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!
"I used to be indecisive... Now I'm not too sure." ~ From another random guy in L.A. Noire.
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Romano moaned loudly when France licked the chocolate off of his nipples. He bucked up against France's stomach to send him a hint. His legs were spread wide open, but France wouldn't fulfill his request, yet.
"Fuck... What do you fucking want me to do, dammit?" He panted.
"Why aren't you holding me like before?"
Romano growled and wrestled France so he was on top now. He started lapping at France's right nipple, while pinching the other one.
France moaned. "I thought you said that you wouldn't be able to ride me for a few more hours."
"I never said that I was going to ride you. I'm just getting frustrated because..." He looked away. "Y-You won't fuck me, dammit... Not even with your fingers."
"That's because I want that to wait, mon amour. I want more foreplay and caresses."
Romano groaned in frustration before wrapping his arms around France's neck. He closed his eyes and stuck his tongue inside of France's mouth. France held his head close while their tongues fought against each other. His hands went down to grope Romano roughly, who moaned in reply.
Romano pulled away after some time. His face was flushed red and he panted heavily. "Fuck me already, dammit..."
France moved his head a little, so his neck was exposed. "Mark my neck, if you want me to finger you. Make it the neck. Not the shoulder."
Romano immediately latched his lips onto France's neck. He made sure that it was the bottom of the neck, so it could still be hidden with little effort. He sucked and bit one part of it before a mark was finally obviously visible.
"Get off for a second, so I can get something that will really make you feel good." France smirked. Romano rolled off of him and onto his stomach. He hugged a pillow in anticipation. France grabbed a vial from the little dresser that Romano recognized. He spread his legs out so France had better access to everything.
"The hero is here at last!"
The two men paused for a second. France checked outside of his window. America was outside, in a helicopter with a megaphone. "Get dressed."
"What the HELL is he doing here?!"
"I have no idea! Just get dressed, and we'll talk to him, okay? I'll be right back..." He ran to the kitchen, where his phone was sitting. He called America and waited for him to answer.
"I know you're there, France!"
"And a "hello" to you, too! Anyway, what did Romano tell you not even an hour ago? Romano, hide in the basement!"
"I'll nuke your nation if you don't give Romano up!" America shouted.
"Wait a second! Romano, come over here instead! America, I'll let you inside of my house. Just don't do anything stupid! Land your helicopter outside of my fence, and ring the doorbell at the front of the gate. I'll let you in, and then we can talk, okay?"
"Fine. We'll "talk" about how I'm going to save south Italy." France hung up first so he could go and get dressed before America came to the door. Romano sat down on the couch while waiting. He started thinking about Germany to calm his arousal down. He jumped when the doorbell was practically abused.
"I'm coming!" France ran into the living room to let America in. America slammed the door open.
"I'm here to save you, Romano~!"
Romano turned around to see him. "I already told you-" He stopped himself when he saw Belarus walking behind America. "I... I'm sorry... I would make you coffee, but I'm not allowed to handle the coffee pot."
France sat next to Romano on the couch. He put his mouth by Romano's ear to whisper into it. "She's already going out with America. They've been together ever since a few years after World War II."
"What?!" He looked at both America and Belarus. "How the hell did he get a girl like her?!"
"Excuse me?" They turned to look at Belarus. "He saved me from dying after Germany attacked me."
"Really? Huh. I'm not really sure what to think about that. He's still kind of a dumbass who is really pissing me off. Let me just say this: There's an electric gate somewhere closely in front of the fence. I have a brace around my ankle. Nobody can get in by going over the fence, unless it's me or France, and I can't go out by going over the fence, without literally being shocked."
"My big brother knows how to pick-lock just about anything, I think. We're going to Russia after this, so we can come back with him-"
"No!" Romano cleared his voice. "Err, uh... I mean that I don't want to go. I... I don't want to go..." He turned back around. "I get more freedom, here, then I do in a hospital, anyway."
"What are you talking about, dude?"
"He probably won't hesitate to nuke America. Even if he would, he would still do anything to get me. At least, that's what he told me. Besides, I already told you that I'm not going. I have everything I need here, and he needs me. I didn't even want to tell any body who I don't know... You can't take care of me like France does."
"France... God..." America ran his hand through his hair. "I never thought that you could sink this-"
"He is not well, Ameica... Neither am I."
"Where's the key to the brace? We're bringing him home, today."
"No." Romano grabbed onto France's pants. "I am not leaving. How can you call yourself a hero if you're planning on taking me away when I told you that I don't want you to!"
"Why do you want to stay here?"
"I already told you. I'm sick, and so is France."
"Really? You don't look sick." America walked around the couch so he could look at Romano. "You look fine to me." He sat down on a chair.
"I think he means that he's mentally sick, America. He said that this is better than staying in the hospital."
"Of course he's mentally sick! He's being brainwashed by France!"
"No, I'm not! I need someone who wants me, and only me. France just so happen to be that person. I was hurting myself because people would always prefer my brother over me, and always ask me why I'm nothing like him... Leaves me for him... France is fucking obsessed with only me, though. You have Belarus, so you don't have time for me. Go home."
"What?" America asked, surprised, though Belarus didn't seem to be surprised at all. "You've been doing what, to yourself?!"
Romano looked at his lap and closed his eyes. Hot tears started falling down his cheeks. France grabbed him around his shoulder. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be." He started rubbing Romano's arm. "Do you know how to handle a suicidal man, America?"
"My brother does. He can help." Belarus suggested. "He still have some items left over from the time he had the Baltic nations. He had trouble with Lithuania a lot. He was a very suicidal man."
Romano's eyes widen a little. "No, that's okay. I appreciate the thought, but I'm okay here. Please, I just want to stay here. Please... I don't even know you two, but I know France, so please, stop trying to be a fucking "hero" for once and just... Leave me alone."
"I know that you think that you're helping, but you have no idea, what Romano went and still goes through. You don't know how to handle something like this. You don't even know half of what "this" is."
Belarus whispered something inside of America's ear, making the American nod. "Okay, I understand, now. I'll leave." America stood up.
"Wait- um..." Romano took a deep breath. "I want you to tell every nation you see that I'm mentally sick, besides my little brother. I don't want him to know. It will save me a lot of time and trouble, so I would appreciate it."
America smiled. "I can do that."
"Thank you..." With that, they finally left the other two male nations alone.
Romano crawled on top of France's lap. "Don't nuke anybody. If I get captured- err... I mean, "rescued," I'll try to contact you, and if you come over, than I'll go with you. Hell, I'll even fight if I have to, just to go home with you. Just... Don't hurt anybody, just to get me. Please, don't..."
"I don't know..." France cupped Romano's ass. "I'll need some "convincing."
Romano placed his lips against France's, and allowed the arms to wrap around him...
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"...So, you'll help us rescue him?"
"Da!* Romano is my friend, so of course I will help!"
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Sorry for those who was expecting fully detailed sex, I guess... And the very fast cliff-hanger.
"Da" - "Yes" (I'm sorry if I don't get the cryllic before I post this. I don't have Internet right now, though.)