(A/N: *Listens to the screams of 'NOTP' from everyone in the future comments while sipping Dr.Pepper causally*)
How had it come to this, again?
Oh yeah, an argument about the pirate days.
Spain stared right into those green eyes with his own, watching the angry emeralds stared back, panting, with a small red going across his cheeks.

They were having a staring contest.
What did you think was happening?

Antonio had tried everything to make the grumpy brit blink, but nothing worked!!
He still stared right back with those annoying gorgeous emeralds and that cute pout.
'Well, Bastard, maybe you should stop trying to use romantic tactics and use actual distractions!' That's what Romano would suggest... if he wasn't off in the corner making out with America.
Antonio's mind was brought back to the gorgeous person in front of him, as the person sighed in frustration.
"Bloody Spaniard--"
Impulsive Idea!
Spain leaned right in and kissed him passionately, hands flying to his cheeks, relishing in how soft his lips were.
Antonio's eyes remained open, but Arthur's blinked rapidly, him making noise of confusion before his eyes closed, and he just started kissing back, when Spain pulled away from England.
"You blinked. Several times."Spain smirked, before he answered Arthur's request of "kiss me again you damn Spainard" with a full out make out.

((It's hard to write with a cat chewing on your arm))