Part II. I still feel like it was split in a bad place...

And after this, I'm already halfway through the next chapter. Had two weeks' worth of trouble with this, but at last, I jumped over the roadblock! Or maybe kind of ran into it and tore my way across, trailing bits and pieces of roadblock behind me. It's like story constipation or something. Anyway, I'm working it out, so the fic will go on!

Insert disclaimer here.


Spain laughed. "I love you, Lovi," he said, nuzzling Romano and receiving a lick to his cheek in reply. "No matter what."

Romano huffed. "Hurry up, bastard." He looked away so the older man couldn't see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Spain figured it out anyway, but pretended not to notice. "Now, this," he took the waistband of Romano's pants, "I'm not cutting a hole in it so you'll let me take it off, yes?"

He cried out in surprise as he was seized by the neck. "No—more—stupid—questions—you stupid prick!" Romano headbutted him, then kicked his pants off as quickly as he could. Spain smirked as the boxers followed suit. Lovi was getting desperate; his legs were shaking as Spain slipped his hand into the heat between them. "Chigiiiiiii!" he cried when a finger pushed its way into his opening. "Antonio! It hurts!"

Spain felt the warm wet walls contracting spastically around his finger. Romano held on to him tightly, resting his head on his shoulder, howling in pain as the Spaniard wriggled his finger deeper into him. "Shh… Lovi," Spain half-whispered, "relax your muscles. It'll hurt less." He stroked the younger country's hair soothingly, humming softly to calm him down. Slowly, the spasms subsided, and the loud cries were reduced to whimpers. Romano let out a long sigh and his grip on Spain. While he was relaxed, Spain took the chance to insert another finger, scissoring them back and forth so they went inside more easily. Rivulets of sticky juices trickled down the back of his hand as the Italian moaned, bucking his hips from the stimulation. "How does it feel?"

"Better…" Romano cracked open a tear-filled eye. "I've never felt it this deep before." He winced as Spain began moving his fingers again.

"Haha… Look at Lovi's innocent face! I wonder if this counts as taking your virginity a second time." He drooled at the thought.

"Sick, perverted old man!" Spain braced himself for a blow to the head, but instead felt hands fiddling with his belt. "Can we get this done with already so I can go back to hating your guts!" Romano glared at him, his blush flaring up again.

"Sheesh! Such an impatient boy," Spain chided, letting his digits slide out of him with a wet sound. He licked his fingers with the fastidiousness of a cat, and Romano felt his breath hitch in his throat as he realized where the fluid had come from. He watched Antonio lap up the fat droplets, feeling more running down his legs. Before he knew it, he was sucking on Spain's hand. There was a strange flavor to the salty trails on the skin, and a faint musky odor that lingered unpleasantly in his mouth, but he tried to ignore it and continued licking his juices from the hand, along with Antonio. Their tongues met. A mischievous glint flashed in Spain's eyes. He planted a kiss on Romano's lips, then leaned in and licked his nose, laughing as the smaller nation yelped and hastily wiped it. It was so worth the slap he got in return. "Ah, Lovi, you're so cute," he giggled, clutching his burning cheek. Romano snorted.

Spain placed his hands on the Italian's hips. "Lean on me," he suggested. Romano complied as the former guided him into position. He let out a small whine when he felt he felt the tip of Spain's member prod his entrance. "Lovi, it's going in." He gritted his teeth and nodded, burying his face in his husband's shoulder. He wondered how that jerk's dick would even fit, considering how filled he'd felt with just one finger in there. His fears were confirmed when Antonio pushed in a bit deeper and a searing pain suddenly erupted. Choking back a cry, he dug his chin into the nape of the Spaniard's neck. It hurt, it hurt so much… Why was Antonio dragging this out for so long… He rammed his hips down, bracing himself for the agony that ensued.

