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Sorry we posted later than normal. I (Sammy) was on vacation so we didn't have much writing time. But here it is!
And I know I've already said it but this is not a children's story! Cannibalism! Dead people! Murder! Ah! And it gets pretty graphic which you should have known but still. I don't want anyone to get upset because this was too heavy for them. Just in case, I put a little warning before the graphic bits so you can avoid it if you must.
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12:10 PM
Spain pulls back from the long kiss, his breath hitched and loud in the otherwise quiet room. Within the last few moments, they somehow had wound up with Roma on the counter, his hands tangled in Spain's hair, as close as they possibly could be in that moment.
"My God..." Romano huffs, blushing furiously while burying his head into Spain's chest, listening to his quick heartbeat, running his hands down Spain and taking his hands in his own. Spain leans into his love, breathing in the smell of sweat, tomatoes and Romano's scent. Then the sharp copper of blood hits him. That's right, Italy was still dead on the staircase. Both of them seem to remember at the same time, looking at the already pale young boy across the room.
"Are you ready for this?" Spain asks, his lips curved into a smile. Roma pulls back a bit, looking at Spain with such wide-eyed purity that it seems impossible he would ever eat somebody. Spain's heart melts a little, beaming at his adorable maybe-boyfriend. He starts to peck light kisses against his cheek, nose, forehead, when Romano pulls him into another kiss.
"I can't wait to eat Italy with you, but right now..." Romano jumps off the counter, pushing Spain back, "There is one thing I'd rather do first." He grins wickedly, eyes no longer innocent.
"Italy can wait." The Spaniard quickly agrees, a slightly shocked expression on his face. In a few minutes, Romano has Spain in the room that he and Italy used to share, their lips locked and their bodies intertwined. The only separation happening was for taking breaths as the two men kissed and ran their hands down each other's backs. In a quick and furious motion, shirts were unbuttoned and thrown across the room, pants and all other clothing items were being tugged off and pushed onto the floor. Romano looked at Spain, knowing what was coming next as he gasped and grabbed the sheets. The bed creaked at different tempos, both men glad that the doors and blinds had been shut and locked as the atmosphere grew hot and humid. Bodies starting to sweat, the moments growing more heated as time passed, and hearts pounding in their chests. Deep breaths, moans, and the bed where the only things to be heard in the otherwise quiet household, followed by the occasional cry in Spanish or Italian from the two. Their roller coaster of pleasure went on for a while, celebrating the first victory of murder they shared.
1:00 PM
The door sings open as the highly over-joyed Romano holds Spain's hand, giggling and pulling him out of the room. Once Spain caught up, Romano pulled him closer, once again putting his arms around his lover and kissing him. Spain smiles gently and puts his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulled him close, then pulled back away to look into Romano's amber and green eyes.
"Now what?" Spain still kept his gaze on the smaller brunette as his smile widened.
Shrugging his shoulders, Romano just looked up at his boyfriend to see his shinning green eyes. Starring at them for a second, he just gave a soft reply.
"Hungry?"
Spain looked down at his stomach to hear it rumble. As he returned his attention back to Romano, he saw the Italian's eyes give off a strange aura. He wasn't sure if it was creepy and unsettling or just his normal gaze. Ignoring the odd look in Roma's eyes, Spain just smiled again and slightly nodded. Also removing his arms from the small waist, he let Romano go when he started to turn around and look down the steps in front of them where his younger brother's corpse still lay. Almost all of the blood had drained by now, and had made a good size puddle of blood at the base of the staircase, followed by many smaller pools on the steps. Italy also now being so pale, he could be put in the white beach sand and nobody would be able to find him. Romano started to slowly make his way down the steps, stopping at his brother's side. He reached down to touch his hand, seeing if it had gone cold already.
"Still slightly warm, we better make this fast or he'll go cold and stiff, and we don't want that for my dear fratello."
"Okay" Spain tried to keep a steady voice, something about what Romano said had made a chill go up his spine. He still loved him so much, but he couldn't help but be a little scared. Romano stood up and grabbed his brother's arms, starting to drag him down the steps, not even attempting to be careful. As he dragged his brother down the stairs, he tried his very best not to look down at his face, but he couldn't help it. When he did, he almost gasped at what he saw and paused for a moment. His brother's eyes were open, but that's not what had startled him. It was the haunting truth that Italy's eyes now had no soul left in them. They were still that beautiful auburn and green, but with no life in them, they looked gray and empty. Romano had never seen those once shinning, joyful eyes so upsetting and dark, it almost made him regret what he had done, but he didn't. Continuing on, he stopped in the middle of the kitchen and dropped the body to look at Spain, who had been following behind Romano down the stair case.
"So...What now?" Spain just looked at the small body that had left a trail of blood along the floor where it was dragged.
"Well, first we need to cut him into smaller pieces to make things easier. You can do that, can't you?"
