First ficlet ever, please don't hate me ;u;
I don't own Hetalia.
The minutes ticked away on the clock in the silence and darkness of the room. Nothing made Romano feel lonelier than the noise of the hands moving in circles. He hadn't felt this way a couple of hours ago, but now, he was rather lonely and cold. He slowly eased himself down to his bed, feeling the soft fabric of the shirt he chose to sleep in pressing against his back. After laying there motionless for a few moments, he pulled the blanket over himself in an attempt to keep himself warm. He tried to convince himself that he would be able to sleep, he was too tired to stay awake; though something had been bothering him for the last few days.
Romano ran his hands through his hair, until he found the strand of hair that stood out from the rest. He had discovered that it was able to give him great discomfort at times and pleasure at others. As soon as it was touched, shivers ran down his spine, and he cursed it for how good it felt. It bothered him too much to ignore and go to sleep. It was wrong to want it, perhaps, and for that he felt ashamed.
Nevertheless, he proceeded to apply pressure to various parts of the strand before bending his left knee under the blanket to be able to touch the area between his legs. He felt his erection forming through his boxers, and tried rubbing it. Noticing that it wanted more attention, he lowered his boxers and stroked his shaft slowly. It felt good, very good, actually. Though it was a little awkward to be by himself, doing this – not that he would want anyone else to see it, but it seemed a bit embarrassing to be enjoying such an act so much. He kept the rhythm of his hands going for a while, before noticing that he had been momentarily thinking of Antonio's hands instead of his.
Was this wrong? Romano would never want that. But, the idea excited him too much to stop thinking about it…
His right hand rubbed his shaft harder, and he placed his curl between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He arched his back into the mattress as he caressed his balls with his left hand, also applying pressure to the curl with his tongue.
Please, Antonio, keep going.
He moaned slightly as his imaginary lover touched his perineum and pumped his shaft at the same time. It felt wrong to be thinking about him, but it was much too exciting. The feeling of his lips and tongue on the nape of Romano's neck, teasing…
Romano suddenly became more vocal. His hands moved even faster, sucking on the curl now. He wanted to feel Antonio's hands on himself, their bodies rubbing against each other. When the need nearly became too intense, Romano let himself be pushed over the edge while his abdomen contracted almost painfully, and cried out for Antonio as the pleasure washed over his whole body. He bent both of his knees as thick ribbons of his sperm spilled onto the sheets and himself.
His muscles slowly relaxed again, and he was left panting as he lay sprawled on the bed. Just as he was planning on visiting the bathroom to clean himself up along with the sheets, the door knob slowly turned, and the door was opened.
Romano, terrified of being noticed in his state, rolled over on the bed, and stared at Antonio as he stood next to the bed and stared at him sleepily.
"Are you okay? I thought I heard my name being called." Antonio asked in confusion.
"I didn't hear anything. It might have been someone else. Now get out, I'm trying to sleep."
"Whatever," said Antonio, smirking, "Good night, Roma." He exited, closing the door slowly behind him.
Romano sat up in one swift movement, and cursed himself while heading to the bathroom for being too fucking loud.
It was something he would need to keep in mind next time.
