Author's Note: ... Oh my god... I can't believe I'm posting this, let alone writing it. ... Damn you plot bunny!! D= ... Need I explain? I recently fell in love with this crack!pairing and reading a fanfic on here didn't help! DX So, this little little plot bunny grew and grew, finally deciding to take over and make me write it even though 1) I've never written smut before and 2) I get embarrassed easily O///O; ... It just happened (Haha, I made a pun *slapped*)... Sorry if the characters seem OOC
Warnings: Inexperinced writer attempting smut, Romano's hair curl, America, suggestive implications, etc. Reader's descretion is advised.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. Hetalia and its lovely characters are owned by Hidekaz Himaruya.
It Just… Happened
I remember the first time I had met him, during the Great War; running his mouth about being a hero and all that crap. However, during the meeting between the allies and the central powers, he averted his eyes as if he didn't agree with what was happening.
"I don't want anything to do with this." I recall him saying. "This is wrong."
But England and France didn't pay attention; calling him a child or an idiot.
"What is taken in greed can't be kept." He said as he walked away.
Looking back at that conversation, I can understand what he meant. My brother and I were tricked by those greedy bastards, treated as if our opinions didn't matter, we didn't get the land we were promised. So, when the time came, it's not a wonder why we became allies with macho potato. I, however, never really trusted him. He can fool my brother, but I won't be tricked with empty promises.
Romano huffed as he walked away. He had been waiting for something like this to happen.
"I just knew it." Romano thought to himself as he pushed past wounded soldiers and hurried nurses.
As he walked through the crowded hallway, he stopped at an open door. He looked inside and found who he was looking for.
America and England were sitting and discussing what action to take next.
"Oi, damn bastards!" Romano called as he walked into the room. "What are you gonna do about that potato bastard?"
America and England looked up from the documents to glance at Romano before they looked back down.
Romano glared as he joined them. "… Well?"
England brought his head up. "It looks like we're going north."
"I could have told you that." Romano thought as he sighed.
"Well, if that's that," England said as he headed towards the door. "… America?"
America looked up. "Yes?"
"Tend to Romano's wounds." And with that, England left.
Romano glared at the doorway then turned his attention towards the map hanging on the wall.
The blonde sighed as he rubbed the back of his head. He put the documents in a folder and stored it away with the rest of their belongings.
They stood in awkward silence.
America coughed. "So," America said as he cleared his throat. "Your wounds?"
"I'm fine." Romano huffed as he headed towards the door.
America noticed that Romano seemed to be limping a bit. When the brunette walked past the blonde, America joined him.
"Why are you following me?"
"I was told to tend to your wounds, remember?"
"I told you I'm fine, damn it!" Romano shouted as he tried to get away from the American.
America grabbed Romano's wrist, feeling the other wince in pain.
"That hurt damn bastard!" Romano yelled as he tried to pull out of the American's grasp.
America stared at Romano then led the other into a room.
"Damn it!" Romano said as America finally let go of his wrist. "What the hell was that for?"
"I'm the hero." America said, a grin forming on his face. "It's only right for me to make sure everyone's okay."
Romano glared and rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot… You and your 'hero' bullshit."
America looked hurt for a moment. "It's not bullshit." He whined as he looked through a drawer.
"Whatever." Romano sighed as he sat on the cot, closing his eyes.
"Now where is the…" America murmured to himself as his hand searched in the drawer. "There it is!"
Romano opened an eye. "Stop talking to yourself." Romano shifted to smirk at the American. "You sound like a retard."
America shrugged. "Can't be as bad as England."
Romano thought of the stick-up-his-ass British man, talking to 'fairies and unicorns'. "You're right about that."
Footsteps coming closer to him, Romano opened his eyes to see the America pull a chair over next to the cot.
"I'd rather have a real doctor or a pretty nurse do this." Romano stated coldly.
"Well, they're all busy." America said as he pulled the gauze. "Hold out your wrist."
Romano complied to the order and watched as the American wrapped his wrist. Silence befell them, but not as awkward as before.
"There!" America said with much accomplishment.
Romano looked at his wrapped wrist. "You know," He replied. "You're bad at wrapping bandages."
America looked offended. "I am not!"
Romano rolled his eyes.
