Chapter 2:
SnowTomato
"Подставляй-ка губки алые, Ближе к молодцу садись….? Да? Он просыпаются, он проснуться!! Литва, приходите посмотри!" [ *sings a song* Oh? He's awake, he's awake!! Lithuania come see!] "I'm coming Russia, right away!"
'Russia? Oh no…is he dead too? I'm going to be stuck with this guy forever!' Romano moaned, covering his head with his arm. 'These robes are so soft…I must be in heaven, then.'
Russia sat on a chair besides the bed and switched his gaze from Italy to Liet. Lithuania looked back at him, before shrugging. Russia looked back at Romano who, at the moment, seemed dead. That is, until he shot up in the bed screaming the word 'lies' like a lunatic.
"He is awake! You see?" Russia exclaimed childishly pointing at the now panting Romano; he seemed to ignore the fact that the male was just screaming his lungs out. Lithuania went to Romano's side. "A-are you all right?" He asked.
"No I'm not alright!! I'm dead and this guy's in heaven with me!!! How the hell is that possible?!?! This has to be some twisted lie!!" Romano responded, pointing wildly at Russia. Lithuania gasped before taking a step back, "D-don't say such things!" Russia looked at Toris, frowning, "What's wrong with him saying that, hm? Isn't this heaven to you too?" He asked him, putting on a deranged smile.
Lithuania gulped then nodded; Romano shut up afterwards and stared frighteningly. "N-no, it's not that, it's just-"What? So you're saying this home--- your home is not heaven? Why must you be so mean to me after everything I've done for you?" Russia asked, standing up now. He walked over to Lithuania slowly, taking his time for added effect. Romano shifted nervously in the bed as he on looked and Lithuania backed up until he hit the wall.
"Russia, please, let me explain!! I didn't mean-"Explain what, Toris? You've said enough to me and you need punishment! My favorite shouldn't be saying such mean things to me, you know…" Russia said the last sentence in a laughing sing-song voice; S. Italy could've sworn he went crazy that instant. Russia was in front of the trembling Lithuania now, his hand clenching and unclenching. He angled his arm back from the elbow and was about to punch Liet when someone knocked on the door.
Lithuania remained silent and stared at the upheld fist with large eyes. Romano let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding and he regretted it seconds later. Russia whipped his head around to stare at the Italian; his pupils had gotten so small they looked like nothing more than purple dots. Romano looked away hurriedly; a couple of knocks were heard from the door again.
"Who is it?" Russia asked darkly. "I-it's Latvia! Y-you have a package from Mr. A-America!!" At this Russia let Lithuania go and his voice changed back to the bittersweet childish one. He opened the door and there was Raivis, who stood shaking with a box under his left arm. "Latvia! How nice of you to bring it here," Ivan's voice turned bitterer now, "unlike other people, who're so ungrateful…" Raivis looked at Toris once Russia said that.
Romano turned around in bed so his back was facing them and closed his eyes, desperately craving more sleep. Russia saw this, and smiled. "Let's go somewhere else so our guest can have sleep, shall we?"
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Little Romano slept in bed while Spain watched. Then, Spain tugged the quilt off of the little one's body.
'Romano, wake up…..wake up, silly!' The little nation said nothing as he wiggled around in the bed, searching for warmth; Spain giggled a bit at this. 'Romano, stop being such a sleepy head, siesta time is over!' 'Mmm, Spaaaaiin I'm so tired… how about 5 more minutes?' 'Oh, okay, you win!'
Spain pulled the quilt over the Italian's shoulders and smiled. 'Italy…do you know how much I love you?' It took a while before the little one's sense could kick in so he could reply, 'Of course I do, bastard. You love me lots.' 'More than anything in the world, I'll always put you first no matter what. Remember that for the both of us, okay?' Spain kissed the child atop his head before leaving the room.
Romano opened his eyes to blinding white sunlight. He narrowed his eyes and groaned, snow always made things seem brighter for some reason. He looked around the room; Russia was nowhere to be found, fortunately. Italy got out of bed and walked around, opening each door until he found the bathroom.
Romano walked inside and inwardly groaned 'What, no clothes waiting for me?' He walked over to the tub and turned on the hot water. "Guess I'll be stepping out of the room naked then," He said to no one in particular as he tested the water. It was warm enough, so he quickly pulled up the shower switch and stripped himself of his clothes. He stepped inside the tub and was hit with the lukewarm water. Italy sighed, tilting his head back as he washed himself.
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Italy walked out of the bathroom refreshed, dried-off, and completely naked. He also regretted this when he saw Russia sitting on his bed polishing some sort of plumbing pipe. Russia looked up and smiled. "WH-what the hell are you doing in here?!?" "Что ты говоришь? [What are you talking about?] I live here, of course." Romano sighed before walking back into the bathroom. Russia looked at the door in confusion before watching it open. Italy now had a towel loosely hugging his hips, along with an irritated look.
"What do you want?" He asked. "You know," Russia started, completely avoiding he question, "We first saw you lying down in the snow a week ago. You slept for three days before waking up, and then you went back to sleep again in less than an hour. Four days have passed, you know! Are you really that lazy?" Romano was taken aback; taking only the last sentence in check, but quickly regained his composure. "I am not lazy thank you very much!! I thought I was dead, and if you had common sense you'd- "Now now, guests shouldn't be so feisty; you're trying to provoke me, aren't you?" Russia said. He had a bad habit of cutting people off like that.
