I was originally going to post this... Oh well. It's here now. Originally posted on Y!Gallery on 2010-11-30. Though I DID edit this to give Romano a bit more... Emotion.
Aaand this is actually the first part of a three-part (as of so far) saga.
Himayura Hidekaz owns Axis Power Hetalia
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Thank you.
This fic isn't base on anything historical... Just France being creepy.
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Romano woke up standing up forcefully and completely naked. "Mph!" He tried screaming, only to find that he's also been gagged with a ball tied around his head.
"Allo? Romano? Are you awake?" The wooden door opened with an annoying squeak.
Romano knew that voice, unfortunately for him. Now he has to ponder over whether he should feign asleep, or shoot the blond an angry look. 'Well... I'm assuming he already heard me, so angry look it is, I guess...' He stared at the figure, adding a low growl noise.
"Why the hateful glance, mon petit* Romano?" France walked in with what looked like some kind of cheesy soup with a small half-loaf of bread in it.(1) Romano's stomach growled at the sight. "And here I was going to be nice enough to feed you..."
Romano backed up as far up as he could in his condition, as though it would make a difference. France reached over to undo the gag in his mouth. Romano kept his mouth shut, not wanting to have anything that France made.
F rance brought up the cheese-soaked bread with a napkin under it to Romano's mouth. "Manger..."* Romano turned his face away. "It's good. I promise. 'Nothing like what Angleterre* makes." Southern Italy tried turning his face away even more. "Or would you rather taste the back side of my hand?"
Romano didn't want to get hurt, but he would rather get slapped than drugged. "...I'll tell you whatever you want, so long as you let me go..."
"What I want, is for you to eat. Afterwards, I just want your... "Company." If you be a good boy all day, I promise I will let you go tomorrow afternoon. The worse you are, the longer you'll be staying."
"This is low, even for you!"
France set the bread down into the bowl again. "What was that?" He grabbed Romano's chin between two fingers. Romano turned his head away.
"Don't touch me!"
France slapped the younger boy. "Too bad. I really didn't want to hurt you." He brought the bread back to Romano's mouth again. "It's not drugged, if that's what you're thinking. I promise."
Romano stared at the bread before sighing, closing his eyes and opening his mouth. He clamped down on the bread as soon as he felt it in his mouth.
"Good boy. Beaucoup mieux."* France soaked the bread in the melted cheese again. "C'est bon?"* Romano looked at France with an irritatedly confused face. The blond chuckled at this reaction.
"Don't laugh at me!" Romano spat.
"I'm just wondering if it's good or not?"
"Oh..." Romano looked away again, more in embarrassment this time. "Well, it is better than English food..."
"Of course it is! But you're not done with your food, yet." He brought the half-loaf up to Romano's mouth again, who ate it without hesitation this time. He stopped caring if it was drugged or not after the second bite. He just kept eating away before the loaf was gone.
"Good boy, you finished!" France started undoing the cuffs binding Romano's wrists together, then his ankles.
"Wh... What about the bowl?"
"That's just melted cheese. Why, are you still hungry?"
"Not if you're giving it to me." France smacked Romano's ass, making him yelp in surprise.
"You're pushing it, mon petit Romano." France growled. Though, that would just mean more time with Romano, according to his promise. France grabbed a thin sheet to cover up the Italian.
"Why can't you just give me my damn clothes instead, you pervert!" Those two words earned him another smack to his cheek.
"You must really love me to go so far as to continue to snap at me. But you know, you don't need to do that. Just ask to live here, and I'll even be more than happy to treat you better than I have to now."
"You don't HAVE to do anything!"
France slammed Romano to the wall by his shoulder with one hand, and held his face in the other. "Of course I do... You know I do." France dragged his tongue from Romano's chin to his ear. "J'amour vous..."* France nibbled on his earlobe.
Romano gasped and tried pushing France away. "No... Stop!" France pulled back.