Spain tensed at the question that was just thrown at him. Yes, he did know how to butcher, but that was animals not humans! He stood silent for a bit, looking at the floor. This is when Romano started to freak out, nervousness and anxiety setting in as he waited for an answer. 'Oddio, what if we can't pull this through?' A million thoughts raced through his mind, and as Spain looked up, he saw how distressed Romano looked and he quickly gave an answer to relax the Italian.
"Sí, sí, of course I can Roma! Anything for you!" Tilting his head and giving a smile, he had no idea what he just signed himself up for. Romano relaxed and smiled, walking over to Spain and kissing his cheek to show his gratitude. Spain opened his eyes and looked down at Romano, shocked but very pleased of his boyfriend's affection. However, this didn't last long when Romano turned around and walked back over to the counter and grabbed a large knife out. Spinning back around and handing it to Spain. 'Oh wow, way to kill the mood Romano'
Spain looked over and took the knife, it was very big and obviously made to easily slice through tough meat. He twiddled it around in his hand, thinking of what they would be cutting off. He was snapped back to reality when Romano spoke again.
"Will that do, bastard?" He looked up, glad Romano was back to his old self and nodded.
"Good, now shall we start?" Roma gestured to the body lying next to him, another small chill ran down Spain's spine as he spoke to himself in his head. 'Oh, Dios mío, por favor, deje que esto se acabe pronto. Te amo Romano, pero esta parte no será tan divertido para mí. A la mierda, hágase la luz en el otro lado para los dos.' He pushed his mental comments to the side, just wanting to get this over with so they could enjoy a nice meal together at last.
"Sí, how do you want it?" Spain crouched down next to Italy, set the knife down and began to untie the bathrobe, and finding him to be naked as usual. He started to pull the sleeves off and tug it out from under him, discarding it half way across the room. He noticed how Italy's eyes were still open, finding it unsettling, he gently pushed the eye lids down. Romano stood over the two, thinking of what he wanted to do to prepare the body. He never thought he would ever get this far, so why bother thinking about it earlier?
"Mmm...Fratello loves pasta, and so do I. I think, if anything, he would have wanted to be a pasta." Romano spoke boldly with one hand rubbing his chin, contemplating. He also muttered a quiet,
"Stupid pasta bastard." Under his breath, not loud enough for Spain to hear.
"Alright, I think I can do that." He looked back up at Romano and smiled, hiding his doubt and unwillingness deep down behind his expressions.
"Great. I'll clean this mess up while you're doing that." Romano walked away after giving his deceased brother one last glance and then leaning down to kiss Spain on his cheek.
Okay if you can't read the graphic shit, this is where it may get too heavy for you! Let's just say they make yummy-yummy Feli Pasta.
Humbling accepting his lover's affection, Spain turned around and grabbed the knife, thinking of what parts to cut off first. Making his decision, he tightened the grip on the knife and picked up one of Italy's arms. Taking a deep gulp, he placed the knife on the upper arm and started to slice off a thin piece of skin, testing the sharpness of the daring knife. The flap of skin slid right off of the body, proving how easy of a task this should be for the Spaniard.
"Okay, here we go..." Spain shook his head, and then started to dig the knife into the exposed meat in the arm. Little blood oozed out, due to most already draining out while Italy was lying on the steps. The knife entered about an inch in before hitting the humerus bone. Spain tilted the knife up and then horizontally to continue cutting the filet of arm meat. He didn't notice it at first, but his mouth had actually start to water as he watched his knife cleanly slice through the fresh red muscle, in his mind he thought of freshly caught Salomon. Finishing the cut up to the elbow, he sliced up in a quick motion, letting the slab of meat flop back down on the slaughtered arm, a small stream of blood oozed down the knife. Something wicked came over Spain as he felt such a rush over this act, and the sudden desire to just dig into the raw meat with no care who it used to be. He didn't try to fight the urges or deny the excitement, but he still didn't make the move that his mind wanted to do so badly. Eyes broadened, heart quickened, mouth watered, and thoughts stable on the one thing going on; preparing to eat little Italy.
Spain stood up to grab a plate from the cupboard, then carefully picking up the slice of flesh and gently placing it on the plate. He set it aside and got the knife to cut more pieces, his fingers started to tingle with anticipation. Now he knew what to do, he started to cut away at the Italian from the thighs, arms, calf, and some small cuts from his back. Spain stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead as Romano came over to him and put an arm around Spain's neck.
"Great work tomato bastard, looks delicious." He leaned over and kissed the taller brunette, looking back down at his brother and still not feeling remorse of what they were currently doing. Spain just stood there smiling and looking at the carcass, almost all the valuable meat that was good to eat had been taken off and placed on the plate. Italy had been completely stripped of all his muscle, basically only that was left was his neck, head, chest, and vital regions; even the entrails had been taken out for a surprise add to their human pasta. Though, he was still recognizable, even if he had been stripped clean to bone in some areas of his body.
