Chapter 16 – Heart Breaker.
Sorry, if i haven't done this for a while, School and waiting for my America Wig :D My Friend, Alice is getting her Italy wig so i hope she can get it soon^_^
I made her a Fan of Hetalia :D Told her to watch it, she loved it now she likes being Italy xD
Ok, Lets get this started! Ve~
(Italy's POV – Point Of View.)
I slowly opened my eyes while my nose twitched, smelling a familiar smell in the air. Is that Pasta?
"Italy, are you awake?" Someone said softly, i turned my head on the pillow, seeing France walking towards me.
"Oh Big Brother France, Hello~" I smiled gently, I'm happy to see France again. "Are you okay Italy?"
I widen my eyes, shaking my head... I clutched my hands into fists, nails against my palms...
"No..." "Don't worry, Big Brother France will make you better..." "Wha-" The Image of France changed, his body was wobbling then he morphed into the person i did not want to see... The Guy who nearly raped me... and disappeared when my friends saved me. The Man with the Long Blonde hair, eyes emerald green like England's eyes and a Dark robe with Golden ancient markings engraved in the fabric. His hands slowly touched the bed, moving towards me, I was moving back while he move towards me again and again...
"No... Stay away..." I closed my eyes and opened them slowly, seeing his Green emerald eyes glooming, glaring at me. His eyes consumed mine.
My body wanted to move but it couldn't, his eyes were trying to control me... His hand touched my cheek, other touched my lip. Using his thumb, he stroked my lip before plunging his lips against mine.
I moaned against his lips, trying to scream. I used my hands and pushed him off me, screaming for Germany after his lips were gone...
My back lifted upwards, as my face was sweating from the nightmare. Germany rushed in, "Italy! Are you okay?" I nodded, lieing to him and myself about that nightmare... I didn't want to tell him that I was having a dream about another guy, a guy that I hated so much...
"Thank god..." He looked at me with a smile on his face, seeing his smiling face stabbed me in the heart, Tears leaked out of my eyes, swimming down my cheeks and falling off my chin onto the bed sheets.
"Italy?" I lifted my arms up and pointed them towards Germany. I softly said his name, sweetening my words with his language. "Ich will dich Doitsu"(Translate: I want you Doitsu) I need to forget... forget his scent on my body... his lips off my lips... Germany looked at me, he was confused.
"Mach die Liebe zu mir." (Translate: Make love to me) a blush formed on his cheeks, he knew what i said... Now that i said those words... i can't take them back... i can't say... 'No, Actually... just forget i said those... Ve~'
(Normal POV)
Italy slowly got off the bed, walking slowly towards the Blonde German. There was lust in Italy's eyes and that was making the German blush and nervous. Italy stopped towards Germany, he grabbed Germany's face with both hands and pulled him towards his own face, french kissing Germany's pink lips.
"Please... Germany..." He whispered softly into Germany's ear, biting his earlobe. "Italy... this isn't like you..." Germany said, pushing Italy off him. Italy's eyes got bigger, tears coming out... "Fine... FINE!" He pushed Germany and ran out of the room. "Wait.. ITALY!" Germany rushed after him, grabbing Italy's wrist; twisting Italy's body around, facing Italy, face to face. "Don't go..." He toke Italy's hand and press Italy's hand against his chest, where his heart is... "Italy... your going so fast that mine heart might burst." He smiled and kissed the Italian on the forehead.
"I just...- just wanted to get rid of that sick man's scent off me..." His hands were clutching the German's tank top. "He did things... He even touched me... down there... Germany! Please! I want to Forget!" He hugged the German, his mouth was reaching to Germany's ear... "Please make me forget..." That made Germany's heart burst. Germany grabbed Italy's chin with one hand, kissing his lips. Rubbing his tongue roughly on the Italian's bottom lip, hoping to get in. Italy looked at Germany's eyelashes while he opened his mouth slowly for the German.
They kept kissing, moving towards their room with a double bed, white silk sheets and fluffy plain pillows. Germany gently fell into the bed with Italy within his grip. Germany was on the Bottom while Italy was on top, unfastening Germany's belt, flinging it away on the floor. Italy's member was getting hard as he rubbed it against Germany's crotch, moaning his name. Italy toke off his black silk shirt, letting it slip off his arms and off to the floor with the belt. Italy slide backwards a bit to work on Germany's pant, using his fingers to open his pants.
Italy's fingers were now moving Germany's underwear down, letting the German hard member spring into life. Germany felt the cold air touch his member, he moaned while Italy softly touched it with his soft fingers.