"Such cute, rosey cheeks..." France muttered to himself. He grabbed the Italian's wrist, dragging him behind and into his bedroom. He threw Romano halfway across the room, giving him time to lock the door with a key, which he hid by dropping it in his left boot.
Romano knew what was going to happen to him soon. He close his eyes and tried to keep his breathing steady. 'No... Why? Why me? And... Why France..?'
"You still must be cold..." France grabbed the Italian's shoulders. Romano gasped, and his eyes widen. "Let me help warm you up."
"N-No! Let go of me!" He started thrashing around, making France hold onto him from around his waist.
"Mais,* mon petit, I worked so hard to get this far, and more." France slipped his hand in the thin sheet. "Much more..." He whispered inside of the younger boy's ear.
"You're s-sick..."
"No. Just filled with need..." France held both hands by their wrists in one hand, taking out handcuffs from his jacket pocket. Romano panicked, trying everything to pull away from the blond's grip before the cuffs were snapped onto his wrists.
"Per favore!"*
"Désolé,* mais, you should know how long I wanted to do this to you..." He raked his teeth gently against Romano's neck. "I will be gentle..." A light kiss on his neck. "I promise..."
"N-No!" Tears sprung at the corner of Romano's eyes.
"Are you still a virgin?" Southern Italy thought for a bit before nodding weakly. "My, my! I'm surprised!" He licked the shell of the Italian's ear, making him shudder.
"...I-I did, one... One time, fooled around with Spain... We were both tipsy... I think... B-B-But... There wasn't any p-penetration in-VOLVED!" Romano yelped in surprise when France started playing with his curl.
"You're curl is so cute! I'm so glad it stayed there even when you grew up..."
"S-Stop..." Romano's face turned bright red and his knees started feeling weak.
"What's wrong, Romano?" France stopped playing with the stray hair.
Romano pulled away, and sat down on the floor to hide himself. "I-I hate you..."
"Well, that's too bad, because I love you!"
"No..." Romano shook his head side to side. "Leave me alone..." He whispered.
"Let's take this sheet away, shall we?" France pulled on the sheet, displaying a completely nude Romano again.
"N-No!" He brought his knees up to his face. France picked Romano up by his armpits and dragged him to the bed, where he saw what the little Italian was trying to hide.
He chuckled. "You're already half hard?"
Romano brought his knees to his face again. "When Spain finds out..."
"Cher Espagne* won't find out. If you tell him, or anyone at all, I will run off, find you again, and then I will keep you with me forever."
Romano's eyes widen to their fullest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Y-You're God damn serious, aren't you? You've gone insane..."
"Insane with lust, maybe. What does that tell you to do?"
Romano looked down. "N-Not tell anyone and try to get away as soon as possible..." He mumbled.
"And how is the smartest, fastest, safest way to get away, hm?"
Romano didn't answer. He didn't do anything besides looked down at his feet. He closed his eyes when he heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off from the Frenchman. He let go of his tears when he heard the sound of pants unzipping.
"I don't want this! Not from you..."
"But I'm the best there is! I'm the "country of love," remember?" France crawled over Romano and held the other boy's wrists above his head.
"You're about to rape me!" France stops, to Romano's surprise.
"Well then, I don't care how good you are. You are not leaving until I take you fully. Of course, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to have my fun with you."
"But-Ngh!" France cut him off by stroking the Italian's member back to life.
"Mais, what, mon plus cher?* What is so confusing about that?" Romano, not sure how to answer that, stayed silent instead.
France got off of the maroon-haired boy to grab lubricant from his wooden side-drawer. He got his fingers sticky with it before sliding his hand under the younger boy. He pushed a first finger in, making Romano scream in surprise.
"T-Take it out! It feels weird!" Romano grabbed the sheets under him and started crying into the sheets. "Stop..."
"It will feel weird in the beginning, and it might hurt even more, but in the end..." He found the Italian's prostate, making him moan loudly. "It will be worth it."
