The Paella's Secret Reciped (Part 2) (RomanoxSpain)
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Title: The Paella's Secret Recipe (Part 2)
Author: flamefox324
Characters/Pairings: SpainxRomano
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Profanities in both English and Italian, sex, grammar mistakes
Summary: Romano continued to sleep until Spain showed up in his room. Something felt different about Spain. Romano felt as the Spain he knew was gone. What will happen?
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It felt hours passed by as Romano slept peacefully and happily like a cat sunbathing under the sun. His tranquility didn’t last long as he felt a hand nudging constantly against his shoulder. A soft, gentle voice called out his name into his ear. Romano grunted in annoyance, struggling to go back to sleep.
“Oye Romano. Wake up.”
He felt once more the stranger’s hand. He slowly opened his eyelids and stood up straight, facing the blurry image in front of him. He stared blankly at the figure for a minute; he rubbed his eyes to clear his blurriness and stare back at the person in front of him.
Spain was sitting on the bed, smiling at him. But something felt unusually different about him. He cannot put his finger on it but he could perceive something strange was going to happen.
“What is it, you bastard? I’m trying to sleep here.”
The Spaniard continued to smile. He leaned close to Romano’s face; his dazzling and intense emerald eyes pierced into his. His mind stood frozen for a moment, not able to make a reaction.
“W-w-what the hell are you doing?! Don’t scare me like that you idiot! You seriously are making me angry.”
Antonio didn’t pay in mind to his insults. He moved his body closer to Romano’s, lightly pushing the Italian down on the bed. Now he has the upper hand, revealing his devilish smile. Romano gulped.
“Aww Lovi. You sound cute when you get mad at me. It makes me want to gobble you up whole.”
“Wha?!”
He cannot believe what he was seeing. The person in front of him wasn’t Spain at all. This guy in reality was a wolf in disguise, ready to attack his prey with his predatory, hungry eyes.
He never knew that Spain was this kinky enough to do such things. Okay, he had to admit he can a bit kinky at times but there are certain levels of kinkiness and for sure this is OVER of Spain’s line.
Romano was lying there, paralyzed. Spain, chuckling at such a sight, sealed his lips into Romano’s.
He could feel his hot, warm breath rushing into his body. He closed his eyes shut, unable to break off the kiss. He felt himself uncomfortable as Spain’s tongue wrapped around his, feeling the wet and slimy foreign saliva entering into his mouth.
Romano flushed in embarrassment. His body suddenly felt hot and tight. He had no clue what was going on.
Both of their lips were finally broken off. Romano gasped in agony. The oxygen finally rushed back into his lungs. The kiss was seriously deep and painful for him to breathe. He slowly opened his eyes halfway, dazing at Antonio.
Spain reacted to his gaze with a smile; he once again leaned forward to the side of his neck and gnawed gently on the flesh. A small pale red colour appeared.
“Gah! Stop it Spain! Don’t make me head butt in your stomach like I usually do!” His response to the hickey wasn’t at all pleasant.
“Oh? If you really hate it so much, wouldn’t you have done that about minutes ago while I was kissing you?”
His expression turned diabolical. Spain has become a flirtatious and sex-maniac incubus.
O dio mio. What the hell is going on?! What’s with Spain?! Why he’s acting like this?!
Spain was still at Romano’s neck, licking his love mark. He then followed down to the chest area, sucking and licking on his left nipple. He gave few gentle nibbling, causing to Romano to squeal with horror.
“Spain! C-cut it out!”
Antonio did not heed to his words. He continued to suckle on his nipple.
His right hand took its next destination on the waist area. He slowly tucked his hand under the sides of the boxers, tenderly stroking the hip. He tugged deeper on the boxers’ behind, savagely grabbing on the buttocks. Romano whelped.
“What the hell think you’re doing?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to have sex with you,” said Spain firmly.
What’s with the direct response?!
His boxers were suddenly removed, leaving him fully naked on the bed.
“Now then. Shall we?”
“W-what?”
Spain began to undress himself and leaned his body close enough for intimidate contact.
Suddenly, everything turned black.
The house became silent. Series of panting and moaning sounds echoed in the room.
“N-no... Stop it..”
Romano felt himself shaking helplessly under Spain’s embracing arms. Antonio kissed at his nape, his hands wondering all over the body. The hands were then unexpectedly lowered to his vital organ region.
Romano gave out a surprise jolt.
“Ah! Not that! Please...”
