Hello all! So this drabble right here is actually part of a stockpile that I'm creating for myself so I stop falling so behind and upsetting you guys, lol. This one is for Amy Kitty Katz, who requested some Itacest. If you don't like the incest pairings, you can click off of this one, but hey. It floats some people's boats. Enjoy! And make sure to review this chapter and any others that tickle your fancy. ~Cheylock

Tangled: an Italy x Romano drabble

"Bastardo! Stop-a kicking me or so help me, next time the foot comes off," Lovino grumbled, pulling the covers over his head. He'd been staying with Feliciano for a little while, as he'd had a bit of an argument with Antonio that resulted in him getting kicked out of the house for the time being. Currently, it was eleven in the morning, and Lovino was attempting to sleep, but Feliciano kept kicking him in his. Right in between the ribs! It hurt, and it was always when he was on the brink of sleep. It sucked.

"G-Germany, stop that…" he heard from beside him, only to look over and see his brother with a giddy smile on his face. The giggle that ensued grated on his nerves until he couldn't take anymore. He sat up and shook the other's shoulders lightly.

"Feliciano, wake up," he muttered, and the other slowly rolled his shoulders before sitting up and yawning.

"Ciao, fratello! [1]" Feliciano chimed happily. Oh yeah. Lovino had forgotten. Feli was a morning person. Great…

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, rubbing his own eyes. He was so damned tired…

"Are-a you okay, fratello?" Feliciano asked, a little concerned at the other's tone. He knew Lovi wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but there was annoyance in his voice currently. Oh, he hoped he hadn't done anything to upset him!

"Oh, yeah," he said sarcastically. "I only spent about a quarter of the night being kicked in the ribs and hearing you mumble about the potato bastard that is Ludwig Beilschmidt."

Feliciano blushed a little at that and looked away. "Sorry, Lovino…" he said softly. "I-a didn't mean to do that, and I can't-a control my feet while I'm asleep…"

Lovino sighed and rubbed his temples. "I know…" he muttered. He tried to get out of bed then, when a sudden shock of pleasure ran through him and a soft moan made its way past his lips. Apparently Feliciano had felt it too, because he heard a groan from beside him.

"What the hell?" he asked, turning to face him. He felt a soft tug at his head, and that pleasure was back. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from making any noise that time. Very carefully, he looked up. "Crap," he muttered. Their curls were tangled together.

Feliciano was positively beet red at that point, as he'd been letting out soft noises with every little tug that had occurred thus far. "F-fratello…what's-a wrong?" he breathed. This wasn't the breathy tone he had when he finished a long session of training with Ludwig, however. No…this tone was different. There was a soft undertone of something else there: lust.

"Our curls are tangled…" he said softly, leaning up and quickly untangling the stray pieces of hair. He wasn't about to tell Feliciano that he'd gotten it though. Not when he was making those kinds of noises next to him.

"C-can you get it?" he asked, a moan getting caught in his throat when suddenly Lovino gave it a sharp tug.

"Just did…" Lovino breathed in his ear. Okay, so maybe he was going to tell him. He was a somewhat decent guy when he wanted to be, after all, and he didn't want to mess with it without his permission. After all, his own curl did the same thing to him, and he wouldn't want someone doing this without his permission, so he figured he'd give Feliciano the same courtesy.

"Then-a…why is your hand still on it?" he asked softly, a slight shiver running down his spine at the feeling of Lovino's breath in his ear. The other's lips trailed softly along his skin as he'd spoken, and had sent slight shocks through him.

"Feliciano…I know how wound-a up you must be…" he murmured, leaning down further and trailing his lips gently along the curve of his neck. "I am too. Would you like me to help you out?"

"I…uh…I don't-a quite get your meaning…" he breathed. Was Lovino offering to do what he thought he was?

"Let me rephrase," he purred deeply in his ear, his accent becoming thicker as he spoke. "Sono cornea ora. Sei cornea ora. Prendiamo cura l'uno dell'altro… [2]"

Feliciano's breathing hitched for a moment at his words. God…the words were true…but with his brother? Was he really that desperate for release that he'd stoop that low? Just then, however, Lovino tugged roughly at his curl, and his question was answered. Yes. Yes, he would stoop that low. "V-va bene [3]…" he whimpered. "P-prendersi cura di me…per favore…[4]"

Almost two hours later, the two brothers fell back against the pillows of the bed, panting and positively spent. Feliciano knew he was going to be insanely sore tomorrow, but right now he didn't care at all. It had felt too good and, once they'd started, he forgot completely that it was, in fact, Lovino doing that with him. It was just an extremely skilled lover to him, really. "Dio mio…[5]" Feliciano breathed. "That-a was amazing…"

Lovino nodded in agreement and wrapped his arms around the smaller Italian. "Si…it was," he breathed gently.

[1] Ciao, fratello! = Hi, brother!

[2] Sono cornea ora. Sei cornea ora. Prendiamo cura l'uno dell'altro. = I'm horny now. You're horny now. Let's take care of each other.

[3] Va bene = Alright

[4] Prendersi cura di me… per favore… = Take care of me…please…

[5] Dio mio = Oh my god