Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
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France was making breakfast already when Romano woke up and sat down in the kitchen to watch. France turned to him and smiled. "Good morning, Romano. Are you feeling better today?" Romano nodded, making France sigh. Romano refused to talk for the rest of the night after England left, and because of that, France couldn't figure out why he would do that.
'Another nation knows...' Romano thought to himself. 'He doesn't even care about ME! He just cares about beating France at something. He's probably going to tell people... Like... Like America. Dammit! I don't want him to find out! He's probably already planning on "saving" me, just for the fucking glory of "being the hero."'
"Well, at least you're feeling better today, even if it's just a little." At least he wasn't doing anything to rebel. Romano would do as he was told, no matter what, or, at least as far as France knows. He didn't request anything sexual for Romano to do to him after England left, though he is curious to try, now.
Romano looked at the food France was making. Fruit. It was always fruit for him for breakfast, though he couldn't say that he didn't know why. He was a picky eater, especially now that he's afraid of gaining weight.
"Will you please tell me what's wrong, Romano?"
"I-I..." He started, quietly. "I'm just... Pissed off at England, I guess..."
France could help but smile. "You too, huh?"
"I don't want America trying to save me for the damn glory, either. I came here for a reason. I didn't just give up, you know."
"I know, and I'm almost positive that England knows better than to tell America. Everybody knows how much of a pain in the ass he can be." Romano nodded in agreement. France set a plate down on the table for Romano.
He sat at the table and started eating before France even had his food. Romano automatically seperated the apple pieces from everything else, again. He noticed this quickly, so he started eating the apple pieces to avoid getting talked to by France.
France pet his head, as though he was a dog. "I'm glad that you're eating more, now."
Romano opened his mouth to say something, but he just grunted. He took his pills before finishing his food so they would settle in his stomach better. "I... Nevermind."
France looked up at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just... I guess I just feel like I need to thank you, for helping me out like this, I guess... I-I mean, with the hospital and all... You could obviously do much worse than this. So uh... Thanks... I guess..."
France smiled widely. "No problem! I am always happy to help you with whatever you may need!"
"I need Spain." Romano said, immediately. France's smile shrunk a little.
"He's busy working, you know. He'll come by whenever he can. I'm positive that he will, and I'll let him."
Romano was just about to tell him that Spain is probably working so hard to get him back, like he said he would, and that Spain working so hard is France's fault, but he stopped himself before he even started.
'I... Is he really? And why would he be so anxious to get me back after we had sex?' He turned his eyes to see France. "Why would he obey me, and let me stay, until he had sex with me? Why would he want to win me my independence back after sex?"
"It's because you thought that he thought that he was imagining that it was Italy, instead of you, and knowing him, he probably thought that was the reason to why you would stop him before you two got anywhere."
Romano stared at him for a second. "Um... Were you, er... Just waiting for me to ask you that?"
"Of course I was, because I knew that you would."
"That's... Kind of fucking creepy..." He didn't like thinking that France knew him like that. He didn't feel much like eating anymore.
"Are you done?" France asked, once he got about half way done with his food. Romano was just sitting there, staring at the food on his plate.
"I-I guess..." He sighed. Part of him really did wish that he could eat more, but another part of him made him sick just thinking about it. He was kind of hoping that France would tell him to eat more, but his plate was just taken away once France was done with his food. He tried holding back the tears that were wanting to come out.
"What's wrong?" His eyes widen, and he looked at France. "You look like you're about to cry..."
Romano closed his eyes shut and turned away. "I-I'll try to take better care of myself..." He whispered. France wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
"I'm glad to hear that. I'm very glad to hear that you want to take better care of yourself."
"I won't, if you don't help me..." He admitted.
"Of course I'll help you! I've been trying to help you, you know!"
"I know..." He sighed. "May I go now?" France nodded and let go of him. Romano stood up, but he only went into the living room. He assumed that France would be in there shortly. It was annoying, not being able to be left alone with nobody watching you, but he knew that it was for the best. He understood that France was working hard to help him get better mentally.