"Ngh!" Spain grunted as his cock was engulfed entirely. God, it was so warm and tight… Romano was rocking back and forth, shuddering violently, a mess of noises rising in the back of his throat. He opened his mouth to speak—and sputtered spit down the older man's back instead. Spain ran a hand through his soft brown hair as another wave of tremors hit. "Lovi… Lovi… Let's slow down a bit," he said worriedly. Romano coughed and sobbed into his shoulder. Each time he tensed up his walls clenched around the throbbing member, making Spain moan and bite his lip from the effort of holding back. Stars swam in his vision. He was at his limit. Screw the Italian (literally…), his body screamed at him, he wanted to—had to—reach that happy place.

He laid Romano down on the picnic cloth as gently as he could (he found himself starting to shake too from the anticipation). Fortunately, the boy seemed to have calmed down a bit. His ragged breaths had given way to steady gasps and he had stopped crying. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, as though he had slipped off into some faraway place and left his body there. As his shirt slipped from the change in position, exposing his stomach and the valley between his breasts, he squealed and frantically began buttoning it. One of the little pieces of plastic was wrenched off by his fingers' convulsive movements, but he managed to fasten one closure over his sternum, so at least his nipples wouldn't show. Not that they weren't visible anyways; the sight of those erect little nubs poking out from the fabric made Spain want to lick and suck and taste them. But then Lovi would never trust him again… He settled instead for a kiss to the forehead, smiling as he watched the nation struggle out of his stupor and slowly trudge back to reality. "Bentornati," he whispered when the hazel eyes locked on his green ones.

"Stai zitto."

"Lovi, you're so mean~~~~~"

"Spingi."

"Huh?"

"Subito."

"What? Slow down! It's like you're speaking in some other language!"

"Io ti amazzerò."

Spain laughed. "Sto solo scherzando…" He planted another kiss on the Italian's lips.

"AH!" Romano gasped as Spain complied with his demand. "You—have—a—te—terrible—accent!" he wheezed in rhythm to the Spaniard's thrusts.

Spain pretended to be mortified, which was hard to do when his entire body felt hot and flustered and he was gasping for breath. "Li—lies!" he countered, feeling drool leak out of his open mouth onto Romano's shirt, but not even bothering to contain the mess because the pleasure was overriding his brain. "Pa—parlo be—ne—l'ita—li—l'italia—no!"

"You suck! You—you—ah—faster!" From the sound of it, Lovi wouldn't hold out much longer either, Spain thought as he quickened his pace.

Suddenly he stopped. "Oh! I forgot!" he exclaimed. "The condoms are upstairs!"

Romano wailed in frustration. "Fuck the condoms! Keep going!"

"But then, you're a girl now! What if I get you pregnant?" said Spain, careful to avoid saying it the other way round ("What if you got pregnant") in case he got accused of blaming everything on the Italian.

"Fuck! I don't care! Just do it!" He paused. "You bought condoms?" Another pause. "You BASTARD, you were planning this from the start? WHAT THE HELL! OH MY GOD what the FRICK is this it's a CONSPIRACY against me gosh I HATE you right now how DARE you plan things behind my back GOOD LORD I will GET YOU for this you son of a bitch, and your little dog too FUUUUUUCCCKKKK why do things always turn out this way I am SICK AND TIRED of being bested and—aaaaaaahhhh!"

Spain continued thrusting, looking away in shame. Unfortunately, it was the only way to shut Lovi up.

"—and wh-what's this? Y-you—are—trying to a—appease—me—n-now? Ah! S-screw you! H-how dare you—nnnnh—you—think of—me—as s-some—kid—hyuh—who can be—be—yaaaaah—bought—with sweets! Ah… L-listen to me—ngh—when I'm—speaking—unh—to you, you—hah—damn BASTA—A—ARD!"

He sensed an incredible display of anger later. Things never turned out well when Lovi managed to resist.

"Son of a—aaah! Can't—believe you would—ugh—go out and—buy—condoms while—ah—I was sleeping! Ah! I bet the—the—ah—guy—at the counter—ngh—had a good laugh—when he—saw you! Hah… hah… hah… This—kind of loser-face—ah—can actually—unh—get laid? He m-must've—been—ah—thinking that! Tomato-freak! AAAAAAAAAAAAANH!"

