2p! x 1p!

Suggested by Guest

{CONTAINS SWEARING AND IMPLICIT SEXUAL BEHAVOUR!}

Romano scowled, his damn fratello was at a meeting, and of course two representatives weren't allowed today, so he had to stay at home and do nothing.

He wandered around the house, wondering what to do. He entered the attic, feeling sentimental enough to dig around in the useless boxes filled with pointless, old stuff.

After finding a way up into the attic, he crouched down in front of a box and began sorting through it.

An aged doll, a painting of a pink bunny, a few old dresses, clothes, a few push brooms, dust, glasses, dinnerware, bowls, and other old things.

But what caught his attention was a mirror. A shiny, new-looking mirror, not a single speck of filth or dust covered its glossy, fresh surface.

Romano blinked. He reached over, brushing his fingertips along the silver frame holding the glass protectively. How on earth was this thing so new-looking? And why did Veneziano just stash this up here? He pondered, picking up the mirror, resting it on his lap.

"Ciao, motherfucker!" A loud, italian voice boomed.

Romano jumped, tensing. He stared at the mirror, which now held not a reflection of himself, but a darker look-alike of North Italy.

"Who the fuck are you?" Romano spat, precariously leaning the mirror against the wall.

"Second player Italy! Or 2p North Italy, whatever floats your boat. But you can call me Luciano! Luciano Vargas. But don't you dare call me Luci! What is the name of the sexy Italian in front of me?" Luciano purred.

What the actual- "Why should I tell you?" Romano barked, glaring suspiciously at the mirror's reflection-thing.

"Tut tut, playing hard to get, are we?" Luciano smiled wryly, "Well, I'm pretty good at catching if I do say so myself." He pulled a knife out of his pocket, and much to the disturbance of Romano, it was splattered with a substance that Romano guessed was blood.

"Now, dear stranger, i'd rather not hurt your cute face, but if you wont tell me? Then I guess your face and my knife would be good friends."

"Jesus christ, god damn bastard, fine!" Romano snapped, hiding the slight fear that ran down his spine. "South Italy Romano, or Lovino Vargas." He huffed.

"Lovely! An excellent name for a useful person." Luciano chuckled, his fingers tightening around the handle of the knife, his gloves breaking off pieces of dried blood as he twindled it around.

"Useful? What the hell does that mean?" Romano glowered.

"Oh, nothing, darling~" Luciano hummed.

"It obviously means something if you said it!"

"Nope~"

"Stupid bastard!" Romano spat, standing up and walking away from the mirror.

"Aw, love! Where are you going? I thought we had something going on!" Luciano wailed dramatically, "Don't you dare leave me!" He added darkly.

Romano ignored him, disppearing down the stairs, and closing the attic.

"Who put drugs in my pasta?" Romano mumbled.

"Are you saying I'm just a part of your imagination?!"

Romano yipped, jumping.

"Aww~ Little Lovi is so cute when he's scared, perhaps we should see more of that side of him?" Luciano said, striding over to him, placing the blade of the knife up to Romano's neck, the metal just barely piercing his skin.

"What are you doing-"

"Ve, fratello~ I'm baaack!" Veneziano's voice rang throughout the house. "Fratello?"

Italy searched the house, there wasn't a sign of Romano any where! "Perhaps he wants to play hide-and-seek?" He pondered. "Yes! Then let us play hide-and-seek!"

He skipped off, searching the house yet again, opening cupboards, checking behind doors and under beds and stairs, and even searching out side. Still no sign of Romano.

"Ve fratello! I give up, you win! Please stop hiding, you're worrying me!" He wailed, flailing his arms desperately. "Ve Germany heeeeelp! I can't find mio fratello!" He ran out of the house, heading to Germany's.

"W-what the hell do you want from me?"

"Ooh, nothing much~ I just want one simple thing."

"And what is that?"

"You."