Looking back over to his left, Spain noticed how well Romano had cleaned up the floor, but he was still working on the massive pool of blood at the base of the stair case. A small smile escaped his lips from seeing how much closer the new couple had become from doing this. So with his sudden jolt of excitement of seeing Romano and him so close, Spain turned around and grabbed the plate, along with a cutting board and a smaller dicing knife. He placed the cutting board on the table and then took a filet of Italy and began to cut it into smaller cubes, almost like croutons to put on the pasta. Each time he grabbed a new slice of meat to cut, his mouth watered more and he got even hungrier, becoming desperate to get this over with fast so he could eat it all.
He froze.
Spain's cutting went a little too fast and he had cut the tip of his finger, blood started to drip onto the cutting board. He had no idea why, but it was like a shark smelling blood then feeling the need to eat whatever was the source of the blood. He started to rise his finger up, closer to his mouth, still not entirely sure of what he was doing. Just then, Romano butted in and took his hand.
"Hey, what did you do to yourself?" Romano leaned over and put Spain's finger in his mouth, removing the blood from his finger as Spain just started at him with a somewhat exasperated look.
"I uh... The knife just slipped, but I'm all finished. Ready to be cooked."
"Grazie Spain! Can't wait to eat this with you, it looks so good!" Giving Spain another kiss, he took off his cleaning gloves and grabbed the cutting board that still had small cubes of meat on it.
"Oh, would you mind helping me, amare? I can make the pasta, can you cook Feli?"
Spain turned around, expression not changing much, and simply nodded as he stepped forward to take the cutting board from Romano. The atmosphere remained very calm and peaceful as the two cooked their share of the pasta, but neither acknowledged Italy that still lay sprawled out on the floor beside them.
2:30 PM and you can look back now, you wuss.
Romano set two plates of spaghetti, with cooked Italy meat cubes, down on the table. Spain had already set the table with a nice table cloth, some candles and beautiful silverware, topped off with a fine bottle of wine. Spain could see how big Romano smiled, both of them where more excited about this than originally thought, especially Spain.
They sat down and exchanged a thoughtful glance at each other before picking up their wine glasses for a toast.
"To us! And thank you fratello, you'll be the best pasta ever made!" Romano led the toast as he clinked glasses with his lover. Both took a sip, then looked down at their plates. Their bowls were filled with spaghetti noodles, little sauce, and about a dozen of Italy meat cubes in each bowl. At the same time, they picked up their forks and took a bite of the meat. Their eyes widened and heads shot up to look at each other, they both could tell what the other was thinking.
"Oh, Dios mío ... Esto es increíble!"
"Oh mio Dio ... Questo è incredibile!"
Both spoke at the same time, then Romano leaned over the table and grabbed Spain's collar, pulling him into a kiss. When he pulled away, they both looked so happy and he sat back down to continue his meal. 'Who knew pasta loving fratello would be the best tasting pasta ever made? The irony!' Is one of the thoughts that raced through Romano's brain while devouring his new favorite meal.
Once they both finished, they walked inside with full bellies, wanting only to sleep next. That's when the doorbell rang, even though the blinds were shut they couldn't help but freak out. Romano quickly ran to the door, expecting to just yell the guy off. Opening the door was someone Romano would have very much like to have not seen at all; Germany.
"Hallo... Is Italy ho-" Germany was cut off short but Romano screaming in his face.
"GO AWAY STUPID POTATO BASTARD!" Then Romano slammed the door shut and slumped down to the ground, eyes wide in worry. He started to shake and looked up at Spain.
"How the hell are we supposed to tell everyone else now? Italy has gone 'missing', how are we supposed to make a convincing story for that!" His voice started to shake and tears started to well up.
"Don't cry Roma! We will figure this out together, I promise!" Spain ran over, jumping over the slaughtered body, and cradled Romano and started to pet his hair. He rocked them back and forth as he tried to calm and comfort his lover. 'I knew this would happen eventually...'
"It'll be alright, okay...?"
"Okay..."
^FAULT IN OUR STARS REF
Hope you all loved reading that as much as i loved writing them slaughtering Italy! :D And sorry if the last few parts seemed a bit rushed, we tried to finish this quickly since we knew it would be a little late! ( And if you hate us for killing Feli like that, blame me, Sam, cuz i wrote that part, and yes, it was fun to write that heheheheheh... ;D )
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TRANSLATIONS:
Oh, Dios mío, por favor, deje que esto se acabe pronto. Te amo Romano, pero esta parte no será tan divertido para mí. A la mierda, hágase la luz en el otro lado para los dos. = Oh my god, please let this be over soon. I love you Romano, but this part won't be so fun for me. Fuck it, let there be light on the other side for us both.
sí = yes
Oddio = oh god
amare = love
Hallo = Hello
Oh, Dios mío ... Esto es increíble
Oh mio Dio ... Questo è incredibile
^^both = Oh, my God ... This is amazing!