He could feel Antonio’s warm breath against his neck. His body reacted with intense desire for sexual pleasure and hot, passionate sex from Spain. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him.
Spain’s hands began to invade the lower parts. He spread the legs wider, sliding in between the butt cheeks. He raised his left hand to his face, licked his index and middle fingers and went back to slide them into Romano’s vital hole.
“Hey! Spain! A-ah...”
He twitched uncontrollably as Spain’s fingers shoved around in circles. His body sweated profusely and moaned seductively.
“S-Spain..”
The way he called out his name lovingly seemed so off for him but he can’t help to feel great.
The fingers gave its final and deep push into the hole. Romano’s mind went into a blank state. His eyes cannot see his surroundings but he can hear his crying on Spain’s name.,.
“N-no... Antonio... Aaah.... Stop..... it... CUT IT OUT!”
His body jolted from his bed, his eyes widen with panic. The room radiated a dim, dusky darkness. Romano looked at the alarm clock on the night stand.
“It’s 17:30 o’clock?”
Shocked by how late he slept, he came to his senses and looked around for Spain. It seemed he was nowhere to be found.
Was it..... a dream?
He gulped down really hard. He hoped it was. It better be. But how would he know whether the dream was true or not? He thought alternate ways to answer his question.
He looked under his bedcovers. The sheets looked clean and he was still wearing his boxers. It still wasn’t enough to justify his answer. He began to whisper his prayers.
He tossed the sheets away and jumped out off the bed. Standing on his two legs, he became puzzled. His butt didn’t hurt at all. He patted it to make sure of it. It wasn’t sore at all.
“Thank god. My ass is still fine.”
This justified everything. The sex he had with Spain was all just a dream... just a dream.
His stomach began to make uncomfortable growling sounds. He clutched to his stomach to quieten his stomach. Somehow his body acted weirdly today. He thought he might take a visit to the kitchen and drink some water or medication to make his body better.
He picked up the bed sheets, wrapped it around himself, and left the bedroom. He walked slowly down the corridor. As he walked by, he could hear the snores coming from a meter away. With a sense of curiosity, he followed the source of the snoring and stood in front of the door.
He twisted the doorknob as slowly and quietly as he could possibly do; he poked his head into the room, seeing a motionless figure under the bed sheets.
Spain was still sleeping. Thinking that it wasn’t the best time to disturb him, Romano shut the door as he went downstairs to the kitchen.
He began his search around the kitchen cabinets, trying to find any kind of medications he could take. It’s not the fact that he felt sick or he was about to throw up, but it felt that his body had a strange tingling sensation; that it wanted to burst out of its surface and be free. Whatever it was, it didn’t make him pleased at all.
He wondered if the spice that Spain used was the cause of it. He doubts that the food would be the accomplice to his strange reaction. He went to the kitchen table and found the spice container Spain was showing to him earlier. He took the bottle and read the label contents glued onto it.
There was no ingredient contents section, nor any of those dietary contents. He only found just one single phrase in curse handwriting. He read it out loud.
Tus profundos y íntimos secretos serán revelados
It seemed it was written in Spanish. He tried to translate into his head what the phrase meant (all thanks to Spain’s Spanish lessons and the fact that both Italian and Spanish are similar languages).
“’Your deepest and intimate secrets will be revealed?’ What kind of shit is this?! Some hell of advertisement it is.”
His words broke off. He looked back at the bottle once again and went back on processing his thoughts. Something just struck him in his mind and it wasn’t a nice thought as well. Romano gaped with terror as he stared back at the innocent-looking bottle.
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Back at upper floor, Spain was still snoozing in his bedroom. He laid on the coversheets, drooling on his pillowcase. He muttered out the words “tomatoes” and “Romano” countless times. Made people wondering what he was dreaming out (Uhm, he’s dreaming about Romano and tomatoes? xD).
A sudden thudding noise from downstairs woke Spain. With his eyes feeling droopy, he looked questionably what was going on. His question has finally come with an answer.
“SPAAAAAIN! YOU FUCKING JERK! YOU DID THIS TO ME! FIX IT, DAMNIT!”
The door suddenly busted open from Romano’s kick; Antonio’s expression turned surprised. He wasn’t sure what was going on but for sure he hasn’t done anything wrong. I mean, just minutes ago he was sleeping. Expecting a punch, Spain shut his eyes as a reflex.
Instead, he felt a couple of arms embraced around him. He re-opened his eyes, seeing Romano hugging him. He flinched with shocking realization of such a rare event.
