The tension in the air was almost palatable as the blonde and the brunette stood on opposite sides of the small room they had awoken in, glaring at each other. Germany sighed and pushed off the wall to go to the heavy metal door, trying once again to open it to no avail. "We're still locked in, idiota!" Romano hissed, arms crossed across his chest. "Vell, it never hurts to keep trying." Germany replied, rubbing at his forehead. "Grande! Sono bloccato qui con un bastardo maledetto di patate!" Romano said in a quick sharp tone, before trailing off to mutter softly to himself. He turned his back to the German, who was still rubbing his head as though he had a headache.
"This is probably all your fault, Potato Bastard!" Romano shouted, turning back to the taller man. "This is probably your idea of a joke! Or your brother's!" He sneered at Germany, who was beginning to look as though his might murder the young Italian just to get him to shut up. "You've corrupted mio fratello, and now you're probably out to corrupt me too! You're evil! Il diavolo, anche!"
Ludwig stopped rubbing his head to glare at the huffy brunette across from him. Romano refused to quiet down, slowly working himself into a frenzy. " Mio fratello passa tutto il tempo vi sta attorno e non ha mai un momento da trascorrere con me! Lui ti piace di più! Ti odio!" Germany's patience was gone, and he slammed the smaller man against the wall by his neck. "You're making my head hurt, you dummkopf! Be silent for just a bit, please!" Ludwig snarled, letting Romano go. Romano's hands went to his throat, tears glimmering in his big golden-brown eyes. "You're violent! Why does my brother like you at all?" he whispered, more to himself then to Germany, yet the close quarters made it audible to both of them. "Violent." repeated Germany. "So says the unofficial leader of the Italian Mafia." he muttered with a snort.
"It's not fair! Everyone always hogs all of mio fratello's time! He never has time to hang out with me anymore!" Romano cried out, sniffling. "Sie sind wirklich bipolare, nicht wahr?" Germany muttered at Romano's sudden change in demeanor. "How if the vorld does Spain deal with you on a regular basis? You're impossible, and moody, and just a misery to be around…." Germany trailed off, blushing at how hurtful he was sounding. Romano sniffled again, mumbling a string of Italian curses.
Germany sat down against the wall, thinking. Romano kept mumbling in rapid Italian, seemingly talking more to himself then to anyone else. "I shouldn't have even BEEN at the meeting." Romano suddenly shouted. "Feli runs the damn country anyways! Why was I even there?" he huffed. Germany looked up, looking Romano straight in the eye. Romano just crossed his arms, staring back. He flinched slightly.
Germany stood once again, moving toward Romano, who backed up slowly until his back hit the opposing wall. "I think I know why you're so abscheulich, Romano. You're jealous." Romano sniffed and tried to glare at the tall German standing over him. "What the hell are you talking about, scossa?" Germany just looked down at Romano, and almost pitying look on his face. "You're jealous of your brother, aren't you? He runs the country, you don't. He's the one everyone likes, and you….you're just a sour, cranky dummkopf that no one vants to be around. You talk big, Romano, but you're just a jealous little child." The last words coming out as a low hiss, Germany turned his back on the stunned Italian.
Romano started to fume. "Well maybe if everyone didn't coddle him like a child it wouldn't be that way! If I was treated like him, maybe things would be different!" he shouted, tears welling in his eyes again. "But no! Nonno Rome took HIM away and left me behind! Since then EVERYONE's always left me behind! Just once, I'd like to be treated like Feli!" Romano gasped, leaning back against the wall, sliding down it much like the tears were sliding down his cheeks. Germany turned and watched him bury his face in his hands. "Doesn't matter anyways. Everyone always will leave me behind anyways. "
Germany sighed, sitting down on the floor right in front of Romano, watching him carefully. Romano sniffled a bit more, then looked up, right at Germany. "What do you want, potato bastard?" he sniffed, tears and snot running down his face, looking quite the fright. Germany reached into one of his pockets, pulling out a handkerchief, holding it out to the sad Italian. Romano just looked at it. "Take it, Romano." Germany said softly. Holding it out again. Romano took the cloth, wiping his face off, and blowing his nose.
The two sat there for several minutes, Germany watching Romano, Romano looking down at the handkerchief he was now twisting in his hands. Germany broke the silence. "I've….never been good at comforting anyone else. But…." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. Romano looked up sadly. "I know. I really…..I should try to be more like my brother. But I have no idea how to look on the bright side of things anymore. I…..I just want to be treated the same way as mio fratello, is all.."
Germany sighed and pulled Romano into a hug. Romano squeeked. "What the hell…" he started to mumble, stopping as Germany started to stroke his hair. "Zis is vhat I do to calm Feli down when he gets upset…..and you said you wanted to be treated like your brother." Romano sighed and leaned his head down onto Germany's shoulder, accepting the gesture. Germany kept petting Romano's hair, his other hand moving to rub small circles on Romano's lower back. Romano let his eyes slip shut, starting to relax with Germany's ministrations.