A blush spread across Romano's cheeks, warming up his face. "Ch-chigi... F-fuck you..." He spat.

"With pleasure~" Luciano purred, pecking a kiss on Romano's nose.

Romano shifted in the chair, the ropes digging into his skin, burning and scraping.

"Non in that sense, chigi!" Romano scowled, having the giant urge to slap the smirk off that bastard's face, "Why do you want me? Couldn't you go for my annoying brother?"

"He's too big of a coward. He's scared of me. He's not as cute as you. And that's just weird." Luciano climbed onto Romano's lap, straddling the tied-up nation.

"It's still weird even with me!" Romano gritted his teeth together, flexing his reddened hands and fingers, made red by his struggle to untie his body from the rope.

"How so?" Luciano leaned in close, feeling Romano's tight breaths on his face, their lips adjacent.

"B-Because you said my "2p" was your-your brother, and that makes it weird..." Romano stuttered out, put off-guard by Luciano's sudden closeness.

Luciano chuckled, running his fingers along Romano's flushed cheeks, his leather gloves gently tickling the soft, squishable skin.

He pressed his lips to Romano's, the intimacy startling the 1p Italian. Romano's body tensed, his fingers locking, his muscles stiffening and his eyes widening. His whole body froze, and he sat there unmoving as Luciano's lips pushed his head against the backrest of the chair.

Luciano pulled away, smirking. "Ah, true love! I am completely smitten by how cute you are!" He clapped his gloved hands together, gazing into the fiery green-brown eyes surrounded by slightly tanned olive skin, with a head of dark brown hair falling just to his ears, the back of his hair swept down the back of his neck. The wayward curl was shrivelled, and when Luciano pinched it in between his fingers, Lovino's face flushed a brighter red, his eyes screwing shut and his mouth twisting as he struggled to hold in a moan.

"Don't touch the curl!" Lovino hissed.

"Why not? I wanted to see your reaction.~" The 2p said, slipping off of Romano's lap.

"Where the hell are we, anyways?" Romano scowled, opening his eyes and glancing around the dark, dim-litted room.

"In my basement!" Luciano said cheerfully.

"your basement!?" Romano hissed. "Why are we in your basement? HOW are we in your basement?"

"Right, right, you boring 1ps aren't allowed in the 2p world. Fine, I'll take you back. Only if you don't tell anyone about this." Luciano threatened slyly, his magenta eyes gleaming with malice.

"Fine whatever, just take me back to my house..." Romano mumbled.

"Sì!"

Thump!

The next few days whenever Romano was alone in the house, Luciano would visit, flirt, try to convince Romano to come into the mirror, watch Romano, and sit there boredly waiting for him to get home.

"Loviiiii!" Luciano said to a passing Romano who headed to the kitchen. Luci was stuck in a mirror in the hallway, and would bother poor South Italy since this was a main hallway, and where ever you wanted to go, you had to go through his hall.

"What do you want, creepy bastard?" Romano growled as he opened the fridge door, crouching down to take out a plastic container filled with pasta.

"Ti amo~" Luciano smirked.

Romano's face flushed, and he shoved the container into the microwave, setting the timer for 1 minute, then starting it. He looked away, crossing his arms, "anch'io ti amo..." He muttered.

"What's that? I can't hear you from over here!"

"Ti amo..." He said a bit louder.

"I'm old and going deaf, yer going to have to say it louder!"

"ANCH'IO TI AMO!" He barked.

"Good." Luciano said darkly, "I was hoping I could subue you into saying you love me, but I guess it'll have to wait."

"V-vaffanculo..." Romano spat, glaring at Luciano who sat innocently in the hallway mirror, twirling a knife.

A/N: Thank you very much to Guest for suggesting this! I vow to write the other suggestion soon.

I promised myself I would write this yesterday... But of course, I'm bad at keeping promises.

And I'm sorry if this isn't what you're looking for! D :

~RiotPug