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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Romano woke up before France today. That was kind of rare, though it wasn't like he could do anything. The door and window were locked, for his safety. He could use the bathroom, if he needed to, but he can't lock the door.
"Wait a second..." He whispered to himself. He looked at the window. It was snowing. He walked closer to the window to watch it. Being in Spain and Italy for most of his life, he would rarely see this much snow in one place, in person.
He jumped and yelped, startled, when France grabbed him from behind his back. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Let go of me, dammit..."
"Why do you hold on to your pride when we both know that you crave my attention?"
"It doesn't matter who's giving the attention to me, dammit!"
"Even if I were Germany?"
Romano kept quiet. He didn't bother answering that question. "Um... Can you unlock the damn door so I can go outside?"
"Just as long as you wear many layers. You may borrow my boots- I think we're about the same size in shoes. I have many scarfs, and gloves. How are you feeling?"
Romano shrugged. "Okay." He honestly didn't feel much pain from the brand France gave him the night before. A little pain, yes, but not much. Only when he thought about it, would he feel anything. 'Whatever was in that needle, must be very strong...'
France kissed the top of his head. "Bon." He pushed his groin against Romano. "You may go outside, after we have fun together."
Romano shook his head. "I don't like sex when I'm hungry..." He placed his forehead against the glass. He could feel France's arousal growing harder against him.
France hummed and kissed Romano's neck. "Fine..." He pulled away and unlocked the door. He didn't bother waiting on Romano before going to the closet to grab what his Italian would need.
Romano was standing closely behind him after he got dressed. He grabbed his jacket right away while France was fishing out the other items he would need. One by one, he put them all on as he was handed the articles of clothing. He was just about to go through the screen door, when France stopped him.
"What the Hell? Dammit!" He growled on instinct.
"You're not doing anything until you take your pills."
"Oh..." Was all he could think about saying. He waited in the kitchen while France was getting them from who else but France knows where. He wasn't allowed to know where the harmful things were, after all.
France dropped two pills in front of him without saying anything. He grimaced at the larger pill. If it was his choice- which it was, at first, when he was bulimic- he wouldn't have to take the pill. He was eating full meals now, but still, France wanted what was best for his health. Though it made him almost... Glad, that he didn't have as many choices as he did when he was harming himself every day, on multiple occasions. He chugged that pill down first.
"Dammit..." He always felt a little sick to his stomach, even after chugging down most of the water. His other pill was much easier to go and stay down. He waited a few seconds to let them sit in his stomach, before finally standing up and going outside. He was annoyed that his life was sort of controlled by two pills, but it was easy to forget about that when occupied.
He made a little ball of snow before pushing it around, making the snow attact even more snow to it. 'It really is a good thing that I'm here...' He started thinking. 'I have more freedom here, than I do in a hospital. France has his way with me, anyway...' He stopped for a second, before continuing on his snowy project. 'Plus, I really don't care about France. I would never say it out loud, but I don't want Spain to go through the trouble, just to take care of me...'
When he was satisfied with the size, he started making another ball and rolling that one around. 'I get better good here, anyway, and I'm allowed visitors.' He attached that smaller ball to the back of the first almost oval-like ball he made.
He started tracing on the larger snow ball with his finger. 'It is a lot easier to just give in...' He winced his eyes a little to hold back his tears. 'What have pride ever done for me? It just got me raped... He would probably get bored of me if I just give in like a doll...' He stopped for a minute. '...Why..?' He wiped away his tears with his cold, covered hands. 'I don't want him to get rid of me! I am not a toy, dammit! What if I get broken to the point of becoming a doll? Would he take my brother instead? O-Or Spain?' He looked at the fence. "Then why does he keep me here..?"
France jumped when alarms went off from his cameras and his phone. 'Merde!'* He ran outside without a jacket on. There was a chair that was on the patio, now moved by the fence. He could hear Romano screaming, as well. He quickly jumped over the fence so he could get to Romano as soon as possible. He had to wait until the shocking stopped for a few seconds before picking Romano up and running back inside the fence before it could start again.
He set the Italian boy down on the couch so he could turn off his oven. He brought a chair by the couch and waited for Romano to come back. "Wh..." The younger one of the two started, but couldn't quite get the words out.
"Why did you do something so stupid, Romano?" France was about to shed tears for him.
