Love On The Brain by Rihanna

You stood still as you searched through the song book. 'What matches his personality?' You mentally screamed, flipping through multiple pages until you found a perfect song.

Nodding at the person controlling the music, you got into a less awkward and unattractive stance. Turning the microphone on, you began.

"And you got me like oh! What you want from me?"

"What you want from me?" Your male friends, who knew the song, sang.

"And I try to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high."

You laughed, thinking about him and his attitude. Nothing for Lovino was enough, or so it seemed, you knew that he was secretly grateful! And he was! He'd just never show or admit it.

"Baby, you got me you oh! Mm. You love when I fall apart,"

"Fall apart." Gilbert, Alfred, Francis and Antonio echoed.

"So you can put me together and throw me against the wall."

This time Antonio laughed, he knew that his little Lovi would never be so harsh with her, at least not while he was a friend. So, he couldn't quite picture that scenario.

"Baby, you got me like ah, woo! Ah~. Don't you stop lovin' me, don't quit lovin' me! Just start loving me, oh."

The boys copied you each time you said, "Lovin' me." They were reasonably successful, although Antonio had to stop halfway through to slap Lovino's arm gently, slapping the Italian right out of his thoughts. But he wasn't daydreaming, no, his eyes were simply glued to the swaying of your hips.

"And babe, I'm fist fighting with fire just to get close to you. Can we burn something, babe? And I will run for miles, just to get a taste!"

Lovino managed to meet your gaze, which he instantly scowled and turned away from you. He wasn't dissing your singing or seductive movements in any way, he just had to hide his large and dark blush.

"I'm-a ready to-a run for miles if I can get-a taste of-a that..!" Lovino growled, and licked his lips slightly, earning some giggles from his Spaniard sibling.

"Must be love on the brain, that's got me feeling this way!"

"Feelin' this way." They sang, now leaning from side to side, slightly to the beat.

Lovino groaned as Antonio forced him to move with them. Could that Spanish bastard not see that he was trying to watch his love interest sing?! Well, watch her hips sway, and possibly think of other things.

"It beats me black and blue, but it fucks me so good! And I can't get enough."

Lovino choked on his own saliva, making a fool of himself. "Holy shit! You have got to-a be kidding me! This isn't fair anymore..!" He whined and dug his nails into the palms of his hands, which were balled up.

"Must be love on the brain! And it keeps cursin' my name."

You could sense, and see, Lovino's stress from the stage which also made you laugh. He was clenching his fists and choking just a little bit. You could tell from his nonstop and muffled coughs.

"No matter what I do, I'm no good without you! And I can't get enough, must be love on the brain!"

You wondered whether or not this seemed a little desperate, even though it probably wasn't. You were singing this song to Southern Italy after all.

"And then you keep loving me, just love me, yeah. Just love me, all you need to do is love me, yeah."

Once more the two of your gazes met, this time neither one of you looked away. You winked in his direction, mouthing, 'It's you..!'

Lovino pointed to himself, his eyebrows arched, and mouthed back, 'Me?' You nodded in response.

"Got me like ah-ah-ah-ow. I'm tired of being played like a violin."

Lovino's expression changed quickly from madly in love to just a little hurt.

"What do I gotta do to get in your motherfuckin' heart?"

"Nothing, goddamnit-a!" He yelled and gestured for you to go sit with him. You shook your head 'no', and turned the microphone off.

"F-fine! Ti amo, (Y/N)!" Lovino stuttered then shoved his face into his hands. "J-just come here..!" He insisted, refusing to look up at you.

You skipped towards the Italian and sat beside him, as multiple nations cheered.

Lovino leaned beside your ear and whispered, "I can-a probably fuck you just as-a good. How about-a we go and-a see, bella?"