A Chandlure Trainez One-Shot

While Spain is Away

"Italy?" Prussia called, closing the heavy wooden door firmly behind him. He stepped into the foyer, peering into the small room to his left. Usually, Romano took a nap in there, bathing in the sun like a cat, but that wasn't the case today.

Leaving his shoes by the door, Prussia moved into the living room. The room was bathed in the soft sunlight from the large arched windows that adorned the right side of the room. He looked down, hoping to find Romano reading on the large red and blue rug, but it was to no avail. He wasn't there either. "Italy, are you home? It's the awesome Prussia!" He called, stopping by the stairs to peer into the empty kitchen.

He frowned deeply and slowly began to make his way up the stairs, hoping that Romano was taking a nap in his room. Spain had sent him to look in on Romano after all if he went missing…

"Ah!" A breathy gasp met Prussia's ears, and he hurried up the stairs.

"Italy!? Are you okay?" His heart dropped in his stomach. He hoped Romano was okay. However, it would be his luck if Spain left an adult Romano alone for one morning and the kid got in trouble. He was left alone, for months on end back, when he was in Spain's care with nary a problem, but now… He sincerely hoped that Romano didn't sprout his mouth to the wrong person. Prussia did not want to kick the ass of one of Spain's citizens.

"Ah, Mio Dio…." Prussia paused, stopping at Romano's bedroom and leaning against the wall as he listened to what was going on inside the room. As he stopped to listen, he recognized those were not sighs of pain but pleasure.

He peeked through the crack of the door, his eyes wide with shock.

Romano was lying on his bed, panting and shivering as he ran his hands over his naked body. Prussia knew that he should leave before Romano found him- he wasn't really in the mood to try and dig a bullet out of his body, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Instead, he moved to get a better view, shifting his hips to try and ease the pressure off the erection that resulted from seeing the Italian in such a state.

"Er ist so schön." Prussia's breathing was starting to match Romano's own, their breaths short synchronized bursts. He was transfixed, his mouth running dry as he watched Romano's tongue slip out from between his teeth to circle two fingers before he pressed them into his mouth, sucking on the digits. Romano's left hand slowly trailed down his stomach, pausing at his hipbone to rub tantalizing circles. His cock slid slickly across his abdomen with every light thrust of his hips.

Romano pulled his fingers from his mouth, a small line of saliva connecting his lips to them as he lowered them from his reddened lips.

Prussia whimpered, sliding his hands down his own body, pulling out his shirt, and slowly unbuttoning it. It was getting much too hot, the sweat already gathering at his temples and neck. He shivered, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin he encountered as he undid the shirt.

He looked up and nearly choked on his saliva. Romano had spread his legs and was massaging his thighs. His cock was smearing precum all over his abdomen and belly, his hips fruitlessly thrusting up for friction he was not allowing himself to have. Prussia shivered violently, his eyes getting impossibly wide as Romano began to scratch up his stomach, his wet fingers leaving light trails of saliva up his body. His nails caught a nipple, and Romano gasped loudly. "Si, è così piacevole." Taking the nipple between his fingers, he pinched it, rolling it between the wet digits, leaving it to shine dully in the low midday sun.

"Scheiße, es sieht aus, als hätte er daran gelutscht." Prussia moaned as his mouth watered at the sight. He leaned more heavily against the wall, his hand copying Romano's movements, lightly scratching his fingers up his own wired body, catching a nipple. He bit his lip to keep down a moan as he rubbed at it, pinching and twisting until it stood hard against his rough palm.

Romano had the fingers of his left hand in his mouth, his pink tongue darting out to lick them. His right hand was in his hair, pulling the brunette strands, his hips bucking to the rhythm of the pulls. Saliva dribbled down his chin, an obscene popping sound leaving his mouth as he removed his fingers. He trailed them down his neck and over his collarbone, leaving it glistening.

Romano pressed his fingers into the skin on his hip bone, firmly rubbing circles against the bone. He threw his head back and gave a struggled, "Fuck. "

Prussia's breath stuttered. "Was war das!?" he hissed, copying the movement and letting out a short gasp at how powerfully it made his cock twitch in his trousers.

His eyes trailed to Romano's own cock, his breath catching. Romano was rubbing his fingers over the glistening head, coating the tips of his fingers with precum. His other hand was lazily rubbing circles into his hip bone, almost as if to calm him. Then, deftly, Romano took the head and pinched his foreskin over it. Moaning, he continued the movement, his hips thrusting up to meet his hand. He had grabbed onto the sheets below him, twisting his fingers into the soft fabric.

"Scheiße ," Prussia whispered. He smoothed his hands over his waist, his fingers undoing the button of his trousers. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to touch his cock, his fingers playing with the head before sliding down his shaft, fingers wet with a light sheen of precum.

