*Warnings: Mild language and... fluff... //shot*
"DAMMIT!" you screamed in dismay as tomato sauce splattered all over you and the kitchen counter. Romano walked up behind you, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
"Now now, _____, a ragazza shouldn't be using that kind of language," he chided, his voice rising and falling melodically with his strong Italian accent. Your face began to burn, and you stuttered as you tried to explain yourself.
"W-well, that's what I get f-for hanging around you too much," you retorted weakly. He chuckled, his golden eyes leering at you. After holding your gaze silently for a few moments, he turned to survey the bright red mess you had made.
"And this is what I get when I decide to let you try and make pasta," he mused, his hands on his hips. You hid your tomato-ey hands behind your back and stared at your feet.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I-I wasn't trying to waste all those tomatoes..." Your voice started out with a defiant tone but grew very soft and timid as you went on. Your cheeks were as red as the tomato sauce that was already splattered all over you.
He stepped in front of you and gently flicked your forehead.
"You're right, idiota," he replied. "You did waste them. But I think there's a way you can make it up to me."
"Huh?" you muttered as he locked eyes with you again. You hated it when he did that! He knew that his amazing golden-brown eyes left you frozen in place, unable to react to anything else thrown at you. He knew your weaknesses.
"Let me help you clean up," he said, his voice husky and seductive.
Placing his hands on your waist, he leaned forward closer to you. His tongue darted out, and he licked a spot of tomato sauce off of your cheek, causing a violent shudder to run down your spine. He winked at you and licked his lips.
"Mmm, delicious~" he murmured, moving close again. You gasped softly as he licked your face again and slowly began making his way down your neck, nibbling here and there teasingly. Gripping his shirt in your hands, you bit back a moan of pleasure as he nipped roughly at your collarbone.
"Romano..." you whispered.
He proceeded to feel along your jawline with his lips before moving back to your neck, pressing his mouth to it repeatedly. He drew his arms tighter around your waist as you threw back your head, exposing even more of your neck for him to "clean". Your pulse was racing, and wonderful shivers were rushing through your body. Everything was perfect, until the door slammed open.
"Romano~! _____~!" Italy bubbled, skipping into the kitchen. "I thought I smelled something cooking and I-" His eyes popped wide open at the sight of you in Romano's arms with bright red liquid staining your clothes and upper body, and Romano still poised at your neck, caught in mid-nibble. He nearly dropped the copper-colored kitty that he cradled in his arms.
"AAAAAAAUGH! ROMA'S A VAMPIRE!!" he bawled, dashing out of the room. "GERMANYYYYY!!!"
"Well, that was weird," you said, after the dust from Italy's speedy retreat settled. Romano backed a few steps away from you, muttering something about his "bastardo of a brother" under his breath.
"Romano, wait!" you said, your eyes shining brightly as if you had just noticed something. "You need to get cleaned up too!"
"Wha...?" he muttered as you placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned in, touching the tip of your tongue to his tomato-smeared mouth.
His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to capture your tongue with his. Taking a few steps with you, soon he had you pinned up against the wall. Your hands tangled in his hair as your tongues meshed together.
...And that was how Germany found the two of you when he burst in with his stake and mallet.