He prayed that there wouldn't be a lot of furniture broken this time.

"Dickhead! Asshole! Agh! You—will—p-pay—for this! I—nnh—swear it! Oh god! Antonio! Harder! H-harder! Damn it—it—feels—so—good! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I love you! I love you! Antonio, do you hear me? Antonio!"

Well, this was new.

Spain wondered what he should do, but somehow he couldn't think straight. Placating the fiery little nation didn't seem as important anymore, not when he was coming, he was almost there, a few more pushes should do it, he heard Lovi sputtering and thrashing about beneath him, his cock was being gripped so tightly, or maybe it was because he had gotten harder, he didn't know, but he didn't care either, the tension in his pelvis was building, he was vaguely aware of Romano's fingernails scoring painful tracks along his back, his body was on fire, he—

"L-Lovino!" Spain groaned as he came. Pleasure flooded his senses and overflowed into Romano as he filled the latter with his seed, shaking from the force of his orgasm. Lovi was screaming and yelling as he reached his own climax. How noisy he was being… Spain engulfed the Italian's mouth in his, and drove his member into him a few times for good measure before pulling out. Cum spattered across Romano's thigh and stomach as he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around the smaller country. They lay there, gasping and panting, until Spain broke the silence. "Was it good?"

Romano blushed. "S-stupid, don't ask questions like that!" He turned around and faced his back to the Spaniard. "Pervert…"

"Lovi~~~~" Spain cooed, hugging him. "You're so cute when you're angry—"

Romano elbowed him in the gut.

"Ack! Lovi…" As Spain curled into fetal position he noticed that Romano had turned around again and was glaring at him. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, dammit!" His face turned scarlet. "Just…just… um… In—in this state I can't top you anymore, can I?" He scowled.

"Ahahahahaha! How cute~~~~!" Spain planted a kiss on Romano's forehead, laughing as the latter turned away in embarrassment. A dark look flashed in his eyes. "If you join me in bed tonight I'll teach you how…"

"You—!" With a cry of fury, Romano jumped on top of him. "Like hell I will! Sick-minded, evil, immoral bastard!" But Spain was no longer paying attention; he was watching the thick white line slowly creeping down the Italian's thigh. When Romano realized this, he began pounding Spain's chest repeatedly with his fists. "Pervert! Pervert! You good-for-nothing pervert! I hate you! Why did you have to come so much! How am I supposed to clean this up? Gah! Damn you, Spain! You made me bleed! SPAGNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"

Spain laughed. "How energetic he's being today…"


Bentornati—Welcome back

Stai zitto—Shut up

Spingi—Thrust

Subito—Right now

Io ti amazzero—I'll kill you

Sto solo scherzando—Just kidding

Parlo bene l'italiano—I speak Italian well (Lies, Spain… -.-)

Dio mio-My God

I hope those translations were accurate. I don't trust Google Translate but I need it for phrases, and WordReference is a mess of multiple definitions and translations and stuff. I was very lucky that French and Italian are compatible enough for me to figure out how the verbs should be conjugated. I think…


This year, my geography teacher's other class had a mock Copenhagen Conference (the meeting the countries held December of last year to discuss climate change). The desks were arranged into rows and each one had a country's name taped on it. So we took the liberty of choosing our seats as we pleased. Interestingly:

The China guy was into cute moe randomness. I don't know if this includes Shinatty-chan but it's highly likely. Unfortunately, he has no cooking skills at all whatsoever.

The Sweden guy was a smart, stoic person.

The Italy guy was being goofy with the Germany guy.

The Canada seat was empty.

Sweden was being uncharacteristically friendly with UK and US (and for some strange reason UK and US were getting along very well too...). Poor Finland wasn't there to watch his 'husband' two-time.

Ethiopia and Egypt were having a nice friendly chat.

There was a South Korea seat that I kept wishing was filled by one particular guy (unfortunately, he took History and not Geo) who once groped the China guy's chest.

Hetalia. Making classroom situations everywhere hilarious.


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