweat on his body. His green eyes held a sliver of his former Conquistador days and it sent a shiver up Lovino's spine, even if he weren't looking at him.

His slightly chapped lips parted as the introduction of the song ended, his body rocking with the beat of the song. "La encontré sola en un bar, Sentí el embrujo de su mirar, Y fui cayendo en su trampa de amor, La mentira es su juego..."

Lovino stiffened at the bar as each word washed over him, his eyes closing as he watched the Spaniard in the reflection of his glass. His body heat was already going up and he felt the undesirable urge to dance with the beat of the dance. He growled, ignoring the reddening of his cheeks that would compare him to his favorite food and did his best to ignore the voice.

"Un sabor animal, Me aguó la boca entre miel y sal, Su veneno se ha enredado en mi ser, Y salvarme no puedo..." Antonio continued singing. Being the nation of passion, he hardly, if ever, did any halfheartedly. If anything, he was putting one-hundred and fifty percent into this act. It was his one shot to completely turn his lover on without touching him.

Argh, Damn pomodoro bastardo, Lovino thought. His body was betraying him, as it always did whenever he heard more than a few words uttered in Spanish. It was a fetish of a sort and he constantly cursed Spain out for it. He felt the stirrings of arousal and frowned, reaching for his glass of alcohol to drown the heat.

Antonio watched in amusement. Don't you know, Lovi? Alcohol only fuels the flame. He thought. "Y en un rincón, ca´mos juntos, En un rito de pasión, Y alto car su piel, Sentí el calor, Yo puse el deseo, ella puso el control..."

If anything, Lovino could feel the alcohol only lower his inhibitions. He growled as a different kind of flush overtook his cheeks and he found himself slipping off of his barstool. Where is that stupid brother of mine? He thought. I need to find him so we can leave.

"She bangs, she bangs, Al mírala, she moves, she moves, Me enloquece cuando baila, Camina, no puedo parar, Esa mujer me va a matar..." Just as the chorus hit, Lovino found himself moving towards the crowd of rocking bodies instead of the exit. Antonio watched his every movement, smirking when he noticed that Lovino was loosening up, even if it was only because of the alcohol and the exploitation of Lovino's fetish.

"She bangs, she bangs, La dama de mi ajedrez, Jugar conmigo es su placer, Por que ella es todas las mujeres en una mujer..." Antonio was having the time of his life watching the elder of the Vargas twins dance. He almost threw his plan to hell just so he could press himself up against his lover's sinfully swaying hips. An idea came to mind but he'd have to wait.

Lovino groaned as a brush of a hand or two hit his curl. It was entirely accidental from the bodies swaying and grinding on either side of him and, in his current state, he was in no position to be rejecting the pleasure. His pants were getting tighter and sweat was beginning to bead on his brow.

"Donde está, La quiero encontrar, Sueño con ella en ese mismo bar, Dejó su huella esa noche de amor, En mi cuercpo, en mi vida..." Lovino had to supress a whimper. While he wasn't as fluent in Spanish as he should've been, having been raised by the Spainiard, he could pick out a few words here and there, but even those words were just fueling his body's fire. They weren't comprehending in his sex-driven mind at the moment, not that he wanted them to.

The green eyed Spaniard in question was having a bit of a problem himself due to watching the Italian loosing himself in the words. "Y me hundo más, Sigo perdido, En un desierto irreal, Quiero calmar mi sed, De su boca beber, Sentirme su dueño tan solo una vez..." He smirked to himself. It was time to put his plan into further action. No touching be damned.

He made his way off of the stage, the crowd parting for him in awe. He continued to sing, however, as not to give his lover a reason to be suspicious. "She bangs, she bangs, Al mírala, she moves, she moves, Me enloquece cuando baila, Camina, no puedo parar, Esa mujer me va a matar..."

Lovino shivered when a body, familiar in every way, pressed against him. He immediately began grinding back against the Spaniard, his arms wrapping around the other brunette's neck behind him. One arm stayed there while the other hand moved down to cup Antonio's cheek. He was glad for the music interlude as he pressed a deep kiss to his lover's lips, uncaring who saw when he was in this state of mind.

As it was, the elder nation nearly dropped the mic as he returned the kiss, his free hand sliding from Lovino's shoulder down his front and pressed his hand to the Italian's stomach, pulling him closer still. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to finish the song. He gave Lovino a wink as he pulled away and began walking back to the stage, putting a bit of a seductive sway in his movements as he did so.

Lovino was staring at him, mouth agape. Never before had the older man just flat out left him like that, hot and bothered as he was and Lovino found himself growling.

"Y en un rincón caímos juntos, En un rito de pasión, Y al tocar su piel, Sentí el calor, Yo puse el deseo, ella puso el control..." Antonio sang, all but thrusting his hips out towards the crowd, though his eyes were locked on Lovino's. He inwardly panicked when he saw that look of bloody murder directed at him but smirked outwardly.

Lovino shuddered. His body was on the verge of orgasm and they hadn't even done anything besides share a brief kiss. His fingers moved of their own accord and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt. It was so unbearably hot!

Antonio's eyes darkened in lust as he watched more skin be revealed to his eager eyes. "She bangs, she bangs, Al mírala, she moves, she moves, Me enloquece cuando baila, Camina, no puedo parar, Esa mujer me va a matar..." Finally that song was over. He grinned and gave a light bow to the people clapping before looking at Lovino with another smirk and a wink before heading outside.

Feliciano finally made his appearance and grinned at his brother. "Ve, that was so much fun! And you even danced!" he exclaimed, giving his brother a hug. Lovino flushed and glared, pushing him away, albiet gently.

"Just... Go spend the night at that Potato Bastard's..." he muttered before walking out of the bar.

Feliciano looked up at his blond lover. "I wonder why he had a change of heart, ve," he said.

Ludwig's eyebrow twitched. "Let's just go, Feliciano," he muttered.