[Fic] Sweet Days and Sweeter Nights
Title: Sweet Days and Sweeter Nights
Characters/Pairings: America/Romano, mentions of past Belgium/Romano, Spain/Romano, Germany/Romano, and Romano/girls.
Rating/Warnings: PG/PG-13, mentions of sex
Summary: For the kink meme prompt: All nations are asexual. Romano contemplates about him and America and their relationship.
Romano likes girls.
Girls are soft, girls are sweet, girls are neat, girls smell nice, girls have curves in all the right places, girls are beautiful. Girls are a gift from God so the unworthy swine that is men has something to marvel at. No, girls themselves are goddesses, sent to earth so men can see what perfection is.
Romano likes everything about girls, including having sex with them.
Not that he considers having sex with a girl as something sexual, of course not. More often than not, he doesn’t even get off during it, lest he ends up tainting his partner. No, sex in Romano’s mind is simply another way to worship the female form in all its glory.
America is most certainly not a girl.
He’s all hard muscle, more loud and obnoxious then anything, can’t organize his cutlery to save his life, smells like hamburgers and sweat most of the time, and does not have a curve on his form to speak of. He is beautiful though, Romano can’t deny that.
Romano is not with America because he is a girl. He’s with him because he is not.
Romano knows he is in the small minority of nations that actually do have sex (France, China, and Cameroon being among some of the others in that group). As such whenever he does start seriously seeing another nation, this is always the first issue to come up. Belgium, for example, had strictly forbidden him from sleeping around with other girls, and he was more than happy to comply. Spain, on the other hand, didn’t care. During the time they were together, Romano had sex twice, once when Sakura from Kyoto had just been dumped by her jerk of a boyfriend and needed a pick me up, and once towards the end when Spain was being a bastard. Romano felt horribly guilty for using Rosa from London like that afterwards.
On their first date, America, beat red and completely awkward, told Romano that he, you know didn’t mind so much if he wanted to like, sleep around and stuff. However, Romano hasn’t felt the need or desire to, even when Janice from Houston cried to him over her drink about her divorce.
Romano isn’t positive, but he had a sneaking suspicion that America wants a boyfriend simply because he’s tired of being lonely. He’s always inviting (dragging) him over to his house so they can go to the amusement park, or the theater, or the aquarium, or sometimes just to stay home and watch movies. Romano most certainly doesn’t enjoy it when America has him over, but if he’s being perfectly honest with himself for once, he does like spending time with him. It still doesn’t explain why, out of all the nations in the world, America would choose to date Romano, but he isn’t complaining. Well, not seriously complaining; people would be suspicious if he just stopped altogether.
Romano’s favorite nights are their nights in, either at his house in Rome or in one of America’s many abodes. He cooks dinner for them, and he always likes cooking for America, who appreciates tomatoes almost as much as he does, always clears his plate and asked for seconds, and never compares his food to Veneciano’s. He knows America just liked eating, and the fact that Romano’s food isn’t England’s is merely an added bonus, but it still makes his face warm and his heart flutter every time he tells him it’s the damn best meal he’s ever eaten. After dinner America picks out a movie, and they usually end up cuddling and falling asleep on the couch before it’s over.
America doesn’t like sex at all. He’s always blushing and trying to change the subject whenever it’s brought up. What he does like is cuddling and kissing and other forms of physical contact. Romano has almost grown used to the surprise sneak hugs that happen whenever they’re in the same room, and the random touches and hand holding under the table. America likes holding his hand, especially when they are out in public, as if he’s telling the world that Romano is his and his alone. Every night they’re together, Romano will receive a goodnight kiss and ends up in America’s embrace, surrounded by his comforting warmth, and when he wakes up, America refuses to let him get out of bed without a good morning kiss. Not to mention all the times when America decides to just pull him aside and kiss him, simply because he allegedly “Looks too cute to resist,” or “There was a cat coming that way and I didn’t want it to scare you” or even “I dunno; it just felt right.”
Spain had liked kissing and cuddling too. The difference is Spain would kiss everyone (on the cheek. Romano clung to the fact that he only kissed him on the lips when they were together) and cuddle with whoever was nearby when the mood struck him. When they were together, Germany would only go so far as to hold hands, and the purpose was quickly defeated whenever he let Veneciano do the same. America only reserves his kisses and cuddles for Romano.
And that makes Romano feel special. Yes, America isn’t a girl, and Romano is glad for that fact, because at the end of the day, America always loves him for simply being him, and that’s all Romano could ever want.
