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 hugged Romano tightly. They were both naked, and on the bed, but he didn't want to do anything at the moment.

"I don't want to let you go."

"It's only ten days, and we didn't even start, yet."

"I dunno if I want to risk it." He rubbed his forehead against Romano's back. "I'm ruining everybody's life..."

"That..." Romano had to pause to think of what to say. "I... Was glad, that you didn't want any body else, but I was also so confused... I still am. I... Don't... Know... If I... Want to go back to stay... Or if I do."

They both stayed silent for a while. "Um... I'll... I'll let you go, but you'll have to do something for me."

Romano's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?! What is it?"

"Just tell Spain, that if he will stop trying to prepare for a war against me to win you back, that I'll let you come and go as you please- just as long as he understands that I still own you. I still need you to act balanced around every body else. If he's going to try and fight for you, than I'll just get overly possessive."

"Y-Yeah... Yeah, I can do that! Th... Thank you, I guess."

"You're welcome..." France tighten his grip. "I love you..."

"I think this will be good for you, too."

France frowned. "How so?"

"I won't be around for ten days, and you can't do anything about it, so it will be forcing you to, well, be without me."

France moved Romano so he was on his back. "I'm going to miss you..." He started nibbling on Romano's neck, before sighing and stopping. "I'm sorry... I'll stop."

Romano grabbed France's shoulders. "Not yet." He held back tears. "I want the attention."

"I can give you attention without sex. I... I know that sex isn't love. I'm obsessed with two things... I'm obsessed with you, and I'm obsessed with sex."

Romano paused for a second to think about the second part. "No... You're not. Well, not so much as you were before, anyway. If you were addicted to sex, than you would still be trying to get into everyone's pants, and not just mine." France rubbed his cheek against Romano's chest and moaned quietly.

"I'm sorry... About all of this. I don't understand, either, why I go after you, and go even as far as raping you, when I could have had someone to love me, too... I know that I'm sick, and I know part of the reasons why, but... You were the first person who I actually r-raped before..."

"I'm honored." Romano spat out, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry!" He hugged the boy tighter. "Love never actually worked for me. I guess, that's a reason to why I'm possessive and is set on keeping you to myself forever. I'm sorry it hurt you. I'm sorry... But I still want to make you mine..."

Romano raised an eyebrow. "What? What do you mean? Am I not already yours?"

"Not in heart. I want you to love me."

"But you just said-"

"I'm sick."

"That's your excuse for everything."

"Is it not true?" He started licking Romano's nipples to get them hard. "You should get your nipples pierced."

Romano gasped, and sighed in pleasure. "Y-You won't even let me have my earrings. Hell, I'm probably going to have to get them repierced soon."

"Oh right, your ears. I forgot that you had them pierced." He ran his hand up Romano's leg. He started hummimg. "I love your body. I'm so glad that you're eating again."

"If you're not going to do anything, than I'm going to put my clothes back on."

France froze for a second. "Do you even care anymore?" France started crying against Romano's chest. "Damn it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Romano grabbed France's shoulders. "Wait, n-n-no! Th-That's not what I meant, dammit... I-I was just r-ready to, well... But talking while naked... I mean... Dammit, what do I mean?!"

"What do you want?"

"What?" The question caught Romano off-guard. "Um... Well, I want... I want that potato bastard to stop hanging around my little brother, for one thing. I want to get some of the attention that my brother gets. I want people to stop comparing me to him... What do you want me to say?"

"That you want me."

"I want you to get better. Does that count?"

"Yeah, sure... Though, I did mean sexually."

"Of course you did. Um... Well, I'm no longer in the mood, at all..."

France finally sat up, getting off of Romano. "I'm sorry about that..."

"Stop saying sorry, dammit." Romano got up and sat behind France. "Being sorry isn't going to help you, or Spain. I think he's starting to lose his mind, or something."

"Shouldn't you be happy?"

Romano couldn't believe what he just heard. "What?!"

"Someone else is starting to go crazy for you."

"I... But..." Romano pressed his forehead against France's back. 'When it's Spain, it's different... But how do I tell that to France?'

"What would you do if he became... L-Like me..." France looked behind his shoulder. "Would you leave me?" He looked back to the wall. "Of course you would... Why did I ask?"

"I would stay with the more dangerous nation." Romano said, almost nonchalantly. "The weaker of the two couldn't do more damage to the world, than the stronger one, after all."

France didn't know what to say to that. He turned around and pressed his lips against Romano's. "Merci. Thank you."

"For what?"

France shrugged and hugged Romano again. "I just want to hold you for a while. Is that okay?"

Romano nodded. "Y-Yeah." He wrappeed his arms around France's back. "Yeah. That's okay."