First of all, I want to apologize to YaoiDream-Caster because I did not make this Germany/Prussia. As much as I love writing auf Deutsch, the thought of… I'm sorry, I can't handle incest. I call my brother 'bruder' all the time and the thought… Es tut mir leid.

ALSO I really want to write crack, but I'm falling into canon pairings because of Hearts—DAMN YOU HEARTS! So is there any country that would make an awesome crack pairing with Switzerland or Austria? (Wait… is Switzerland/ Austria a popular pairing? I'm such a noob of Hetalia fandom…)

I have a tendency to write as uke… I don't know why… I started this out as Romano and I was all "Waaaaaiiit….. There are only so many times I can write this story" it's tough… Sex… DX OTL.

I'm also sensing a theme of (THIS IS HARD FOR ME TO TYPE) masturbation…. It's so embarrassing DX

Okay, enough babbling onward to sex.

P.S. I'm in German—not Spanish. So my Spanish is also from google translate, and I've heard from lazy people that want to cheat on their Spanish homework that there are a lot of mistakes with google translate. SO THERE WILL BE MISTAKES IN MY SPANISH. If it bothers you a lot, just tell me and I'll fix it, but it would be nice if you could just read the translations instead.

I was crushed. Beyond a broken heart, and I don't even think that he could see it anymore. All my life I've had this overwhelming feeling to just hold him close—protect him, make sure he's okay… And in return I get hate, stubbornness, lots of name-calling, and little bruises on my chest.

"Bastardo."

I just smiled, like I always do, " Oh Lovi, que significan mucho para mí," I replied. I stood in the doorway, like I always do, my arms outstretched, never expecting a hug, but asking for one anyway.

Lovi glared at me from the couch. He didn't move. He made no attempt at all to show me affection…

As of late, I had a tendency to ask myself if it was worth it… Lovi was never going to return my feelings, so it was all pointless. Sadly, I floated past him into a different room. He didn't notice. He never did.

I escaped to my room and felt tears stinging my eyes. It was ridiculous, I was a grown man. I should never cry. Especially over something like love. I tried my best to stay quiet, no need to bother Lovi.

I flopped onto my bed and rolled onto my back. I could always go do some more gardening... But even that was growing boring now. It seemed that all I wanted was to have Lovi love me back. I dedicated almost all of my day tending to him, caring for him.

A creak came from my door gently being pushed open. I quickly wiped my face and plastered on another smile. Little Lovi came to visit.

"Why are you crying?" He asked from the door. He was so much older than when he was supposedly 'working' for me, but he still seemed the same. His cheeks were round and rosy, he was still adorable.

"I'm not crying, hombre." I replied. I wasn't. Anymore.

He pouted and came a little farther into the room. "I heard you. And your eyes are red. Why are you lying to me, you damn bastard?"

I smiled sadly, "Well, it's because my amor doesn't love me back," I said simply. Lovi blushed deeper.

His face became contorted into an all-too-familiar look of anger. "Well-I-" He sputtered and shifted his eyes around the room. I sat up, interested. He was acting strange, I was worried. He turned to me and glared, "Well I don't care in case you were wondering!"

I smiled at him. Of course you don't. You never do. He turned again to the door, his eyes lingering about my room, and stomped away.

And I decided that I was utterly hopeless. I decided that it wasn't worth it anymore. I had spent-no- wasted so many years chasing after an unattainable goal! I was a dog chasing a car! I was the kid staring in the candy store with nothing but a penny in his pocket! I was AntonioFernandez Carriedo chasing after Lovino Vargas! I gathered myself together and stood. I needed to get out of this funk. I needed to get laid. I needed to forget Lovi and just let him be on his own.

As I started walking out, Lovi stopped me, "Where are you going, bastardo?" He asked from the kitchen. He had a tomato in his hand. He was a lot like a tomato. Puffy, red.

"I think I'll stop bothering you now," I replied, smiling. I didn't try too hard like I usually do, though. He could tell there was sadness there.

He scrunched his face together, confused, "Wait, why?"

I chuckled, "It's obvious enough, Lovi, you don't like having me around. I'm going to go find something to do," preferably a brunette, but maybe I'm just bias I waved and left. I really, really hoped that Lovi wouldn't be to mad at me. It wasn't like I was moving out of my house or anything. I just needed to get away from him so that I could forget him.

"You poor, poor man. 'Ow could 'e do zat to you?" France gave me a much needed hug and I sat across from him at the booth at the café.

I smiled, "I don't blame him, though. It wasn't his fault."

France got angry, " 'ow can you say that it's not his fault! 'E is shoving away a perfect opportunity for l'amour!" France stared at me with his eyes half-lidded, his voice grew lower, sultry, "Zat is something zat I would never pass up." I felt his hand on my thigh. I fought the urge to push it away… But that was what I went there for anyway.

