Special Vision

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or its characters.

I'M LAZY, SO I DON'T EDIT…I try and make up for it by writing correctly all the time. xD Even then, I sometimes mix up my words, and my grammar is awkward.

Warnings: Uh…touches on some slight sexual themes involving two males. That's about it, really, despite my horrible way of writing to get to the point.

A/N: I can't build suspense. Nor can I really write a good…scene were two are…close. Probably could if I won't get spazzy about it. xD Oh well, the only reason I'm sharing this story with FFn. is mostly because I needed a break from the angst and drama that I usually write about. This is also could help me practice writing…certain things ;) xDD

Enjoy.


"Nghn!" Romano cried out, his back arching, as he gripped onto Spain with all his might. His faced was flushed, and he was panting heavily, small gasps for air audible. "S-sp-…Spain!" He cried out again, his eyes tightening shut in pleasure.

Spain, on the other hand, was leaving bite marks and sweet kisses on Romano's slender neck, a slight blush flushing on his face. His hands were posed on Romano's body, his palms supporting Romano as Romano arched to his touch. Green eyes were hooded with lust, as he continued his trial of kisses on Romano's neck.

They paused then, the air heavy with tension and sweet with lust. Both eyes stared into each others, both of them breathing heavily. It wasn't long before a grin appeared on Spain's face, and he nuzzled his cheek to Romano's. "Aw, Roma is so cute!" He cooed.

Romano flushed, sending a half hearted glare towards the Spaniard. "Shut up, you jerk!" He snapped, pushing at Spain's chest. "Fuck you!" Spain only laughed in reply, and attempted to kiss Romano. Succeeding, he devoured Romano's mouth hungrily.

As the tension grew, the room grew hotter, almost to an unbearable extent. Suddenly, as fast as it had started, Romano pushed Spain away and glared heatedly. "S-stop touching me, dammit!" He growled, before storming out of the room, angry and hurriedly. Spain wasted no time chasing after his little tomate.

"Eh? Roma, wait up!"

Italy shook his head, a discontent sigh leaving his lips. Smiling, he turned toward Germany. "Ve~ Germany, those two sure do fight a lo-"His eyes trailed to the other visitors that were at their small dinner party. "Ah! Hungary, what's wrong?" He yelped, blinking at the Hungarian who was staring at the door with glazed eyes.

As he got up to shake Hungary, Prussia stopped him with a smirk. "Don't worry, Ita," He snickered, sending a glance at Hungary. Hungary herself was flushed, tissues pushed against her nose, her eyes lost and dreamy. "She was just enjoying the show, ya know?"

"The show? Fratello and Big brother Spain were fighting." Italy glanced at Hungary, before glancing back at Prussia, confused. "Did we miss something funny?" Prussia laughed, as Germany sighed. Getting up, Germany shook his head and left the room, not in the mood to explain things to Italy.

Austria sighed, clutching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Seeing this, Prussia laughed even more. With a sly wink at Italy, he leaned forward to whisper in Italy's ear, gesturing at Hungry who were seemingly still lost in her perverted fantasy.

"In her eyes, Italy, we miss everything."


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-BMTM