“Spaaaain! Your stupid spice did something to me! I just had the weirdest dream and I cannot relax now!”
The Italian wailed desperately. Spain could feel gushes of water spilled from him. He patted his head, trying to calm him down.
“Eh, sorry. I didn’t know the spice would be that bad for you. If it would make you sleep better, you could stay with me till morning.”
Romano looked up to him, his eyes still wet from his tears. So far, his body didn’t feel strange at from the minute he stepped into the room. And knowing that he’s a coward, he didn’t want to spend the night alone.
Without much saying, Romano pushed away from Spain and dug under the covers like a rabbit. Watching at his strange ramped behaviour, Spain chuckled under his breath before he settled back to his bed. Both nations continued with their slumber.
The silence was then broken off.
“Hey Spain.”
“Yes Romano?”
“If you do ANYTHING to me while I’m sleeping, you’ll pay.”
“W-what did I do?!”
“S-shut up! Go to sleep!”
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Next morning has arrived. Both nations were up and fully dressed.
Looking at the bottle in his hand, Romano began to talk with Spain if anything strange happened to him.
Spain looked at him confusingly.
“Huh? Did I feel strange yesterday? No, not really. Wait... are you saying that the spice did something to you in your dream that you were talking about yesterday?”
Romano coughed.
“Of course not! What crappy nonsense are you talking about?! Just shut up and concentrate on your competition!”
“Yeah, you’re right. Plus, not sure people would be pleased if they ate spice that does weird things to them,” said Spain teasingly. He went back on chopping the tomatoes.
Looking back at the bottle, Romano was lost in his thoughts. He kept thinking why the spice reacted to him instead of Spain.
He had to admit, it was one heck of a spice to be able to work on him.
"It’s because Spain is an open-minded person compared to Romano. Spain’s emotions are free to be expressed and not to be concerned into concealing themselves. As for Romano, his were trapped, not wanting to express due to timid behaviour. Just one pinch of spice is enough to unlock your emotions, going wild and free and also revealing out deepest secrets."
Author's Note: Forgive if the ending sounds crappy. D: I promised I'll be done today so I rushed along the story. Sorry if anything made no sense at all. :C The last quotation phrase, you could say the narrator (-coughs- The Gypsy-coughs-) explained the essential role the spice played in. Yes. I know, it's corny. ^^;
Title: The Paella's Secret Recipe (Part 2)
Author: flamefox324
Characters/Pairings: SpainxRomano
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Profanities in both English and Italian, sex, grammar mistakes
Summary: Romano continued to sleep until Spain showed up in his room. Something felt different about Spain. Romano felt as the Spain he knew was gone. What will happen?
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It felt hours passed by as Romano slept peacefully and happily like a cat sunbathing under the sun. His tranquility didn’t last long as he felt a hand nudging constantly against his shoulder. A soft, gentle voice called out his name into his ear. Romano grunted in annoyance, struggling to go back to sleep.
“Oye Romano. Wake up.”
He felt once more the stranger’s hand. He slowly opened his eyelids and stood up straight, facing the blurry image in front of him. He stared blankly at the figure for a minute; he rubbed his eyes to clear his blurriness and stare back at the person in front of him.
Spain was sitting on the bed, smiling at him. But something felt unusually different about him. He cannot put his finger on it but he could perceive something strange was going to happen.
“What is it, you bastard? I’m trying to sleep here.”
The Spaniard continued to smile. He leaned close to Romano’s face; his dazzling and intense emerald eyes pierced into his. His mind stood frozen for a moment, not able to make a reaction.
“W-w-what the hell are you doing?! Don’t scare me like that you idiot! You seriously are making me angry.”
Antonio didn’t pay in mind to his insults. He moved his body closer to Romano’s, lightly pushing the Italian down on the bed. Now he has the upper hand, revealing his devilish smile. Romano gulped.
“Aww Lovi. You sound cute when you get mad at me. It makes me want to gobble you up whole.”
“Wha?!”
He cannot believe what he was seeing. The person in front of him wasn’t Spain at all. This guy in reality was a wolf in disguise, ready to attack his prey with his predatory, hungry eyes.
He never knew that Spain was this kinky enough to do such things. Okay, he had to admit he can a bit kinky at times but there are certain levels of kinkiness and for sure this is OVER of Spain’s line.
Romano was lying there, paralyzed. Spain, chuckling at such a sight, sealed his lips into Romano’s.
He could feel his hot, warm breath rushing into his body. He closed his eyes shut, unable to break off the kiss. He felt himself uncomfortable as Spain’s tongue wrapped around his, feeling the wet and slimy foreign saliva entering into his mouth.