When I didn't react negatively, I saw a smile creep onto his face.

"Do you want to come back to me 'ouse?" He whispered, leaning over the table.

I swallowed hard. It had been a long time since I'd slept with anyone. Not really at all since I met Lovi. I almost felt like I was saving myself, or that I was so committed to Lovi that It was utterly wrong to sleep with anyone. It felt like I was cheating. I nodded.

Kissing France was not my favorite thing. He had that little bit of facial hair that would scratch against my skin. It felt awkward… Unnatural…. Not soft and flushed like Lovi's… But I couldn't have Lovi so I kissed back.

Every nip at skin, every flushed brushing, every breathy moan France would give sent me deeper and deeper into a hole of guilt. Before we got anywhere at all, I found my whole body shaking and eyes welling up.

France rubbed my back as I cried, sobbed, my shoulders shaking and stomach convulsing. I felt like I was going to puke. I felt horribly guilty for leaving Lovi and I felt worse for leading France on. But somehow, I think he knew all along that I couldn't just forget Lovi…

"I can see zat you truly love zis boy," He said. I looked up at him, my face still wet with tears, "And now I blame you. 'Ow could you leave that boy on 'is own?" His tone remained soft and comforting. "Tell me, did you only ever say zat you loved him, but never tried to prove it?"

I paused. I didn't remember any time that I did. I would tell Lovino that I loved him over and over and I would offer him hugs… But what had I done that would make Lovino ever want me back?

"Tell me, 'ave you ever even kissed ze boy?"

I froze. No. I had never even attempted to kiss Lovi. He would have hated it, I was sure. He would have pushed me away and it would ruin things between us… Though, things seemed pretty bad right then. I shook my head.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked into his kitchen. "What are you doing?" I called. He waved me off.

He came back with a bottle of wine, "You are going to take zis wine and you are going right back to Romano, and you are going to sweep zat boy right off his feet. And I do not want to hear a word from you until you are laid!" He shoved the bottle into my hand and pulled me up by the other one.

I found myself where I had started. I was standing on my own doorstep, a bottle of wine in hand, and I don't know why, but I was terribly afraid. What if I just make Romano more upset? What if I ruin what little we have left? What if he never wants to see me again? But thinking again, France was my best friend and he knew all about these kinds of things. I could trust him just like I could trust Prussia… But I don't know France or Prussia's names… And they don't even know mine… Revealing your name is something that should be with someone you trust one hundred percent, so do they not trust me? I knew Lovino's name…

I walked in…

The house was basically as I left it only Romano wasn't in the kitchen anymore. Things weren't a mess, which was almost expected, so that was nice. I searched around the living room and kitchen but Lovino wasn't anywhere there. "Hola? Lovino? I'm back!" I called, but there was no answer. I was starting to think that he had left as well when I heard some noise coming from my bedroom. It sounded something like my name…

I didn't want to seem too eager so I walked to the door slowly, "Lovino, you in there?" I asked. There was a gasp from behind the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Lovi laying on my sheets naked and flushed one hand wrapped around his cock and the other intertwined with his curl. His hand wand was glistening with precum and it seemed he was already close to release.

We were both frozen, but when I got over the initial shock, my surprised face melted into a smile. That seemed to trigger something in Lovi and he started to screech, his face bright red and puffy. A little tomato. "I—It wasn't- This is not- And it's not- It's all your fault!" He attempted to hide himself under the sheets, but he was too flustered to be well coordinated.

I set the wine on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, humming, "So I was the one that made you like this?" I kept my eyes locked with his but I gestured to his throbbing erection.

He sputtered and backed up into the headboard, "N-No! Shut up, bastard!"

Sensing the lie, I leaned in to his ear, "I'll make it up to you, I promise," I whispered kissing his cheek.

"D-Don't say things like that!" He cried trying to push me away. "G-Go away!" I ran a hand down his bare chest, his skin soft, unblemished, no deep open wounds of war and famine like so many other nations these days.

I stopped and sat up straight, "Do you want me to go away?" I asked. He stared at my hands in a state of utter want. "Just say the word and I will leave you." I said.

Romano's face grew into a darker shade of red, "I-I" He paused and looked away. The messed up sheets. The red wallpaper. The bottle of wine. "Don't go." He finally choked out.

I took his face in my hands and stared him straight in the face, "Romano—Lovino, I love you." I told him, "And I will prove it to you." I, finally, kissed his lips. I felt him gasp on them, but he stopped pushing into my chest, and he actually started kissing me back. Primal instinct was taking over and I left his mouth to attack his neck.

"Sh-Shit! Y-You bastard!" He breathed. I nipped at his jugular as my hands roamed across his body. I tweaked one of his nipples and he gasped. "F-Fuck!" I assumed he was begging for release, he was already so close when I had walked in. I let my hand trail down into his lap and stroke his twitching erection. "Fuck! Tonio I'm going to fucking come! Get the hell out of here!" He cried.