His head was forced to lay on France's shoulder, while France's arm wrapped around his own shoulders. "Do you want to go to the next world meeting?"
"What?" Romano looked up at him. He wanted to see Spain, but he didn't want to deal with anybody else. He lowered his head back on France's shoulder. "...I don't know..."
"Well, you have some time to think about it." Though France really wanted to wait until Romano was broken to the point where he would stop talking about Spain, and start clinging onto him for more then support for when he's sad, or angry at himself. He still figure that he could ask, and see what the answer was. "I'll probably stay here, with you, if you decide not to go, but that all depends on how much I'm needed. Just keep in mind that you might be forced to go, anyway." Just in case Romano started cutting himself, again.
"I don't care what you do. Simple as that. I just want to be left alone by everybody, besides Spain."
France gritted his teeth together. "Do you enjoy pissing me off?"
"What are you talking about?"
Romano was suddenly forced on his back. France started dominating his mouth, forcing his tongue inside and fighting a winning battle against Romano's tongue. He slipped his hand up the other man's shirt to pinch the man's nipples to get them erect.
"It's incredibly rude to talk about another man..." France took Romano's tag in between his teeth. That gave him an idea. He pulled away and got off of Romano. "Don't leave this couch until I return."
Romano couldn't help but to start crying from the sudden attack. He was even more frightened by what France had in his hands when he returned. "Wh-Why would you h-have those?" He pointed to the headband with pointy dog-like ears and the dildo with a fluffy dog-like tail at the end of it. France smirked.
"I think you would look absolutely adorable, dressed as a dog." Romano just stared at the items with a scowl on his face. "Will you wear them willingly, or do I have to force you to?"
Romano stared at France with disbelief. "Uh, what do you think?"
"Fine." France placed the two items down so his hands were free enough force Romano's pants off. He quickly noticed that Romano wasn't fighting against him this time. "Why are you not fighting this time?"
"Do you want me to fight?" Romano asked, sarcastically. He started struggling. He tried kicking France off of him.
France got off of the couch to avoid getting kicked again. "I was just wondering if you're okay." He stroked Romano's cheek. "It looks like you were crying."
Romano averted his eyes away. "I was crying, dammit. I was startled!" He took a deep breath to calm himself down a little. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of sex, and I'm sick of being your sex slave, but I know that saying that won't do anything, so go ahead. I don't care anymore."
France placed the headband on Romano's head. "I still want to see you wearing this."
"Wear what?! A dildo and a headband?!" France ignored him and slipped his shirt off. The ears went with it. He sighed and dug around so he could return the headband on Romano's head. He then slipped the pants and underwear off.
"Get on your hands and knees on the floor." Romano hugged his knees and shook his head. France sighed and grabbed him by his shoulders, forcing him into the position he wanted. "Spread your legs..." France used his foot to guide Romano's legs apart. He took the toy and eased it inside of Romano.
Romano yelped and whined. France stood up and grabbed a tiny remote from his jeans. He used his thumb to turn the dildo on. Romano screamed a little. He bit his lip to avoid making any more noise.
"St-Stop..." Romano moaned. His eyes snapped wide open when he heard what sounded like a camera taking a picture. He turned to look at France, who had his cellphone up and pointed at him.
He kept on taking pictures of Romano. "I want you to stop talking about Spain so much. If something about him is ever mentioned, then I guess it's okay, but otherwise, I don't want you talking about any other man. You may talk about how much you hate Germany, or if you want, you may talk about Italy, because he's your brother, but not Spain. Not without a good reason."
"Why are you taking pictures, dammit?!"
France unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed his pants down and sat down on the couch. "Come here." Romano shook his head. "Come over here, unless you want these pictures to be sent to Spain."
Romano gritted his teeth and started crying. He didn't want to, but he didn't want Spain to see him this way, even more. He crawled, without being specified to do so, over to France. He was sitting right in front of his erection. "I... I-I really don't want to..."
"Well, your other hole is currently full, so you'll just have to make do with your mouth. Go on." France pushed on the back of Romano's head a little towards himself.
"P-Please... Couldn't you just fuck me instead?" His face was pushed against France's erection.
