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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Romano woke up when he felt someone pulling on his hair.
"Are you awake, plus cher? Wake up!"
Romano yelped in pain. "Ack! Let go! What time is it?!"
"I dunno. Who cares. Get naked and spread your legs."
"What?! Fuck you! I was asleep and I want to-!"
France yanked his head until they were face to face. "I gave you an order, mon petit." Romano could smell the alcohol in his breath.
"You're drunk?" He asked, though he could already guess by France's actions.
Romano, not doing was he was told, was making France lose his patience with him. He ripped Romano's shirt off, making the buttons fly everywhere. Then he pulled down Romano's pants and underwear.
"Finger yourself. I want a show."
Romano shook his head. "I-I'm not gonna give you a fucking show!"
"Fine. Si vous insistez."* He pulled down his pants, forced Romano's legs to spread, and pierced right into him without any preparation. He didn't even take it slow.
"S-Stop!" Romano gasped. "I-It hurts!"
"You're the one who refused to prepare yourself, so it's your fault that it hurts." France dug his nails into the Italian's hips, almost making them bleed.
Romano sank his face into a pillow, and cried into it. "Francia... Stop..."
France instead, leaned over to bite, and naw on Romano's shoulder until it bled.
"Ah! France! Stop! Stop!"
"Shut up!" France bit Romano's neck to get the point across.
So he did just that. Romano didn't want France to hurt him more than he already has. He waited for France to finish, never once getting hard himself. When he was finally let go, he crawled into a corner of his rug to curl up.
"...'Erre..." He heard the Frenchman say.
'...Air? What about air?' Romano asked himself, but not really caring.
France woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned, not wanting any light. He could only vaguely remember what has happened the night before. Giving in, he turned the lamp on by voice, seeing how it's pitch dark in the basement without any light.
The first thing he noticed when he could see was the lack of the southern part of Italy on the bed with him. "Romano...?" He groaned and looked around, finding the Italian on the floor, who had obvious marks on his body. "Mon dieu... Romano! Wake up!"
Romano was already awake. He could barely get any sleep, on the uncomfortable, cold floor. "Leave me alone... Just... Please..."
France sighed deeply. "What did you do to yourself this time?"
"It wasn't me, asshole!"
"Not so loud!" France held his pounding head.
Romano scoffed. "Serves you right..." He took a deep breath. "How can I bite my back? Or... O-Or rape myself...?"
France slowly registered what Romano said. "Mon Dieu... I... I'll be right back..." France left the basement, leaving Romano alone.
Romano ran into the bathroom to see if the mirror was finally gone- it was. He sighed in relief, but he wasn't as relieved as he thought he would be. 'Oh no...' Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He grab and push his little button.
"Romano?" He heard the Frenchman's voice.
"...I'm gonna go crazy again if you don't let me go..."
France quickly ran down the stairs again and into the underground room.
"I'll be too much trouble for you. You might as well just release me before I go insane and kill myself... Or you."
At this point, France was starting to doubt the threats. Even if they weren't just threats, he could easily stop them from happening. "Is that so?"
France picked up and pulled on the leash, choking Romano in the process. He dragged his prisoner to the bed so he could cuff him to it again. He kept one end of the chains attached to the bed just in case this happened again.
"This just sounds like a cry for help to me, at this point." France reached over to rub Romano's nipples gently.
"Ah... Francia... I..." Romano started crying. "I... I-I get it... So will you please... Stop...?" He felt what little pride he had left go crawling to a corner.
"You get what?" France crawled over Romano's body, brushing his skin against his own lips and breath.
"I... Dio..." He turned his head away. "I-I'm... Y-Yours... Okay?" He finally admits. Tears started to fall freely from Romano's face.
"Yes, I know that." France started sucking on Romano's neck.
"Francis!" He gasped. France stopped and sat up on Romano.
"Francis?" I never heard you call me that before!" He playfully tugged on Romano's hair curl.