Romano flushed in embarrassment. His body suddenly felt hot and tight. He had no clue what was going on.
Both of their lips were finally broken off. Romano gasped in agony. The oxygen finally rushed back into his lungs. The kiss was seriously deep and painful for him to breathe. He slowly opened his eyes halfway, dazing at Antonio.
Spain reacted to his gaze with a smile; he once again leaned forward to the side of his neck and gnawed gently on the flesh. A small pale red colour appeared.
“Gah! Stop it Spain! Don’t make me head butt in your stomach like I usually do!” His response to the hickey wasn’t at all pleasant.
“Oh? If you really hate it so much, wouldn’t you have done that about minutes ago while I was kissing you?”
His expression turned diabolical. Spain has become a flirtatious and sex-maniac incubus.
O dio mio. What the hell is going on?! What’s with Spain?! Why he’s acting like this?!
Spain was still at Romano’s neck, licking his love mark. He then followed down to the chest area, sucking and licking on his left nipple. He gave few gentle nibbling, causing to Romano to squeal with horror.
“Spain! C-cut it out!”
Antonio did not heed to his words. He continued to suckle on his nipple.
His right hand took its next destination on the waist area. He slowly tucked his hand under the sides of the boxers, tenderly stroking the hip. He tugged deeper on the boxers’ behind, savagely grabbing on the buttocks. Romano whelped.
“What the hell think you’re doing?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to have sex with you,” said Spain firmly.
What’s with the direct response?!
His boxers were suddenly removed, leaving him fully naked on the bed.
“Now then. Shall we?”
“W-what?”
Spain began to undress himself and leaned his body close enough for intimidate contact.
Suddenly, everything turned black.
The house became silent. Series of panting and moaning sounds echoed in the room.
“N-no... Stop it..”
Romano felt himself shaking helplessly under Spain’s embracing arms. Antonio kissed at his nape, his hands wondering all over the body. The hands were then unexpectedly lowered to his vital organ region.
Romano gave out a surprise jolt.
“Ah! Not that! Please...”
He could feel Antonio’s warm breath against his neck. His body reacted with intense desire for sexual pleasure and hot, passionate sex from Spain. He couldn’t understand what was happening to him.
Spain’s hands began to invade the lower parts. He spread the legs wider, sliding in between the butt cheeks. He raised his left hand to his face, licked his index and middle fingers and went back to slide them into Romano’s vital hole.
“Hey! Spain! A-ah...”
He twitched uncontrollably as Spain’s fingers shoved around in circles. His body sweated profusely and moaned seductively.
“S-Spain..”
The way he called out his name lovingly seemed so off for him but he can’t help to feel great.
The fingers gave its final and deep push into the hole. Romano’s mind went into a blank state. His eyes cannot see his surroundings but he can hear his crying on Spain’s name.,.
“N-no... Antonio... Aaah.... Stop..... it... CUT IT OUT!”
His body jolted from his bed, his eyes widen with panic. The room radiated a dim, dusky darkness. Romano looked at the alarm clock on the night stand.
“It’s 17:30 o’clock?”
Shocked by how late he slept, he came to his senses and looked around for Spain. It seemed he was nowhere to be found.
Was it..... a dream?
He gulped down really hard. He hoped it was. It better be. But how would he know whether the dream was true or not? He thought alternate ways to answer his question.
He looked under his bedcovers. The sheets looked clean and he was still wearing his boxers. It still wasn’t enough to justify his answer. He began to whisper his prayers.
He tossed the sheets away and jumped out off the bed. Standing on his two legs, he became puzzled. His butt didn’t hurt at all. He patted it to make sure of it. It wasn’t sore at all.
“Thank god. My ass is still fine.”
This justified everything. The sex he had with Spain was all just a dream... just a dream.
His stomach began to make uncomfortable growling sounds. He clutched to his stomach to quieten his stomach. Somehow his body acted weirdly today. He thought he might take a visit to the kitchen and drink some water or medication to make his body better.
He picked up the bed sheets, wrapped it around himself, and left the bedroom. He walked slowly down the corridor. As he walked by, he could hear the snores coming from a meter away. With a sense of curiosity, he followed the source of the snoring and stood in front of the door.
He twisted the doorknob as slowly and quietly as he could possibly do; he poked his head into the room, seeing a motionless figure under the bed sheets.