Germany shut his eyes as well, soon forgetting which small Italian he was holding. Without thinking, he felt around in his companion's hair for that one silky curl. He didn't notice it was on the opposite side when he gave it a soft tug. Romano's eyes shot open and he started to squirm in Germany's grip. "Don't do that!" he whispered, shuddering as Germany tugged on his curl a second time. Romano's head fell back onto Germany's shoulder, his eyes shutting again. He bit his lip trying not to moan, failing when Germany wrapped that curl around his fingers and pulled on it harder. Romano moaned, loud and deep, the sound breaking through Germany's entrancement.
Ludwig let go on the shivering Romano, sliding back a bit. "Gott! Es tut mir leid!" he cried out, eyes wide at the thought of what he had done. Romano's cheeks were flushed, his eyes half closed. With a whimper he moved back toward Germany. "Don't…don't be sorry….. " Romano crawled onto Germany's lap, he head resting again on his shoulder. It's been so long….since I left Spain…so long….. Romano thought, leasing close to Germany's ear. "I….I don't care if you pretend I'm Feli…I…I've been alone for so long…" he whispered, his warm breath causing Germany to shudder. "Touch…Touch me like you'd touch him?" Romano asked quietly, biting his lip.
Germany looked up at Romano curiously, before nodding. He reached down to lift Romano's chin, pulling him in for a soft kiss. Romano's eyes opened in shock for a second, before slipping shut and starting to kiss the blonde back. Germany flicked his tongue against Southern Italy's lip, asking for entrance. Romano obliged. Germany grinned into the kiss; Romano tasted like his brother, only a bit….spicier. Germany's hands moved to start undoing the buttons on Romano's jacket, feeling his own being undone by small nimble hands. Not breaking the kiss the two slipped their jackets off, tossing them haphazardly. Shirts came next, and the two broke their heated kiss to slip off the tank tops that had on, leaving their chests bare. Blue eyes met hazel-brown.
Germany moved his hands to Romano's hips, watching for any sign of the other being uncomfortable. Romano leaned down, capturing Germany's lips with his own, their bare chests touching. Germany's grip on Romano's hips grew tighter. He broke he kiss with a soft gasp as Romano ground his hips downward. Germany and Romano both moaned at the movement, their arousal evident. "You…You sure you vant to do this?" Germany whispered, his voice low and heavy with lust. Romano nodded, grinding his hips down again. Germany moaned again, then moved to lick lightly at the sweaty tanned expanse of Romano's neck. Romano's eyes shut tight, and he bit his lip once more. Germany lapped at Romano's neck, sucking gently, grinning as the smaller man squirmed.
Hands fumbled with belt buckles and zippers as the two franticly moved to free themselves from their rapidly tightening pants. It didn't take long before they were on their knees in front of each other, panting slightly, completely bare and flushed. One quick look is all they gave each other as their lips crashed into each other again, hands roaming over sweat slicked skin. Germany grabbed both his and Romano's length's, holding them together. They moaned into each other's mouths and Germany's hand began to move, stroking both of them together at the same time. Romano pulled back, a slender thread of spit connecting his mouth with Germany's. Romano's eyes were shut tight, his breathing sharp and quick.
Germany leaned in to Romano. "How…How far do you want to take this?" he whispered, his own breath hitching, his hand still moving. Romano let out a soft moan. "I…please…I need you to….I…..take me…." he gasped out, his hips moving closer to Germany's. Germany hummed in response, pressing his fingers to Romano's lips. Romano opened his eyes, looking at the blonde questioningly for a moment, before realizing what he was meant to do. Romano's small pink tongue darted out to wrap around Germany's fingers, eliciting a content breath from him. Germany ran his other hand over Romano's round ass, grabbing it playfully as Romano pulled his fingers further into his mouth.
After a few minutes, Germany decided his fingers were wet enough, and slipped them from Romano's mouth, grinning at the small pout that graced Romano's features. He moved his dampened fingers down to Romano's entrance, pushing gently to slip a finger inside. Romano gasped, his eyes shut tight. "Relax, Süden, it vill make it easier." Germany whispered into Romano's ear. Romano, nodded, taking in a few deep breaths to try to relax himself. Germany felt the smaller man begin to relax, and he slid a second finger inside, scissoring his fingers to stretch Romano's entrance, Romano squirmed a bit, and kept breathing deeply to relax himself further.
Germany slid a third finger in, his other hand moving to pull gently on Romano's curl. He pushed his fingers into the squirming Italian deeply. Romano's eyes shot open as Germany's fingers danced lightly against the small bundle of nerves inside him. "Oh mio dio cazzo!" he cried out, his whole body quivering. Germany grinned, and removed his fingers from Romano, one hand going back to Romano's hip.