I smirked into his neck, "No chance." I said as I started rubbing the head. It was slippery from precum.

"Ah—Shit!" He cried. He came onto his stomach and my shirt, panting. I pulled my shirt off and trailed kissed down his neck and onto his stomach, licking up the sticky mess "Bastard! I already came you have to g—mnhhh," He was already getting another hard-on as I sucked at his nipple. One hand began playing with his limp penis again and the other tangled itself in his curl. I felt it begin to stiffen up.

"Mmnh, Tonio…" He hummed.

As quick as I could manage, I ran to my nightstand and looked through the drawer. I could hear Lovi whine as I left. "Un momento!" I said and pulled out the container of lubricant and a box of condoms.

"You keep that in your nightstand?" He asked, a little flabbergasted.

"Yes I do." I replied and kissed his lips again. I fumbled with the container, trying to keep myself focused on Lovi. I spilled the lube onto my fingers and felt around Lovi's nether regions. He gasped again. "I love you, Lovi." I told him as I slipped a finger into his entrance.

" Ah—That feels weird!" He breathed.

I reached around and tried to find his sweet spot so that I could make him warm up to the idea a little better. I prodded and poked around until finally his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered closed.

"Ah—what w-was that…?" He asked his voice low and sexy.

I smiled. "Felt good, right?" He hummed in response.

Seeing that he was comfortable with the one, I pushed in a second. His breath hitched, this one would hurt more. I stretched him the best I could, massaging his back to calm him as I inserted the third.

At that, he cried out a little in pain. "Shit that hurts, bastard!" He mumbled, obviously not in too much pain.

"I know, I know, it will feel better," I promised kissing his shoulder. I moved my fingers around and he went from wincing to calmness to back into liking it. "I'm going to put it in now, okay?" I asked. He nodded. I quickly lathered my penis in the lube.

I made sure to go in slowly as to not hurt Lovi. He whined a little as I pushed in. His eyes were scrunched shut and sweat was beading on his brow. He was incredibly tight. When I was fully sheathed I paused to notice that Lovi was panting, "M-Merda, spostare il vostro pene d-dannata!" He said, his voice getting higher. I knew a little bit of italian so I got that he said something about moving my penis. So I obliged pulling out a bit and gently pushing back in. He gasped and whined a little.

Lovino didn't seem too pleased, "What is it, mi amore?" I asked, pulling out a little farther and pushing in. He bit his lip and avoided my eyes and did not answer, "I can't make it better until you tell me." I urged him. I kept my gentle pace, waiting for him to answer.

His face, though previously bright red, grew into a brighter shade."H-harder." He mumbled quietly.

"Ah—What's that?" I asked, slowing more.

"I said harder," He growled. I couldn't help but smirk. I pulled nearly the whole way out and shoved in quicker than before. Lovi cried out.

"Better?" I breathed against his neck.

I shoved in him again, aiming for his sweet spot, "AHH! Yes! Yes! Yes!" He cried. He clawed at by back, biting his lip when he wasn't mewling or gasping. "Fuck—ah—Tonio!"

"Te amo. Te amo. Te amo" I repeated into his ear as I pushed and pushed.

I felt warmth pooling in my stomach and my pace bécame sloppier. I don't think Lovino noticed, though. He was nearing release as well. "Mi amore, I-I am going to cum." I warned him. He nodded, his eyes shut tight. I grasped his curl and tugged a little bit and felt Lovi tighten around my penis as he came all over our stomaches for the second time. His relaxing muscles brought me to my release only moments after him.

"I believe you," Lovi said, his eys fluttering from exhaustion.

I looked up at him, confused. "Hmm?"

"I believe that you love me, bastard, alright?" His face grew red again, "Anch'io ti amo, okay? Smettere di preoccuparsi di me, ora."

Translations:

Oh Lovi, que significan mucho para mí,: Oh, Lovi, you mean a lot to me!

hombre: lot's of things... I'm saying it's something like "dude" or "bro"

bastardo: Bastard (Shocker)

amore: love

M-Merda, spostare il vostro pene d-dannata: S-Shit, move you're d-damn penis!

Te amo: I love you

Anch'io ti amo, okay? Smettere di preoccuparsi di me, ora: I love you, okay? Stop bothering me now.

Out of character, character? Check. Masturbation? Check. Smut? Check. Cheesey Halkmark ending? Check.

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I'M WRITING ANOTHER FIC THAT YOU SHOULD READ. (I'm pretty sure I can't post a link and I'm too tired to jump through hoops to find out if I can or not so just click on my profile for it.)

It's Superhero!USXSupervillain!UK It's very silly and I love it.

Send me pairings! I think next might be Franada... Just cause I think that Canada would make a nice, dirty whore. DX *shot*

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