"France!" Romano threw his head back. "Oh Dio... France..."
France stopped and looked at Romano, who was flushed red and panting. He continued tweaking at Romano's hair curl, making the Italian gasp and moan again.
"Oh~..." France's mouth curled into a twisted, devious smile. He leaned over and took the curl into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
"France!" Southern Italy tried moving his hands down, but was pulled back by chains. "Fuck! I-I need more..."
France reached down to gently squeeze Romano's vitals, making said Italian scream in pleasure. "What will you do for me if I make you come?"
"Wh-What do you want?!" Romano screamed, not really caring at this point.
France chuckled. "Oh Romano..." He reached down to rub around the ring of muscle. "I think you already know..."
"Th-Then take me... Oh Dio... I just want to cum..."
France grabbed a bottle of lubrication to cover himself in it so it wouldn't hurt Romano so much. He positioned himself before pushing in slowly, making them both moan once he was fully engulfed inside.
"Hurry up..." Romano scratched at France's now clothed back. He was pushing against the Frenchman to speed up the process, until France had his fingers rubbing against his curl and his mouth sucking his neck again.
"Mio Dio! I'm gon-nah...!" Romano ejaculated all over the both of them. France followed soon after.
"Why the... Sudden change of heart?" France asked between his panting.
Romano looked confused. "What?"
"Finally accepting your fate even though you were yelling at me less than an hour ago, telling me to let you go? That's not really like you, Romano."
Romano looked away. "...You don't know me..."
"I know you enough to plan out a way to keep you locked in my basement." Romano started crying silently. "How am I supposed to clean you up, hm?"
"I dunno! God... Just... Whatever. I already know you won't leave."
France took his messy shirt off. "I guess a bath will be okay..." He said, remembering the chains bolted into the wall. He cautiously unbound Romano and led him into the bathroom, where he locked the Italian's wrists to the wall and started up the water.
"I'll be right back, okay? Don't do anything stupid. Just... Think about how nice this bath is going to feel..."
Romano looked down. "Just... Hurry back... I don't want to let my mind wander too much..."
"I understand." France reached out, but pulled back right away, deciding to leave Romano for the moment, even if slapping his ass was tempting to France.
"Um... Are you gonna... S-Send me to a hospital...?"
"Why would I do that?" Romano answered by looking away. "Oh... No... I don't think so... Of course, I would send you to one where you can't communicate with anyone anyway, so you'd be better off down here in my care."
'I didn't think it would work, anyway.' Romano sighed and let France wash his body.
"I want to hear it again..." 'Though I doubt it will make you feel any better...' France thought to himself. 'Oh well, I suppose.'
"Hear what again?" Romano asked, honestly confused.
"Who do you belong to?"
'Oh...' Romano looked away, muttering a sad "you," before sobbing into his bound arms. "I belong t-to y-you..."
France smiled ever so slightly. "That's right, but hey. Shush... It's not all that bad, is it?" France poured water on Romano's back. "You have good food, protection, you can have just about anything you want, and all I want in return is your body."
"Like a common whore..." Romano added.
France winced. "N-No one knows you're here, though, so no one knows that you're doing this..."
"I'm forced to sell out my own body, bastard!"
"...Not all the time, you aren't. Close your eyes." France covered them with a free hand, just in case, before pouring water over Romano's maroon hair.
"Sometimes I'm just forced to give up my body for free..."
France unlocked Romano to the wall of the bathroom. "Besides, you're not really a whore. Whore's has more than one client to have casual sex for money with strangers, which makes people look down on them." He used the towel to dry Romano up.
"Prostitution." Romano stated blankly.
"It's really the same thing. People just consider whores to be the ones having sex for free, or something. What it comes down to is the people labeling others." France dragged Romano into bed to bind him with chains again.
"Whatever."
"I'll come back with lunch, plus cher." France kissed the Italian's forehead and left.
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"Si vous insistez" - "If you insist"