"But that's where your tail is! Don't worry. If you do this, then I'll keep all of the pictures for myself. I won't show them to anyone. I promise."
Romano opened his mouth a little, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he bit France's thigh and squeezed his legs. He didn't bite too hard. The mark would be gone in a matter of an hour, for a nation. He tried calming his breathing down.
'I didn't give in...' He thought to himself, trying to calm himself down. He didn't give in, meaning that he kept some pride left. Even if he were to give in eventually, he still fought, at least a little, to avoid having to do this.
"Come up here, Romano." France helped Romano up so he was straddling his hips. He pushed the Italian's face towards his neck. "Go ahead..."
"What?" Romano asked in a whisper.
"Take your anger out on my neck."
What did he have to be angry about now? He couldn't find a reason. He couldn't really find anything but annoyance and pleasure. He moaned against the neck instead. He couldn't help it. The way France positioned the toy, making it hit his prostate sometimes. He couldn't stand it. It was starting to make him go crazy. France saw that, so he turned down the vibrations to about half-way.
"I really want to see you down on your knees, still. I still want to see you give me a blow job. It should be easier for you, now. Will you obey?" Romano didn't do or say anything. "I wonder what Spain would think of these pictures..." Romano latched his teeth onto France's shoulder. He still didn't bite hard. France just sat there and waited for Romano to let go and slide back down in between his legs. Romano bared his teeth. "If you bite me, Romano, then I'll burn my signature on the tip of your cock. I can easily get the right tools for that."
Romano closed his eyes with his teeth still bared. "Just thinking about it makes me sick... I feel like I should just bite it off so I don't have to worry about you fucking me ever again..."
France sighed. "Fine. If you really feel that way, then I guess I'll brand you, put a leash on you, and walk you around the city. Maybe I'll do it again when the next world meeting comes up. I'm sure everybody would just love to see my new dog."
That's all Romano needed to hear. He stook his tongue out to lick the length from the bottom, to the top. He lapped at the head before completely engulfing it down his throat. He whined. His actions were just making him want France to fuck him even more. At least it was easy to pretend that it was Spain instead, and he didn't have to worry about moaning the wrong name this time.
France was recording the scene in front of him. He placed his free hand on Romano's hand to guide him down the rest of the way. He soon noticed how the other boy's hips were moving a little from time to time. He pulled back his hand. "Okay, that's good. Place your hands on the coffee table."
Romano sighed and stood up so he could bend over and wait. The vibrations stopped completely before France walked up to him to remove the toy. Romano moaned and bucked his hips backwards on instinct. "G-God..."
France pushed down on Romano's back so he was on his stomach. Romano gritted his teeth and clawed at the table when France slipped inside of him. He started crying again. France leaned over to lick the tears away. "What's wrong?"
Romano wanted to elbow France's face. "I would rather die then live like this forever..."
France placed his lips by Romano's ear. "You. Don't. Have. That. Choice. You will live here with me, as my pet. You won't find any escape, especially in death."
'I don't have a choice...' He sighed and calmed down. "I won't be doing anything, then. I'll just sit here and let you-" He moaned. "H-Harder..."
France chuckled. "As long as you moan things like that, I won't need anything else from you, sexually." He got up to grip Romano's hips, so he could thrust inside deeper and position himself so he could hit Romano's prostate.
"F-Fuck!" He started panting. "Make me cum already, dammit..." He spread his legs out a little more. France reached down so he could place his hand on Romano's thigh.
"Ask nicely, and I will..." He rubbed his hand up and down Romano's thigh, while avoiding his groin. This action made Romano's stomach turn in pleasure. His thighs would automatically spread apart to their limits.
Romano whimpered. "Please, touch me until I cum..."
France's hand wrapped around him. Romano moaned and came almost right away from the contact. "You didn't take long at all..." France told him in a disappointed tone of voice. Still, he stroked Romano until he was hard again.
"St-Stop! I don't need..." Romano tried getting France off of him.
"Stop that." France thrusted forward, into his prostate, making Romano stop and bite back a moan. "I'm not done yet..."