Stop calling me Italy
A/N: I haven't uploaded stories in a long time. I hope to be able to upload more in the future. Comment if you want more chapters for this or not.
"Italy," Germany said seductively in Romano's ear. Romano jumped back and yelled, "Shut up and stop calling me Italy you stupid potato bastard." Germany turned to Romano. The Italian looked at the German with a big blush that turned the brunette's face bright red. As Romano slowly moved backwards towards the front door, Germany followed him half-way down the hallway, and then he tried to make a run for it. Germany tackled Romano just before the brunette escaped. The German picked him up and locked his front door. He carried Romano to his kitchen and tied him to a chair.
Romano struggled against the ropes screaming his head off but couldn't escape the tightness of the ropes against his body. "I will gag you if you don't stop screaming," Germany stated commonly Romano stopped and glared at the potato bastard. "You think you could screw my brother and then call me Italy. I will get you potato bastard," Romano hissed out angrily. Germany bent down and kissed Romano's forehead. Romano blushed. "Now Italy. Calm down. I know you love me somewhere behind that wall of yours. Spain told me so." Germany stated creepily with a slight yet evil smile. 'Spain! I will also get that tomato bastard. But what the hell. Could he please stop calling me Italy?' Romano thought. Germany then blindfolded the brunette. "Hey," the Italian yelled. Before he could protest, Germany grabbed his curl and began to caress it Romano blushed red and kept himself silent. Germany noticed Romano holding back his moans. The German pulled hard on the curl. Romano moaned loudly.