Claiming these from the kink meme. Links in profile. Second written, first chronologically.

1. Perfect Opportunity

Romano glared down the table at his brother and that bastard Germany. They were getting a little too touchy feely for his taste, and he really didn't think he could let it go much longer. His brother seemed to be complaining about food, and how it was almost lunch time, but he was doing it pressed up against that bastard's side. And Germany wasn't pushing him away! Had the man no shame?

Glancing around, Romano saw that everyone was busy either listening to or ignoring America's speech about saving the whales with only a submarine and a team of football (or his sorry excuse for a game) players. It was a stupid plan, yet America had convinced everyone to debate it for the whole morning. But this was his opportunity.

Spain grabbed his arm as he stood up and gave him a questioning look, which Romano promptly ignored. Instead of sitting back down, like what he was sure Spain wanted him to do, Romano stalked around the table to where his brother and that German were sitting. No one even looked up from twiddling their thumbs or going over America's notes. Not even Germany had noticed—which meant he could use the element of surprise. Perfect.

Once he was close enough that he had approximately the right space between them for a fight, Romano shouted, "Oi, potato-bastard! Get off of my brother!"

Germany whirled around to face him, totally confused. Romano smirked as he continued forward, flexing his arm and clenching his fist. But then his foot caught on the back leg of Austria's chair and he went crashing forward. He went crashing forward into Germany's lips.

The impact hurt, the crush of teeth and lips and skull with most of his weight behind it, and he threw himself to the side as fast as he could. Ew. Just, ew. He had just kissed Germany. In front of the world. There was silence around them, save for loud, German cursing and Romano's own harsh breathing.

Romano jumped up as fast as he could and looked down at Germany again (trying to ignore his little brother's hands all over those broad shoulders). They stared at each other for a long moment, confused and angry. There was blood on Germany's lip, and Romano knew he himself wasn't bleeding and felt slightly more satisfied that he had caused Germany physical harm. But then the silence broke.

"Oooh!" France exclaimed. "I see our little Romano is making a move of love!"

A flush rose up Romano's cheeks at the comment and he glared over at France. "I'm fucking not!"

France smiled at him, warm and smooth, and said, "You're blushing like that was the first time you've ever kissed anyone."

Romano burned from embarrassment. It was true. But no one was supposed to know that. He was Italy, a country of passion—this would ruin his reputation. He sent a glance over to Spain, and rolled his eyes when he saw that he was merely watching with a small smile. He obviously was going to get no help there.

Prussia smirked at him from France's side. "We don't mind if you kiss him again. Only this time make it a real kiss."

At this, Spain did speak, "But Prussia, he's a beginner; he doesn't know how!" Romano wanted to throw something at him.

Blushing, Romano growled and glanced back down at Germany, who was still staring up at him stupidly (and his little brother was still touching him). "Dammit! I'm not kissing him!" he yelled, and to prove his point, he swung his fist back and punched Germany. Hard. Right above his jaw.

Germany fell out of his chair (closer to his little brother, dammit) and about fifteen other nations jumped to their feet. Veneziano glared up at him, wrapping an arm around Germany's chest. "Romano! Don't hit him!" he said, looking wounded himself. Romano almost felt bad. Almost.

"Too late for that, Italy," England said from his other side. Romano glared at him, but then redirected it toward Prussia when he moved forward.

"Holy shit, little Italy! You just decked West. That was awesome!" Prussia said, grinning from ear to ear. Romano wasn't quite sure how he could be excited about his little brother's pain, but they were German, so he brushed it off. "Oh no, he's getting up. Punch him again!"

When Romano looked down again, Germany wasn't even looking at him. He was instead, trying to calm down a nearly hyperventilating Veneziano. Romano ground his teeth together and tried to hold back his anger. He'd already caused a scene. But Germany, the bastard, was touching his brother and he just couldn't ignore it.

Grabbing the front of Germany's suit, Romano pulled him up. For one very satisfying moment he watched a look of horror pass over Germany's face before he punched him again. In the same spot.

"Whoa, there. Time out!" America yelled, taking hold of Romano's arms. Romano hadn't even noticed him move around. "Just because it's football season doesn't mean you can go around hitting everyone."

Romano tugged at his arms, but America's hold was firm. He glared at Germany one last time before turning to America. "Like I even care about your stupid American football," he growled. "Let me go."

America did let go, but he didn't move away. Romano saw him glance to England, who was now coming around to him as well. Fuck. Now he was in a corner. Glancing around at the room, he sought out Spain again, looking for any type of help or reassurance at all. But Spain was still sitting in his seat, that mysterious and annoying smile still on his face. Romano turned back to Germany.

"You and I did not just kiss, okay?" he asked venomously.

Germany nodded, cradling his cheek. Romano couldn't even bring himself to smirk because everything was just too wrong about this whole thing. His first kiss was with a German, and Spain had just sat there and watched without doing a single thing. He was furious with everyone, including himself.

As soon as England reached out to grab his arm, Romano turned and stalked toward the door. No one would mind if he took an early lunch.

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I'm feeling lazy right now, so it'll probably be a few days until a reformat the other two sections posted in the meme. Chapter two of this will be new (not from the meme), as will chapter five. I just have to get around to writing them.