"What're you talking about? I'm not provoking you!" Romano nervously said. Russia stood up and walked towards the door. "Of course you are," 'click' "just look at you…why are you doing such a thing?"
…Did he just lock the door? Italy stared at the door panic stricken, trying to think of a retort. Nothing came. "Hey, did you know," Russia took a step towards Italy, "that guests always give me what I want?" Ivan's voice was turning dark again, and his smile grew more twisted.
"What do you want from me?!" Romano asked, trying to keep himself from shaking. "Isn't it obvious?" Russia asked, leaning down to face Romano. "I want to see how you taste, and I'll definitely need you to do so." He nuzzled his face into the crook of Romano's neck.
Romano stood there for a good second before dashing off to the other side of the room, falling into a heap on the ground. He was shocked; holding his hand up to where Russia had just recently touched him. "No…" He silently whispered. Russia's smile grew even bigger now, as he kneeled down next to Romano and made quick work of pinning him down. "No…no…NO!!! Somebody help me, please!!!" Romano began to helplessly scream, giving Ivan his just desserts.
"Tsk, tsk, we're going to have to do something about my little 'snow tomato's' fidgeting now aren't we?"
South looked at him in horror as he smiled gleefully. 'Snow Tomato'? Since when…?' His thoughts were interrupted when Russia picked him up and brought him over to the bed. He threw the male roughly onto the sheets and straddled his hips harshly. Romano let out a low moan at the rough touch of hips, and Russia took this as an invitation to get even more rowdy. He grabbed a large tuft of the brunette's hair and pulled his head forward so that he could kiss the other. Russia bit hard on Italy's bottom lip, seeking entry. When the other didn't respond, Russia made quick work of tugging the other's hair with a tighter grip. Romano gasped at the sudden pain and Ivan shoved his tongue into his mouth. It was getting harder and harder for the Italian to think, as he felt waves of immeasurable pain hit his body.
Soon, though, they had to part for air and Italy really needed it. After catching his breath, Romano ghosted his hands over his mouth in disbelief; 'Did he just do that?' He let a tear escape his eyes as Russia released the vice grip on his head. "You see, that wasn't so hard, da?" Russia asked, wiping the tear from the other's face. Italy turned his head to the side, not wanting to meet eyes with the sociopath that sit on top of him. "You taste just like those sweet tomatoes Spain gave me the other day~" Romano gasped at the sudden mentioning of Spain's name. "S-Spain…" He felt his face grow hot and his bottom lip quiver as a sudden eruption of tears flowed down his cheeks. Would he ever see him again?
Judging by the way Russia was taking a liking to him, not in a few days.
"Now," Russia said, trailing a finger down Romano's torso, "I want to see how you are inside your other parts." Romano shuddered at the thought, and closed his eyes. Russia licked his lips as he lowered his head onto Romano's bare chest, licking, nipping, and kissing a trail down until he reached the hem of the towel, where he abruptly stopped. Romano let out a shaky sigh, as he opened his eyes to see just what the larger nation stopped for. He seemed to be fishing inside his coat for something….Romano closed his eyes again, feeling a trickle of his tears reach his ears as he sniffled. Why did it have to be him?
He heard a loud noise and hastily opened his eyes; Russia had just unsheathed a dagger. He stared bug-eyed at the weapon, feeling a lump form in his throat. Ivan brought the blade down to S. Italy's hips before slipping the blade under the towel's loosely tied knot and bringing it upward, slicing the knot in half and freeing the Italian's hips of any protection whatsoever.
Romano whimpered at the small loss of warmth and squirmed around a bit, trying to find a new source of heat that didn't involve Russia's body. Russia looked down at his prey's new exposed flesh and licked his lips again; he wasn't going to last long if his little Snow Tomato kept on doing those things. He lowered his head once more and kissed the skin just below Romano's naval, eliciting a moan from the male.
"Hmm, you are enjoying this, da?" Russia asked Italy, seeing the man's flushed cheeks. He said nothing in return, though, angering the Russian. Ivan took the other's hardened member and pinched the head rather hard. "OH GOD!! Make it stop, please make it stop!!!" Romano screamed out as he clutched the sheets. Russia smiled maniacally as he pinched the head even harder. More tears streamed down the other's face; he'd rather be murdered than put up to this embarrassing task. "Hey, Snow Tomato, didn't you hear me? I know you're enjoying this, tell me you're enjoying this!!" Russia said to South as he continued squeezing the head.
It took every bit of self-restraint Romano had to utter those four words without breaking down. "Yes, I'm enjoying this." He muttered, feeling a pang in his heart. Russia let go of the head and began to nuzzle the shaft delicately, humming an Old Russian tune. He brought the knife up to Romano's cheeks and swept downwards, causing the Italian to bleed. "Such a good little tomato…"
Romano said nothing as the Russian continued to make advances on his neglected body. Oh, how he wished to murder himself at the moment. It wasn't worth it……that jealousy...Spain...
Simply put, Romano now hated his life.
SHORT CHAPTER IS SHORT. Sorry about that…..
A/N: The song that Russia was singing was, wait for it, *drum roll* …Korobushka, aka the TETRIS song. I just had to do it…….and I love myself for it.
You know…it's like whenever I'm finished typing up a chapter of a story, I feel like deleting it for some reason. I don't know why….I'm stuck between thrills and embarrassment. If it's thrills….then I think there may be something wrong with me….8D