Torturous
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Chile and the plot idea.
It was a hot summer day, and Romano and Chile were hanging out at Spain's house.
The dark-haired girl suddenly walked into the kitchen, not knowing the Italian was following her.
Romano gasped as she turned with something in her hand, grabbing his arm.
Chile smirked as she tightened her grip on Romano's arm, pulling him closer.
"You can't do this, you-you...she-bastard!"
"Who says I can't? I have to eat, too, don't I?"
"Spain will kill you!"
"No way, he loves me, remember?"
"Just don't!"
"Too late!" She smirked and sank her teeth into the soft flesh, red drips staining her white tank top.
The South American smiled at her captive's screams and indestinct curses, sinking her teeth deeper.
Romano tried to wrench out of her grip, but Chile was strong. He shouted louder, hoping Spain would hear.
The Spainard ran into the room and saw Chile.
"Que? What are you doing?"
She smiled and swallowed the bite of tomato in her mouth. "Being mean to Romano."
"Tomato bastard, get her off me!"
Spain chuckled, turning and walking off, deciding to let Chile have her fun.
Short and stupid. Oh well, R&R!