Chapter 6 is here finally! Sorry it took me like a day because even though I'm still sick, my mom says I have to go to school ,_,
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters used in this fic!
"Hai, I understand completely, Francis-san. We will be there shortly!" Kiku said trying maintain his composure before quickly hanging up. He was barely able to contain his excitement as he hurried to his room to collect his camera. Sprinting to the livingroom, he addressed his Hungarian friend. "Hungary-San!" He exclaimed with bright eyes, "I have excellent news!"
Francis snapped his cell phone shut and pocketed it before returning to the lust-filled bedroom. He considered going over to little Feliciano's side of the room, but decided against it knowing he already had his hands tied with the German brothers. Literally, he thought, snickering at his own little joke before traipsing over to his good friend Spain, who was distracted with 69ing his boyfriend. The blonde stood over them for a while, stroking himself before Antonio stopped what he was doing when he noticed his presence. Toni gave the boy lying on top of him a swift smack on the behind to get his attention. The boy moaned and stopped his insistent sucking, letting the wet cock pop out of his mouth as the spaniard lifted him off of himself. Romano glared icily at the Frenchman, earning himself another sharp smack from his dominant lover.
"Be nice, Lovino." Antonio ordered. The boy sulkily looked at the floor, not wanting to get in trouble. Through the corner of his eye he saw France and Spain quietly whispering to each other, glancing back at him lustfully every few words. Ignoring them, he began stroking himself, only to have Antonio slap him in the arm and give a warning glare. Lovino crossed his arms impatiently at glared daggers at the ground, mumbling to himself in Italian until they finally called for him.
"Lovi, Boss wants to try something new, okay?" Lovino grumbled in response, still stubbornly crossing his arms. "Now, none of that, Romano. Be a good boy and get in Boss's lap." Reluctantly, the dark haired Italian climed into his lap. Antonio kissed him on the cheek before moving to the center of the large bed and bending the boy foreword on his knees so that he was facing the blonde Frenchman. "Listen to me, Lovino. I want you to blow my friend, Francis, okay?" Romano made a noise of distaste, but Antonio wouldn't have it. He harshly grabbed onto the young man's wayward curl making him moan and shake all over. "Don't give me an attitude, Roma," Antonio's tone had suddenly turned cold, and Lovino could tell he was growing tired of his defiance. "If you're good, Boss is gonna make you feel nice– but if not, you're gonna get one hell of a spanking. Is that clear?" Begrudgingly, Lovino nodded turning an even darker shade of red when Antonio didn't release his curl. The Frenchman squealed in delight and unzipped his pants pulling out his length. Swallowing his shame, romano took it into his mouth and began to suck, glaring defiantly at the smirking blonde above him until he felt something wet invade his hole from behind. Antonio licked up the crease of the boy's behind making him shiver and moan against the cock occupying his mouth. His ass was gripped tightly as the muscle reached inside him, twisting every which way and making him mewl with pleasure.
Smack!
The riding crop made contact once again with creamy skin. The youngest Italian's painful yelp melted into a pleasured moan as his curl was tugged roughly through coarse fingers. The chain on his collar jingled noisily as he dove in again, hungrily coating the blonde, crop-wielding German's girth with another layer of saliva. The albino kneeling next to him snickered menacingly, still stroking the curl. He reached under his prey, lightly flicking the clothespins pinched down on his sensitive nubs and shooting waves of pain and pleasure through the confused submissive's body. His knees wobbled weakly and he whimpered and whined, his own sweaty cock weeping in never-ending neglect. The white haired mad grew bored with little flicks and slapped off the pinching toys, earning a cry from the boy's slightly swollen lips.
Ludwig pulled himself out and bent down, capturing the beautiful submissive's pretty mouth with his own. He growled, aroused by the taste of his own flesh that tainted every corner of the hot wet cave. Together they moaned, slowly realizing just how badly they longed for one another. Feli gazed into the German's eyes when they finally broke apart, his innocent face turning lovingly pink. "G-germany..." He breathed. Ludwig's chest tightened and his eyes grew soft as he was reminded of the desire he'd held inside all these years.
"..Yes, Italy?" Ludwig's fingers ran through the boy's soft brown hair, and his thumb brushed against his pink tender cheek. Their foreheads touched, never breaking their passionate gaze. A sense if possessiveness engulfed Ludwig as he ran a hand yearningly down the boy's delicate side. Though he was strong, he could not force the boy to accept him in. His eyes silently pleaded for the thing he longed for more than anything in the world.
"P-please.." Feliciano panted, unknowingly granting his new master's greatest wish, "..m-make me yours.."
Teehee! GerIta is always the perfect balance of love and lust! *dies*
I know it was kinda short but I'm trying to give people time to catch up with the story since there's like a bajillion chapters. Like I said, I didn't have a lot of time to write so lemme know if you see any mistakes! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!:)