Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
You have to read "Mon Romano," "Mine Forever," and "Conquered," before this one.
And this was supposed to be the extra chapter after Conquered, so if it seems to be jumping right into the story APHAPHAPH It's been three weeks since France and Romano had sex. Romano promised Francis that, if he could wait three weeks for sex, and instead, use that time to start over with their "relationship."
Romano sat in the tub, alone. France wasn't home, at the moment, so he was originally going to surprise him. Originally. The cameras were still up, for his safety. There were two in the bathroom, and he could see them both while waiting for France.
He has to be watched, though, for his own safety. He was sick. No matter how high the dose of his medicine was, he could never be completely satisfied with life.
France was the only one who tried to get Romano, for Romano. Not money. (Besides Turkey, but he was trying to get every nation, during that time.) He wanted at least one person's full attention, at least most of the time.
Though he was taking pills, and they were working. France was also sick, but for a whole different reason. He wanted Romano for his self. Romano was sure that France would try to get him, again, eventually, if he were to leave.
'The water's getting cold... Where the fuck is he?' He took a deep breath. Staring at the camera helped him out. He knew that, as long as it was on, he was being watched.
It would be easy to make France hurry home, as long as he was being watched. He didn't like being alone for too long. He balled his hands into fist, and drained the water.
He wrapped his body in the blankets on the bed. He didn't even bother putting clothes on. He picked up his phone off of the night desk. It already had a message from France on it.
'I'm sorry. I know that I'm running late. I should be there before too long. Again, I'm sorry for the wait.'
He growled and texted back.
'What the hell are you doing?! I was about to call Spain, dammit! Hurry the fuck up!'
He made that threat all the time, but he never went through with it. He was afraid of being rejected, and he honestly didn't know how to deal with Spain in his situation, either.
Spain would try pushing Romano away, just to pull him back with threats of kidnapping him back if he had to. Romano showed France the threat he made three weeks ago, but, after an apology message, he hasn't sent either of them a message since.
His phone vibrated. He recieved another message from France.
'I was getting some things for later, tonight. You can put some clothes on, for now.'
He was about to reply to the message, but he knew that France was home, now. "But, I want you now, dammit."
"Yeah?" France sat on the bed, with Romano. "I was going to tell you what I plan on "giving you" after a glass of wine, but I guess, if you want me so badly."
"What are you talking about?"
France hugged Romano and chuckled. "I'm going to let you have me, instead, if you want."
Romano's eyes widen a little in surprise. He wrapped his arms around France, and kissed his. "I guess we'll see what happens, then?"
France smirked, and shoved his tongue inside of Romano's mouth. He'll let Romano take over tonight.
They weren't in love with each other, despite what France thinks. They were both sick. They needed each other. They never thought that they would actually be effectively forced apart, ever again.
APHAPHAPH Aaagh... Whatever you want to call this, I don't like this prologue. There's a reason to why I decided to wait to write this chapter. *Huffs* I don't feel good.