'W-What was th-that..?' France slipped another finger in, hitting Romano's prostate every time.
France smiled. "Do you like this?"
"N-AH! N-N-No!"
"Really? Well, you sure are moaning like a bitch in heat, despite that." France suddenly pulled out his fingers. "That should be enough. We wouldn't want you to cum, after all."
'Huh? Why..?' He was confused and frustrated. "Wh-What?!" Romano manage to say in between panting.
"Not if you won't let me have sex with you. Don't worry about me, though. I'll just make do with your hands instead." France grabbed one of his cuffed wrists.
"NO!" Romano pulled his hands away. "Pah... Pl-Please..." He started. His face was completely flushed red.
"Please what, Romano?" France chuckled and hugged Romano close, making sure he could feel the obvious hardness of him against his back.
"Fuck! I hate you!"
"Was that it, mon cher?"
"Y-You won't let me go unless I let you... You..."
"Fuck you? That's right. I'll keep you here until you do let me."
"Then just do it, damn it!" Romano's brought his arms and legs close to his chest. "I just want to go home..."
"Do~ what, Romano? I wanna hear what you want me to do to you."
"FUCK! You're so..." Romano trailed off. He covered his face with his hands. "F-Fuck me..."
France chuckled. "Gladly." He sat up to cover his penis with lubricant- he didn't want to hurt the poor boy, after all. He positioned himself next to the boy before whispering in Romano's ear- "Here it comes."
He pushed in all the way with ease, making Romano yelp more in surprise than in pain. France stayed there for awhile to get Romano more used to him before moving.
'He's...' Romano's lips trembled. 'H-He's... N-No... Oh God...'
France, remembering where his prostate was, France tried his best to hit that spot. His "vital region" was definately bigger than his fingers, meaning more force into his bundle of nerves that makes him moan like, well, as France put it before- "A bitch in heat."
'I-I'm going to... Dammit... That wasn't long at a -' Romano moaned. "F... Fra... Ah!" He came all over the sheets he was laying on.
"Bon garçon,* Romano... Mgh." France moaned when the muscle around his cock squeezed him. Not even a minute longer, and France was pulling out, also making the sheets all dirty.
"Alright... Get off... For a second, so I can change... The sheets..." France said in between breaths. Romano- breathing just as heavily- complied quietly by carefully rolling off the bed so France could get cleaner sheets.
France returned with light blue sheets and a glass of water, drinking almost half of it himself before handing the glass to the Italian on the floor, who took it only because his throat and mouth were dry from screaming and moaning.
"Well... We're not going to be sleeping in flag colors tonight, but I think light blue is cozier than red, don't you?" Romano didn't answer. France thought nothing of the lack of response and got to working on the bed.
"Do you need help getting up? Here, let me help you..." France offered without getting an answer. Romano let himself be picked up and laid down on the bed, again.
"C-Could you at least remove these things?" Romano held up the cuffs on his wrists.
"Non, non. We wouldn't want you getting away from me."
"But-"
"Shhh..." France covered them both with his dark blue comforter. "Bon nuit,* Romano." France held the boy's chest in a lazy hug. Tears started falling down Romano's face again, but he tried to stay quiet about it, not wanting to have France try to console him.
This was the worse night ever to Romano, so far.
This was the best night ever to France, so far...
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(1) That's called "fondu."
Translations*
"Mon petit" - "My little"
"Manger" - "Eat"
"Angleterre" - "England"
"Beaucoup mieux" - "Much better"
"C'est bon?" - "Is is good?" (Or more literally- "It's good?")
"J'amour vous" - "I love you"
"Mais" - "But"
"Désolé" - "Sorry"
"Cher Espagne" - "Dear Spain"
"Mon plus cher" - "My dearest"
"Bon garçon" - "Good boy"
"Bon nuit" - Literally "Good night."
(Italian) "Per favore" - "Please"