Germany used the hand on Romano's hip to guide him up, his other hand going to grasp his own manhood, lining himself up with Romano's entrance. His tip, already slick with pre-come, brushed against the puckered skin, making Romano shiver more. He looked up at Romano's face, his hand moving from Romano's hip to his cheek. Romano opened his eyes, looking down at the German. His dark eyes took in the dark lust in Ludwig's eyes, and oft pink flush across the larger man's pale skin. Germany's normally neat blond hair was tousled slightly, making him look like a little like his brother Gilbert. Romano nodded, leaning down to lick at Germany's salty skin, letting out a held breath as Germany pushed in.
Germany placed a hand at Romano's lower back, holding the man steady. He could feel Romano tense up after he entered him, and as much as he wanted this, he had no desire to hurt the other. They stayed motionless for a few moments, the only sound in the small room their quick, shallow breaths. Germany let his eyes slip shut as Romano began to move. He shifted up a bit, before pushing himself back down onto Germany's length. Germany gripped Romano's hips again, moving his own his to pull partly to of the brunette, then thrusting sharply back in.
Romano moaned, fighting against Germany's grip to rise and fall with Germany's motions. "F…faster, potato bastard…please….." he murmured, his arms wrapping around Germany's neck, one hand snarling in the short blonde hair. Germany started to move in and out of the lithe young man with a faster speed, one hand moving to Romano's cock, stroking the length up and down, his thumb gently caressing the damp tip. Romano could only moan, not remembering ever feeling so good. His hands were tight as Germany pushed him backwards, his bare back pressing against the deliciously cool floor.
Romano wrapped his legs around Germany and the taller man began to move faster and less precisely. Germany's hand moved quicker on Romano's length, keeping pace with his thrusts. The two men were panting an moaning with little abandon. Romano's eyes opened halfway was he felt a hot coil building in his abdomen, Germany's now erratic thrusts showing he too was close. "I….I…." Romano began, never getting his statement out as he came with a loud cry, sticky white covering both their chests. The sudden tightness in Romano's entrance pushed Germany over the edge, his seed filling Romano up with a warm heat.
The two lay motionless for a few moments, catching their breath. With a soft grunt, Germany pulled out of Romano, rolling to one side to lay down next to him on the cool cement. Romano raised a hand to wipe at the sweat from his brow. "We can't tell Feli about this." he muttered. Germany nodded. "Ain geheimnis". Romano nodded and turned, curling up against the German. Ludwig yawned and wrapped his arms around Romano. Soon the two had fallen asleep, their snores the only thing breaking the silence.
Hungary finally broke her eyes away from the screen she was watching. "Istenem, ez meleg volt!" she gasped, cheeks bright red. She tapped away at her control panel to pop out the now burned dvd, opening a case marked "Germano' and slipping the disc in. Grabbing a sharpie, she scrawled "X-tra HAWT" across the cover in bright red, before placing the case with the first one. Fanning herself with one hand, she used the other to switch the camera over to the next room she was going to monitor. In that room, a short ducky blonde man and an all too familiar slender dark haired man were seated at the small wooden table in the room, apparently sharing some tea.
"How in the hell did they get a tea set in there? Hungary pondered as she watched to see what would happen.
A/N:
Romano learned some German from Prussia. So he can understand what Germany says. So there.
Still taking suggestions for pairings! I do have England/Austria and N. Italy/America already started though. And I'm dead set on Prussia/Greece. I'm definitely doing something with France, and something with Russia, but no idea who to put them with ( not each other, though!).
Translations (again Google translate, no killing me if it's off):
Idiota (Italian) : idiot
Grande! Sono bloccato qui con un bastardo maledetto di patate! (Italian): Great! I'm stuck in here with a goddamn potato bastard!
Mio Fratello (Italian) : my brother
Il diavolo, anche! (Italian) : The devil, even!
Mio fratello passa tutto il tempo vi sta attorno e non ha mai un momento da trascorrere con me! Lui ti piace di più! Ti odio! (Italian) : My brother spends all his time around you now and never has even a moment to spend with me! He likes you more! I hate you!
Dummkopf (German) : Fool
Sie sind wirklich bipolare, nicht wahr? (German) : You are really bipolar aren't you?
Abscheulich (German) : detestable.
Scossa (Italian) : jerk
Nonno (Italian) : Grandpa
Gott! Es tut mir leid! (German) : God! I'm so sorry!
Süden (German) : South
Oh mio dio cazzo! (Italian) : Oh my fucking god!
Ein geheimnis. (German) : a secret.
Istenem, ez meleg volt (Hungarian) : My god, that was hot!