"So," America said. "You're worried about your brother?"
Romano's eyes widened. "… I guess I am." Romano admitted eyes examining the bandaged wrist again. "We've been part and taken advantage of for most of our lives."
America looked at Romano's solemn face. "… Oh." America replied, not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry."
"… I swear," He said, his hands balling into fists. "If that damn potato bastard hurts my brother…" Romano's voice trailed off.
As the silence settled between them, Romano closed his eyes. However, feeling fingers loosening his tie and unbuttoning shirt buttons, his eyes shot open.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Romano screamed as he tried to push America away.
"Hey, stop it!" America retorted, trying to calm Romano down.
"Why, so you can just take advantage of me!?" Romano spat as he stood up, stilling fighting the American.
"No!" America shouted back. "You're wounded, aren't you!?"
"I'm fine, bastard!" Romano shouted as he succeeded in pushing America away. However the force also caused him to fall backwards and hit a container with medical surgery utensils.
As he fell onto the floor, Romano braced himself for sharp needles and scissors to impact with him. After having not feeling shots of pain for a minute, Romano opened his eyes only to meet azure ones.
"You okay?" America asked, as he winced a bit.
Romano just stared in bewilderment, mouth gaping open. America looked down at him, waiting for answer.
"G-get off!" Romano finally replied as he half-heartedly pushed the American's chest.
As America tried to get up, his left hand brushed past Romano's curl as the other brushed against his thigh. Romano's eyes widened with the slight touches, heat rising to his face.
As America stood up and brushed himself up, he held out his hand to the Italian. After a brief moment the brunette took his hand, pulling him up close to himself. America grinned at Romano, who averted his eyes away.
"Hey, bastard." Romano said quietly. "Are you okay?"
Taken a bit back with Romano's comment, America stared at him. "Of course!" America said. "I'm the hero, after all!" And with that, America ruffled Romano's hair.
"Damn it, stop!" Romano said as he tried to swat the hand away, but it was useless.
Romano tried to back away from the touch, but ended up trapping himself against a wall.
America stopped ruffling the Italian's hair, to see the flushed face of the other. "Hey, are you okay?" America asked; worry filling his voice, not even noticing that they had moved. "Are you sick?"
Romano couldn't reply to the American's question, trying to keep moans from escaping his mouth. "Damn it! I don't want this; not with this idiot!" Romano screamed in his mind. Romano returned to reality to only to come face to face with America.
"You alright?" He asked eyes filled with worry. "Your face is flushed." He felt America's fingers run through his hair again, touching his curl.
"No, I'm not okay!" Romano said; his voice strangled in an attempt to keep traitorous pants and moans from escaping.
"Then-" America started, but was cut off by Romano's mouth on his. America froze as the Italian's arms wrapped around his neck.
Romano pulled away from the American. "This is all your fault." Romano looked down at the floor.
America's eyes were wide, but he snapped out of his shocked state. "I'm sorry."
Romano was still staring holes in the floor. "Damn it… Why is my heart beating out of control? And for this idiot?"
Romano didn't know how he ended up on the floor again with America above him. "Damn it! Get off!" He protested as he squirmed underneath the American.
America just stared down at the Italian. "Stop staring at me damn it!"
"Why?" Romano heard America say, his breath tickling the sensitive curl.
Romano kneed the inside of America's thigh, switching their positions. Romano panted as he stared at America, who was smirking. "Because-"
"Because of this?" America asked as he stroked the curl. Romano moaned in pleasure at the touch. America smirked as he sat up, causing Romano to sit on his lap.
Romano clenched onto the American's shirt as he crashed his lips to America's, the blonde taking full advantage of the situation. Tongues locked in an intense battle for dominance.
Romano ran his hands along America's chest, as America's held onto his waist. Romano grinded against America's lap, trying to weaken the other in their battle. America pulled away as his hips bucked up, sending waves of pleasure up Romano's back.
... And that's when I became too embarrassed to even continue... ^///^; Gah! How can people write smut without nose bleeding!? O.o;
... Please review, even if you hated this!! ^^; ... And I do plan on continuing this... ^///^; Oh! And if the characters seemed way too OOC, you can throw... potatoes or whatever at me in your review! (Like I said earlier, first time writing smut and I chickened out XP )