He leaned his head against the door jab, forcing his eyes open so that he could watch Romano. Romano had fingers in his mouth again- "Hat er eine orale fixierung?" but they were gone quickly, pausing momentarily to wet the head before disappearing between his thighs to cup his balls. He rolled them in his hand, massaging and squeezing them lightly. He pulled his hand away from his cock and slid it under his pillow.

Prussia couldn't help the moan when he saw the small jar of oil that Romano had pulled from under his pillow. The Italian paused and sat up, panting as he poured a generous amount into his shaky palm. He had then placed the jar back under his pillow before dipping his fingers into the substance.

"Ich will seinen Schwanz lutschen," Prussia groaned to himself, twisting his hand over his own cock.

"Mio Dio." Romano threw himself back, spreading his legs wide and running his lubed fingers over his cleft. He gasped loudly as he circled his entrance with his middle finger.

Prussia pressed his palm to his mouth, licking it until it was coated, before swirling his hand over the head, down his shaft, and up again. He bucked, fucking into his tightened fist, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensations assaulting his body.

There was a strangled whimper, causing Prussia to look back up at Romano. Prussia's eyes widened as he watched the boy fuck himself with a finger. Romano arched his back, his cock bouncing against his stomach as he moved his hips to work his ass over his finger. He gasped, the fingers of his free hand scratching up his taut body, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He paused, then panting, shivering, with sweat rolling down his body as he slowly worked another finger in.

He stopped once the second finger was in and trailed his right hand down to grip his cock. Romano sighed, throwing his head to the side and nuzzling the pillow as he ran his hand slowly over his cock.

Prussia swallowed, "Oh, fuck." He watched as Romano pulled his hand away, a trail of precum pulling with it, leaving a small line of connection.

Romano worked in a third finger and had his feet flat against the bed. His hips moved sensually as his fingers slid in and out of him. He was moaning with abandon, his free hand tangling in the curly locks surrounding his cock. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his moans coming out in soft symphony with the slapping noises his fingers were making.

Prussia shoved his fist into his mouth to keep from yelling out, his body shivering as he fucked into his own hand.

Romano moved onto his knees, spreading them. He leaned back and pulled a long green cucumber and the jar of oil from behind his pillow. Prussia's eyes widened as he watched Romano slowly open the jar and carefully cover the cucumber in the silky substance. He was careful to move his hand over the top and around the sides.

Prussia gasped when Romano suddenly looked up and met his gaze, eyes blown with lust, a wicked smirk on his face. He'd been found out. Before he could stammer out an apology, Romano winked at him and bent so that he was leaning on his arm, his cock rubbing against the pillow under him. He'd taken the cucumber, rubbing it against his cleft and breathing in deeply to calm himself.

Then, slowly, he pushed the fruit into himself, a cooing moan leaving his lips. "Prussia," Romano sighed, causing the Prussian to lean heavily against the door jab to keep himself from falling. Weak at the knees at how desperate Romano had sounded.

Romano fucked himself, pushing the cucumber into himself, working his hips down so that his cock rubbed against the pillow. "Prussia, please…"

Something snapped in Prussia, and he pushed the door open, rushing to the bed. He slapped Romano's hand away and pushed the cucumber into him, slowly pulling it out and pushing it in again. "Ah," Romano gripped the sheets beneath him and thrust his hips, moving them in sync with Prussia's movement.

"Do you want my five meters?" Prussia asked, pulling the cucumber out before quickly pushing it back in. He leaned down and gave a sharp bite to Romano's pert buttocks. "Hm?"

"More like 5 centimeters, you bast- ah, fuck, there." Romano choked back a sob as Prussia pressed the cucumber into his prostate. He humped into the pillow, his heart pounding in his chest as Prussia fucked him mercilessly with the fruit. "Yes!" Romano had reached his orgasm, body shaking and long trendles of hair falling around his face as he came. Prussia continued to move the cucumber as Romano's hips thrust, pulling more and more cum from his cock as he fucked the pillow to completion. It was only when Romano collapsed onto the bed that Prussia pulled away from him, slowly pulling the cucumber out and throwing it into the garbage can by his desk.

Prussia sat down on the bed by Romano and ran his hand over the Italian man's back, slowly rubbing his muscles as Romano caught his breath.

Romano turned on his side, and Prussia moved his hand away, looking down at him with a small smile. "Feel good?"

Romano sneered and looked away, his face blushing a deep red. He mumbled something, but Prussia couldn't hear him. The silver-haired man leaned over him, leering into his face. "What was that?"

"Grazie," Romano bit out, refusing to look him in the eye.

Prussia smiled and smoothed Romano's sweaty hair back out of his eyes, "You're welcome."

Romano bit his lip, lightly bringing his hand down into Prussia's lap, making the Prussian blush deeply. "I-i-it's okay! You don't have to!"