Spain was still sleeping. Thinking that it wasn’t the best time to disturb him, Romano shut the door as he went downstairs to the kitchen.
He began his search around the kitchen cabinets, trying to find any kind of medications he could take. It’s not the fact that he felt sick or he was about to throw up, but it felt that his body had a strange tingling sensation; that it wanted to burst out of its surface and be free. Whatever it was, it didn’t make him pleased at all.
He wondered if the spice that Spain used was the cause of it. He doubts that the food would be the accomplice to his strange reaction. He went to the kitchen table and found the spice container Spain was showing to him earlier. He took the bottle and read the label contents glued onto it.
There was no ingredient contents section, nor any of those dietary contents. He only found just one single phrase in curse handwriting. He read it out loud.
Tus profundos y íntimos secretos serán revelados
It seemed it was written in Spanish. He tried to translate into his head what the phrase meant (all thanks to Spain’s Spanish lessons and the fact that both Italian and Spanish are similar languages).
“’Your deepest and intimate secrets will be revealed?’ What kind of shit is this?! Some hell of advertisement it is.”
His words broke off. He looked back at the bottle once again and went back on processing his thoughts. Something just struck him in his mind and it wasn’t a nice thought as well. Romano gaped with terror as he stared back at the innocent-looking bottle.
.................
Back at upper floor, Spain was still snoozing in his bedroom. He laid on the coversheets, drooling on his pillowcase. He muttered out the words “tomatoes” and “Romano” countless times. Made people wondering what he was dreaming out (Uhm, he’s dreaming about Romano and tomatoes? xD).
A sudden thudding noise from downstairs woke Spain. With his eyes feeling droopy, he looked questionably what was going on. His question has finally come with an answer.
“SPAAAAAIN! YOU FUCKING JERK! YOU DID THIS TO ME! FIX IT, DAMNIT!”
The door suddenly busted open from Romano’s kick; Antonio’s expression turned surprised. He wasn’t sure what was going on but for sure he hasn’t done anything wrong. I mean, just minutes ago he was sleeping. Expecting a punch, Spain shut his eyes as a reflex.
Instead, he felt a couple of arms embraced around him. He re-opened his eyes, seeing Romano hugging him. He flinched with shocking realization of such a rare event.
“Spaaaain! Your stupid spice did something to me! I just had the weirdest dream and I cannot relax now!”
The Italian wailed desperately. Spain could feel gushes of water spilled from him. He patted his head, trying to calm him down.
“Eh, sorry. I didn’t know the spice would be that bad for you. If it would make you sleep better, you could stay with me till morning.”
Romano looked up to him, his eyes still wet from his tears. So far, his body didn’t feel strange at from the minute he stepped into the room. And knowing that he’s a coward, he didn’t want to spend the night alone.
Without much saying, Romano pushed away from Spain and dug under the covers like a rabbit. Watching at his strange ramped behaviour, Spain chuckled under his breath before he settled back to his bed. Both nations continued with their slumber.
The silence was then broken off.
“Hey Spain.”
“Yes Romano?”
“If you do ANYTHING to me while I’m sleeping, you’ll pay.”
“W-what did I do?!”
“S-shut up! Go to sleep!”
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Next morning has arrived. Both nations were up and fully dressed.
Looking at the bottle in his hand, Romano began to talk with Spain if anything strange happened to him.
Spain looked at him confusingly.
“Huh? Did I feel strange yesterday? No, not really. Wait... are you saying that the spice did something to you in your dream that you were talking about yesterday?”
Romano coughed.
“Of course not! What crappy nonsense are you talking about?! Just shut up and concentrate on your competition!”
“Yeah, you’re right. Plus, not sure people would be pleased if they ate spice that does weird things to them,” said Spain teasingly. He went back on chopping the tomatoes.
Looking back at the bottle, Romano was lost in his thoughts. He kept thinking why the spice reacted to him instead of Spain.
He had to admit, it was one heck of a spice to be able to work on him.
"It’s because Spain is an open-minded person compared to Romano. Spain’s emotions are free to be expressed and not to be concerned into concealing themselves. As for Romano, his were trapped, not wanting to express due to timid behaviour. Just one pinch of spice is enough to unlock your emotions, going wild and free and also revealing out deepest secrets."
Author's Note: Forgive if the ending sounds crappy. D: I promised I'll be done today so I rushed along the story. Sorry if anything made no sense at all. :C The last quotation phrase, you could say the narrator (-coughs- The Gypsy-coughs-) explained the essential role the spice played in. Yes. I know, it's corny. ^^;