"Wh-Why... D-Do you k-keep m-me..? I-I'm p-probably just g-going to break, and become just... A toy..."
"If you think that, than it will happen." France started running his hand through Romano's hair.
"W-Would you... Throw me away? You said that... That you wanted me because of my attitude... If I d-don't show any more emotion..."
France's eyes widen a little. "I would never do anything like that!" He said, automatically, before thinking about it. "I... I honestly don't want that to happen, and I'll try anything to avoid it, but... I think I would be depressed myself, if that happens to you. I would try to bring you back. I don't want to think about that..." France covered his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry... I'm so much trouble to take care of... I don't think I want to die, exactly... I want to... Be by myself, to see what happens. I want to run away from you, with you trying to get me back. I didn't know, though I should've guessed, that you have alarms warning you. I was hoping that I could at least get far enough so the thing wouldn't shock me anymore, or until I found somebody who can pick-lock things like this brace."
"Wow..." France sighed heavily, and removed his hands from his face. "And I was almost starting to doubt the pills."
"I'm sorry..." Romano repeated, in a whisper. "I'm sorry, i-if I become an emotionless doll... I... I want to go outside again..."
France's eyes widen in disbelief. "Absolutely not!"
"Please?" Romano started crying. "I just wanted to try once... I was feeling... Creative, out there. I was feeling a little calm, I guess... Well, a little... I... If I go over that fence again, then... I-I'll help you get any other nation you want..." He offered. He was just hoping for a certain answer from France.
"I don't want any other nation, Romano." That was it. He smiled a little inside.
"Th-Then..." He continued, although he already knew France's answer for his first answer, and just wanted to hear it come out of his mouth. "Then... I'll... Ma-Marry you... In a year... I-If... I meet your requirements, I guess... Otherwise, I'll just do whatever you want me to do like a good little bitch, if I go over that fence again."
France stopped for a minute to think. "You'll call Spain to tell him that you never want to see him ever again, and if he shows up, or just happens to be there if we went out, then you'll cower behind me while giving him dirty looks, if you go over that fence again."
"Okay." Romano didn't have to think about it. That made France smile. That meant that Romano wasn't lying at all when he said that he wouldn't run.
"And, because you attempted to run away once, you're going to ride me after breakfast. Even if I have to force you."
Romano tried lifting his hand. He was able to touch France's knee, but his mucles wouldn't work completely properly. "If you can turn me on, then I won't fight... I don't think I can ride you for the next few hours, though. I'm sorry I disobeyed you."
France sighed. "Just don't do it again." He stood up and walked to the kitchen again. "I'll call you back in when little lunch(1) is ready."
Romano was able to get back outside after a few minutes. He started building sculptures with the snow again. He wished that the leaves were still there, so he wouldn't have to trace them on.
France, after finishing breakfast, started watching Romano from the screen door. He was admiring all of the things Romano were making. They were mainly snow rabbits and tomatoes, but there were also traces of things on the snow that he made with his finger. What exactly, however, he couldn't tell.
"Romano~! Food's ready~!" He finally called out for the Italian boy. Romano looked up from what he was doing, before getting up and running inside. He didn't bother taking his jacket, or anything off. He wanted to get back outside as soon as possible. "What were you drawing?"
"Things..." Romano pushed his food around. "I'm just doing this to cool the food down."
"Well, that's good. What kind of things?"
Romano gritted his back teeth together. "Just... Things."
France got up from his seat and grabbed his jacket and boots. Romano stayed where he was sitting even when France went outside to look at the drawings. He sighed in relief when he saw them. They were mostly cute drawings of Spain and northern Italy. Especially of Spain. He understood why Romano seemed upset, now.
France went back inside with a soft smile on his face. "Your drawings are very cute."
"No, they're not..."
France looked up at Romano in surprise. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
"I'll never do as good in art as Italy..."
France gritted his teeth a little. "Stop that. Stop comparing yourself to your brother."
Romano dropped his fork. "How can I, when people are always asking "why are you nothing like your cute, sweet, artistic, perfect little brother?"
"Romano..." France didn't know what to say. He reached over to run his hands through Romano's hair. "I love you so much, Romano..." He slid his hand so he's cupping Romano's cheek. He leaned over to kiss him on the lip. He licked the sweet juice from the fruits he used for Romano's food, off of his lips. He eventually got off of his seat to sit on Romano's lap.