Characters/Pairings: America/Romano, mentions of past Belgium/Romano, Spain/Romano, Germany/Romano, and Romano/girls.
Rating/Warnings: PG/PG-13, mentions of sex
Summary: For the kink meme prompt: All nations are asexual. Romano contemplates about him and America and their relationship.
Romano likes girls.
Girls are soft, girls are sweet, girls are neat, girls smell nice, girls have curves in all the right places, girls are beautiful. Girls are a gift from God so the unworthy swine that is men has something to marvel at. No, girls themselves are goddesses, sent to earth so men can see what perfection is.
Romano likes everything about girls, including having sex with them.
Not that he considers having sex with a girl as something sexual, of course not. More often than not, he doesn’t even get off during it, lest he ends up tainting his partner. No, sex in Romano’s mind is simply another way to worship the female form in all its glory.
America is most certainly not a girl.
He’s all hard muscle, more loud and obnoxious then anything, can’t organize his cutlery to save his life, smells like hamburgers and sweat most of the time, and does not have a curve on his form to speak of. He is beautiful though, Romano can’t deny that.
Romano is not with America because he is a girl. He’s with him because he is not.
Romano knows he is in the small minority of nations that actually do have sex (France, China, and Cameroon being among some of the others in that group). As such whenever he does start seriously seeing another nation, this is always the first issue to come up. Belgium, for example, had strictly forbidden him from sleeping around with other girls, and he was more than happy to comply. Spain, on the other hand, didn’t care. During the time they were together, Romano had sex twice, once when Sakura from Kyoto had just been dumped by her jerk of a boyfriend and needed a pick me up, and once towards the end when Spain was being a bastard. Romano felt horribly guilty for using Rosa from London like that afterwards.
On their first date, America, beat red and completely awkward, told Romano that he, you know didn’t mind so much if he wanted to like, sleep around and stuff. However, Romano hasn’t felt the need or desire to, even when Janice from Houston cried to him over her drink about her divorce.
Romano isn’t positive, but he had a sneaking suspicion that America wants a boyfriend simply because he’s tired of being lonely. He’s always inviting (dragging) him over to his house so they can go to the amusement park, or the theater, or the aquarium, or sometimes just to stay home and watch movies. Romano most certainly doesn’t enjoy it when America has him over, but if he’s being perfectly honest with himself for once, he does like spending time with him. It still doesn’t explain why, out of all the nations in the world, America would choose to date Romano, but he isn’t complaining. Well, not seriously complaining; people would be suspicious if he just stopped altogether.
Romano’s favorite nights are their nights in, either at his house in Rome or in one of America’s many abodes. He cooks dinner for them, and he always likes cooking for America, who appreciates tomatoes almost as much as he does, always clears his plate and asked for seconds, and never compares his food to Veneciano’s. He knows America just liked eating, and the fact that Romano’s food isn’t England’s is merely an added bonus, but it still makes his face warm and his heart flutter every time he tells him it’s the damn best meal he’s ever eaten. After dinner America picks out a movie, and they usually end up cuddling and falling asleep on the couch before it’s over.
America doesn’t like sex at all. He’s always blushing and trying to change the subject whenever it’s brought up. What he does like is cuddling and kissing and other forms of physical contact. Romano has almost grown used to the surprise sneak hugs that happen whenever they’re in the same room, and the random touches and hand holding under the table. America likes holding his hand, especially when they are out in public, as if he’s telling the world that Romano is his and his alone. Every night they’re together, Romano will receive a goodnight kiss and ends up in America’s embrace, surrounded by his comforting warmth, and when he wakes up, America refuses to let him get out of bed without a good morning kiss. Not to mention all the times when America decides to just pull him aside and kiss him, simply because he allegedly “Looks too cute to resist,” or “There was a cat coming that way and I didn’t want it to scare you” or even “I dunno; it just felt right.”
Spain had liked kissing and cuddling too. The difference is Spain would kiss everyone (on the cheek. Romano clung to the fact that he only kissed him on the lips when they were together) and cuddle with whoever was nearby when the mood struck him. When they were together, Germany would only go so far as to hold hands, and the purpose was quickly defeated whenever he let Veneciano do the same. America only reserves his kisses and cuddles for Romano.
And that makes Romano feel special. Yes, America isn’t a girl, and Romano is glad for that fact, because at the end of the day, America always loves him for simply being him, and that’s all Romano could ever want.