His long tongue licked the German's member, slowly moving it up and down then he placed the member in his mouth, sucking it gently then moving fast. He started to deep-throat the member into his hot mouth. Moaning Germany's name. He pulled it out, making a slurping noise then a Pop, the hard member was out of his mouth.
Italy placed his fingers on his pants and undone the buttons and threw them off, angling them to land on the floor along with their other cloths. Removing his own underwear.
"Germany... Touch me..." He stared at the man with lust in his eyes, licking his lips while Germany slowly moved his hand and started to stroke Italy's member, rubbing the precum on the slit. Italy moaned softly again, while Germany was pumping him. "Faster..." Italy order and Germany obeyed. Pumping it faster, licking it with his tongue.
"Ahhh!" Germany was sucking him hard now, fastening the pace. About three minutes of sucking Italy off, Italy was ready to cum... "Germany... I'm gonna-" His member bursts, cum splatting The blonde's face. "Ah! I'm sorry!" Italy got off the bed and ran to get some tissues, coming back with a box and taking one out; wiping the cum off Germany's face but Germany stopped him. The Blonde man toke a sample with his thumb and licked it. "Germany! Don't taste it, It must taste awful!" Italy quickly wiped the cum off Germany's face. "But it tastes so good..." he grinned, kissing the Italian.
"Now lay down on the bed." Germany commanded the Italian, so he did so, laying on the white silk sheets. Germany moved Italy's ass up a bit, letting him look at Italy's smooth ass. "Uhm... Germany..." Italy said, his cheek was on the pillow while he blushed, giving Germany some lube. "H-here.." Germany giggled, seeing the Italian nervous. He poured the cold liquid onto his three fingers.
First was the first finger, slowly and gently, placing it in the hole, then he toke it out and placed it back in. He kept doing that in til Italy was comfortable. He then placed two fingers in Italy's hole, making Italy twitch... "Ah...Ah!" Moaning along with the pumping with the two fingers. Italy's hole started to get comfortable so Germany was ready to place three fingers, so he did. "Ahhhh!" Italy screamed, getting really uncomfortable... "Sh... its okay..." He toke them out and pushed them in, pumping italy's hole with his three fingers... "Ah... Ahh.." Moaning again; drool coming out of his mouth, passion and pleasure. Germany was making him hot, all around his body even his heart... he can't take it anymore!
"Germany... F-fuck... me..." he wimped, face against the pillow. Germany coated his member with the rest of the liquid, slowly he angled himself against Italy's ass, placing the head softly near the Italian's hole, pushing it in; wincing in pain... "So... good..." "Ah!" Italy's mouth opened wide, feeling Pleasure and pain inside him. He moaned loudly while Germany pushed in and out... "Make me forget..." Tears started to go down my cheeks... "Ah!" Germany's chest was against my back, his member was thrusting in and out, hard and deep. "A...Ahu!" "Harder... Faster, Make me forget!" "Ja..." The man gripped the Italian's ass cheeks, thrusting in deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Germany twisted the man around, facing him, kissing him, licking him. "More..." He pumped himself while the man fucked him. "Yes... More..." Tears were now staining the white silk sheets, along with the sweat coming their skin.
Skin slapping against skin, Italy was screaming Germany name and Germany was whispering Italy's human name in his Italy's ear... "Feliciano... Feliciano!" "Ludwig! I'm coming..." The German kept thrusting, reaching his climax. "Me to..." He bite my earlobe, licking it; kissing my skin in till he was kissing my lips. He rose the Italian's legs up and thrust in one last time, making them both cum. Germany cumming into Italy's hole and Italy cumming into his hand and stomach. "Ha... Ha..." Huffing and puffing, Italy tried to breath but he was tired and exhausted.
Italy kissed him one last time then he closed his eyes, falling onto the bed. "Italy?" He heard the Italian snore gently...
Some feet were thudding outside of the hall, bashing the door forwards "Oi! Brudar-" His jaw dropped, seeing a naked German and a naked sleeping Italian... "Vell... I can explain this... its sim-" "Brudar... Vhat the fuck vere you doing with my italy..." Prussia glared at his younger brother...
"Yours? YOURS!" Germany glared and shouted, "Don't you dare say he is yours, brudar!" Prussia forced his hand, gripping Germany's throat. "So, you decided to make him yours, By raping him!" "Vhat! No!" Germany yelled, Vhy does he think that? Germany thought. "Vell, by the looks of it, On your bed there is a Naked Crying, sleeping Italian on your bed..." "Vell, Brudar, at least he didn't ask you to do it with him." He grinned, feeling better. Prussia was shocked... jaw dropping to the floor again... He punched Germany, making him fall to the floor. "I don't care..." He jumped onto his younger brother, punching him like hell! "I love him!" This made Prussia pissed off, he punched him again, hitting his younger brother in his face. Germany spat out blood the floor... "you don't love Italy! You never did! When did you start liking him? Now? Because of his body?" "Did... you Germany?" Italy spoke softly and teary, rubbing his eyes... "No-" "Italy, I love you more than he does!" Prussia got up and hugged Italy but Italy pushed him off. "No... Not anymore..." "Italy..." Prussia felt sad and guilty.