"What are you doing?"
France stabbed some food with a fork and brought it up to Romano's lips. "Eat."
Romano opened his mouth a little. He didn't know why he gave in so easily. France licked away the juice again. France stabbed some more food, but he took the food into his own mouth this time. He pushed his tongue inside of Romano's mouth to push the fruit inside.
Romano took the food in greedily. He soon found himself running his hand against France's leg. 'Wh-Why am I getting so horny from this..?' He moved his head so France could suck on and mark his neck. He panted and ran his hand down to cup France's ass.
"Someone's really getting into the mood~!"
"Why now..?"
France shrugged. "I wasn't planning on doing anything now, until I kissed you. Anyway, talking is getting you less horny, so..." France ran his hand up Romano's shirt so he could rub and pinch his nipples.
Romano moaned and demanded access to France's mouth again. He used his other hand to feel France's back from under his shirt. Though, when the chair starting falling backwards, Romano bit the bottom of his tongue, and the top of France's, in surprise. He moved forward so the chair fell on all four legs again.
"I-I'm... Sorry, dammit. I was just... We were falling..." Romano said, although he was embarassed. "We should probably be eating, still..."
France smirked and picked a strawberry up with two fingers. It was warm, and sticky in between his fingers. Romano eagerly accepted it when offered. He even licked and sucked France's fingers clean. "Beautiful..." He whispered.
"Couldn't we wait until after we're done eating, instead of during?"
"We could, but you haven't willingly caressed me this much... Ever. I don't think you ever held me this much before. If I were to cover it with food, would you suck on my dick, as lustily as you did my fingers?"
"No." Was the only answer Romano gave the other man.
France sighed in disappointment. "I guess you're just not that turned on yet, then."
"I guess I'm not. Get off of me. I really don't want to fall backwards, and I don't exactly want to eat my food when it's cold, either."
France giggled and pecked Romano on the lips before finally getting off of him. "By the way, you don't have to worry about my tongue. You didn't bite it too hard. It wasn't bleeding, or even marked for more than a minute or two."
Romano was relieved about that, even though he wouldn't admit that to France. He continued to eat until there was nothing left. He would imagine licking the food off of France's chest, to keep himself turned on. He already knew that France was going to force sex on him, so he didn't bother trying to fight the pleasure, and instead, enjoy it as much as he could.
"Would sex even be okay to do when I just got my err... "Vital regions," branded yesterday?"
"It should be okay. I think I'm going to finish my breakfast on you~!"
Romano's eye twitched a little. "Before that, could you, please, do something for me? I want you to text whoever we are NOT related to that I want them to leave me alone... That includes America. I don't want him to come anywhere near me."
France smiled. "I can do that."
"Thanks... I guess. I appreciate it."
France started working on just that. Sending the message- "Romano says that he doesn't want anybody who isn't related to him or me in any way, to visit."
"Now that that's done, we can go to the bedroom and-" France was interrupted by his phone vibrating and giving off a tune. He checked the message he just received. "...Really?"
"What?"
"Take a look." France handed Romano the phone. The sender of the message said "Alfred Jones."
"No way, d00d! I'm the hero, and I'm cummin' over there as soon as possible 2 save him! Hahaha!"
"Are you sure he lived with England?" Romano sighed. Without permission, he replied-
"Don't. I don't want to be rescued. Especially not by an American man who can't use proper English."
"Did Francy brainwash u, d00d? I'll save u!"
Romano growled in frustration.
"Don't you fucking dare."
"R u being watched by France?"
"No."
"U don't have 2 lie 2 me!"
"I'm not ly-" France walked around him to see what he was typing. "Well, now he's watching me. Thats probably because I'm constantly sending messages to you while angry! I'm using his phone, you know. I'm sure he doesn't want me slamming it to the ground in frustration!"
France took the phone away from Romano. "No, I do not." France sent a quick message to America.
"France here. Leave us alone."
He set the phone down on the table. "Are you still horny?"
Romano shrugged. "Are you?"
"I'm sure that I can get it up fairly quickly, after you take your clothes off." The phone rang just then.
"Ignore it." Romano stood up. "I'll wait in the bedroom."
"Sounds good."
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(1) In French, "breakfast" is "petit(e) dejuner," which is literally "little lunch."
"Merde" - "Damn"