North Italy/South Italy (kink: metabo): On a lonely night without their respective men, Feliciano finds the apparent return of his brother's childhood chubbiness a good way to keep warm, much to the annoyance of Lovino. Sex/smut is optional (which in that case, pissed off South topping would be a bonus), can be either really cracky or with serious mixed in.
Bubbler
2010-10-20 01:39 am UTC
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Romano was always...well the nice way to say it was Chubby. This was not exactly because of Romano's laziness as much as he just hated exercise and ate a lot of cheese. Or at least that is what Romano insisted was the problem. And then one day Romano noticed he'd grown taller and his weight redistributed. He looked skinny for the first time in his life.
But what Romano didn't know was that his metabolism was horrible and if he didn't work out he'd get fat again. He always ate the same food as America when they'd go to little Italy together. America always stayed the same weight. It didn't occur to Romano that he was working out until he happened to be invited over for Christmas and saw the entirely impressive gym. England had smiled and said that Alfred could only eat that stuff because he'd work out every other day.
So Romano began gaining , of course he denied it for awhile. Then America said that he could borrow the gym if he wanted. Alfred was a good guy once you got past his quirkiness. Romano always figured that's what they had in common.
It was cold. Especially for October it was cold. Romano was worried about the tomatoes he'd planted outside. Yes he'd put a tarp over them to keep them from freezing but he could still worried. He absentmindedly tugged on his squishy stomach and frowned.
He'd always hated when Spain teased him for his roundness. America was probably the only one who knew how annoying it was to be teased about that. It was cute when he was younger but as a teenager it wasn't. It wasn't cute at all.
For course having a Thin younger brother like Felicano made it all worse.
It was just about then that Romano heard his door creek open and the wooden floor boards whine as weight was put on them.
Then his mattress shifted only slightly and Romano felt arms wrap around him.
Spain? no...No Spain didn't smell like this. This putrid smell. It smelled like...
"Felicano?" "Ve... Sorry Big brother. Did i wake you?" no " yes! Ugh You reek of sausage! Brush your teeth before you go to sleep!" Romano let loose a string of insults and orders , But Felicano didn't move away. In fact he moved closer and nudged him.
"So warm..." Felicano practically purred. Then Romano remembered.
It was many many years ago when Austria brought Italy to Spain for a visit. Of course Italy was this thin delicate looking thing , in a dress. Spain and Austria thought alike it seemed. Romano had insisted on wearing pants with his maid outfit , much to Spain's woe. It was more that Romano hated his legs. Anyway...
It was cold. Very very cold. When Romano felt his little brother cuddle up next to him in bed. Romano asked why looking touched that Italy was being friendly to him. "The extra fat is really warm!" Italy ...Felicano was just a little kid. He wasn't saying it to be mean. Felicano was just a kid. Romano got so angry that he kicked Italy out of bed and went to sleep in the tree house overlooking the tomato patch.
The same thing was threatening to happen again. "Get off!" he growled. Romano hated that he got so angry. Felicano pouted and nuzzled his older brothers neck. "Your always warm." he muttered softly. "Because I'm Fa-" "Because of all your blubber!" Twitch. Romano repressed the strong urge to kill Felicano for the moment. "Shut up and go to sleep! Stupid!"