Italy got out and walked out of the room with his cloths, he wore his cloths while he moved along the hall, tears falling to the red fabric carpet.
"Shit... I'm sorry brudar... i screwed up..." Prussia sulked and fell onto his ass, his hand was pressing against his forehead... "Don't worry, brudar... I know its not your fault..." Germany hugged his Older stupid brother, patting his back.
The Germans were still in Germany's bedroom while Italy was already gone, walking the streets with his tears staining his cheeks. Alot people saw his face but not once has anyone went up to him and say 'What's wrong' No... No one would because your just a Stranger walking among the streets
Italy bumped into many people, but he never once said sorry, he mind was caught up with Germany and Prussia... Did Germany really loved him... or was it a lie... He felt a tinkling pain in caged within his head, it was screaming causing him to fall to his knees. A boy with a Black hat and a Black cloak. Blonde hair, blue sharp eyes, staring at him... Who was he? The wind was whisking the boy's cape, disappearing in the fade. "AHHHH!" Screaming loud. Who was he! He mind was filling up, causing most of his head to hurt.
Along the end of the road was Russia, walking along the path, he enjoyed the screams; making him relax. "Hehe..." while he was walking down the road with some things in his hands... Mainly two vodka bottles. Stepping along the concrete path with his boots, he notices an auburn hair boy, screaming. The boy had a curl... Wait... is that Italy? Russia looked at his bottle of Vodka and placed them into his coat, then he rushed towards the screaming Italian. "Italy, Can you stop screaming, your making me go to my happy place, da?" He smiled at Italy, well, not a smile but... you know. (KolKolKol- ARGHH!) But Italy kept screaming, people are to look at them both weirdly. "Does that guy have mental problems" Person 1 whispered to Person 2. "I guess..." Person 2 felt sad... "Come on, let's go this fucking bastard is destroying my eardrums, stupid bastard..." Person 3 mumbled, never noticing an angry Russian person glaring at him while smiling. "It's best you should go away... Or i will brutally hurt you while i drink my vodka. Da?" He smiled harshly, Person 3 gulped and walked off.
Russia glared at Person 3 in till that Person was gone, fading into the crowd. He turned, facing the crouched Italian, Tears and screams, all he could hear...
Russia gently pulled Italy up, putting his hands under Italy's legs and picking him up. "Come on, Italy... You can come with me." He loved Smiling...even if that smile really didn't mean anything but this time, His smile was real. Not harsh, but nice and gentle.
Russia walked along the road with an Italian, screaming so he sang a Russian song that Ukraine used to sing to him,
" Не слышны в саду даже шорохи Все здесь замерло до утра Если б знали вы, как мне дороги Подмосковные вечера." (Not even a whisper is to be heard in the garden, Everything has calmed down until dawn. If you only knew how dear they are to me, The evenings near Moscow!)
"Речка движется и не движетс Вся из лунного серебра Песня слышится и не слышится В эти тихие вечера." (The river is moving and (sometimes) not, All made of the moons silver. A song sounds and is not to be heard In those quiet evenings.)
" А рассвет уже все заметне Так, пожалуйста, будь добра Не забудь и ты эти летние Подмосковные вечера. Не слышны в саду даже шорох Все здесь замерло до утра Если б знали вы, как мне дороги Подмосковные вечера." (Why do you, darling, look at me from the side, Bending your head so low? It is not easy to tell All the things that are in my heart. And dawn is getting more and more visible. So, please, be so kind: You, also, dont forget These summer evenings near Moscow.)
He sang the last note softly, smoothly into the Italian's ear, noticing that the Italian had stop screaming and started to fall asleep in his arms. Russia smiled and walked along the road with a sleeping Italy in his arms. Maybe its time to become one with me? He thought, opening the big large door and going instead, the door creaked sluggishly, creaking into the door frame; locking it. Clink.
Well, thats done.
Italy got his heartbroken by Germany D: and now Russia has Italy! Would russia really do something to make Italy become one with him? Or will this Bad man come back and get Italy...
Who knows... i don't know? Do i know? Pfft Nope!...
Fine i do know! :D
Well, Bye! Next Chapter – I can't do it.