Romano ignored him, leaning his head down to take the head of Prussia's cock into his mouth. He pressed against Prussia's hips to keep him from moving and swallowed him deeply, his tongue flicking from side to side, massaging the underside of the head. Prussia cried, twisting his hands into the sheet beside him and pressing down into the bed so as not to thrust into Romano's throat without warning and choke him. "Can you take me deeper? I want to bury myself in you."

Romano pulled back, rolling his tongue around the head before suckling against it for several long moments. He pulled off with an obscene pop, hungrily licking his lips to catch the droplets falling from his lips. "Show me how."

Prussia gave a wicked smile. "Lay on your back, put your head off the foot of the bed," Prussia commanded, moving away so that the Italian could do as he was told.

"Who the fuck are you-"

"You want to help me cum, ja?"

Romano scowled but shakily moved into the position that Prussia had indicated. His head was leaning off the bed, his body on full display of the Prussian. He ran his nails up his body, biting his lip and moaning loudly. He pinched his nipples, playing with them as he watched the man above him. If he was going to be laid out like a Christmas ham, he would make a show of it.

Slowly, he licked his lips, teasingly pressing his tongue to Prussia's cock where it hung here millimeters from his mouth. Prussia lightly held the back of Romano's head, tilting it until his mouth was aligned with his throat. "Take it."

Romano met his eyes before opening his mouth and taking Prussia's cock inside. He suckled against the tip, licking up and down the sides, coating the cock liberally before he grabbed Prussia's hips. Then, keeping eye contact, he pulled Prussia's hips to him until his nose was buried in Prussia's silver curls.

"Scheiße, don't choke!" Prussia tried to pull away, stiffening as Romano started to suck and lick at his cock, his hands holding firm on Prussia's hips. Romano timed his breathing with each slight shift, and Prussia could feel the warmth of his exhales against his pubic bone. Gilbert has to squeeze his eyes shut when the Italian moans or risks coming.

He gently thrust his hips, and Romano let himself be used, digging his fingers into Prussia's thigh.

Prussia groaned and whispered praise to him in German about how well he was taking him, how hot his mouth was. He soothed him as Romano took him in too quickly and choked, running fingers through his silky hair and rubbing gently at his throat. "Take it slowly."

He looked down and almost lost it, watching as his cock moved in and out of Romano's throat, the bulge highlighted by the Italian's thin, elegant neck. He reached down to grip his throat gently and felt him struggling to swallow. Prussia pressed himself down, thrusting his hips until Romano's lips were pressed to the base. He held him there, rubbing firmly against the bulge until Romano ran out of air.

He pulled out of his throat one last time with a wet sound, and Romano panted, coughing and shifting his sore jaw. He turned, sitting up and leaning his head against Prussia's chest as he worked to catch his breath.

Prussia hushed him and pulled him down to lie beside him on the bed. Romano sighed, allowing him to cuddle him. "Are you okay, Italy?"

Romano nuzzled against his chest before lifting himself. He leaned his chin on Prussia's sternum and studied the older male's worried face. "You called me Italy."

Prussia's face scrunched up in confusion, "I always call you Italy. That's your name."

"You're the only one," Romano said softly. He trailed his fingers through Prussia's chest hair, slowly roving a finger around a pert pale nipple as he talked. "It feels nice."

Prussia carefully thought through his next response. As lovely as this sweet Romano was, he knew that one wrong word would result in Romano's walls flying back up and him having aching balls and an angry cursing Italian to deal with in a matter of seconds. And that is if Romano doesn't have his gun nearby.

"You'll always be Italy to me."

Romano gazed up at him, eyes wide with shock. He huffed out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head, pressing his cheek back to Prussia's chest. "You stupid, Albino Potato."

He left it at that.

They lay there holding each other for several long minutes and watched the sunset through the window of Romano's room.

They were almost asleep when the front door opened. "Lovi~, I'm home, Mi Tomate! Ah, I see Prussia is here as well!"

They both shot up in bed, hearts pounding in their chests and eyes wide in terror.

"Scheiße."

"Merda."

I hope you enjoyed this! If there are any mistakes, please let me know. Unfortunately, I can't read or write Italian, and I only have a fundamental grasp of German, so any help is always appreciated!

If you have any requests, send them my way! (or any comments in general, they make me happy :)) The break is coming up soon, so I'll have a couple of weeks on my hands and always like writing during that time.

Keep it classy, make good choices, and I hope to see you soon!br /

Chandlure

Translations:
Mio Dio - My God
Er ist so schön. - He is so beautiful.
Scheiße, es sieht aus, als hätte er daran gelutscht. - Shit, it looks like he sucked on it
Si, è così piacevole. - Yes, feels so good (this one is iffy. I'm positive it isn't right but can't find a good translation).
Hat er eine orale fixierung? - Does he have an oral fixation
Ich will seinen Schwanz lutschen - I want to suck his cock.
Was war das? - What was that?