100 Ways to Woo an Italian [8/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:14:30 UTC
"Romano, Lovino, I don't know what I did to you. I really don't, and I'm sorry, because I guess I should. I always tried to be good to you, I swear."
"Well you sucked at it," Romano grumbled, crossing his arms and trying to block out how tightly Spain was holding him. Hell if his face wasn't red as a damn tomato by now, anyway, but... did Spain have to be that close? He could practically feel breath on his neck- no, scratch that, he actually could.
"I never listened to you, didn't you say that? I've been listening now, I really have. I didn't appreciate you? You wish I had hit you? I'm not an empathetic heart, Lovi. I don't understand."
Of course he didn't understand. He never understood. He never did anything right, dammit! And his head was on Romano's shoulder, and he was kind of swaying, and it was exactly the opposite position he ever wanted to be in with Spain, and Romano could hardly breathe and God only knew why...
"Dammit. You don't understand? You... You always praised Ita-chan, right with me in the room! You pulled my hair, asshole. And- gah! You just... You never loved me, okay? And I was just a kid, Spain! I was cute damn little boy and you didn't give two cents about me. So don't even start! Coming to me now, after this long? I waited! I grew up! You missed your chance. I don't want to be around you anymore, dammit!"
Romano bit the tip of his thumb, torn between throwing Spain off him and showing that bastard a foot to the vital regions, and... what even was the other option? Spain was kissing his neck - Christ, was Spain kissing his neck? - and he couldn't even remember... what couldn't he remember?
"Italy was cute and obedient. Like a dog or something. If I'd wanted a dog, I would have gotten a dog. Why would I want him? I had you, Lovino! ...In more ways than I thought..."
He reached up to wipe Romano's cheeks, and all the smaller nation could feel was horribly embarrassed. How did they even get that wet? He definitely wasn't crying that hard, right?
"You don't know, Lovi, you don't even know. Was I that cold to you, really? I always worried I was so obvious."
Still kissing all over his neck... shit, what was even going on? Something akin to a whimper stuck in his throat, and Romano couldn't help gasp a little. How was he supposed to pay attention, dammit?
"Lovi, Lovi, I didn't even dare hope you cared about me. You were always so mad at me, Lovi! I thought you wanted to left alone. What was I supposed to think? I always wanted to be around you, all the time, since forever ago. I never wanted to ignore you..."
He lapsed sometimes, he wouldn't lie. He got fed up by the laziness and the messes and taking physical punishment from a kid. But this wasn't just some kid. This was Lovino, and in the Holy Virgin's name, if he wouldn't put up with anything for Lovino...
Romano swallowed loudly. Those... Those were lies. Those were... He wasn't... Was he really always...? He kind of...
"D-Dammit, stop!"
Romano pushed Spain's arms down, wriggled away from him, then back-stepped and spun around, a shaky grip on Spain's collar yanking him down into possibly the most forceful and awkward kiss of all time. Antonio managed with some difficulty to pry vice-grip hands off him, and pulled away for a laughing kind of gasp. Romano's face dropped like a stone and his hands fell dead still at his side.
"H-Hey. No. I thought-"
"Calm down. I just... not like that, okay?"
Too rough, too stiff. Not cold, but like that? The country of passion, he was spoiled. He wouldn't kiss anyone like that! Least of all Romano. And... ohmygod, he did just kiss Romano, didn't he? And then there were hands in his hair, like he was the little one. And then... wow, where did Romano learn to kiss like that? But one of them had to breathe eventually, and they pulled apart again, neither quite able to stop some part of them from shaking. Spain wrapped his unsteady arms around the unsteady waist of a Romano who was just shivering all over.
"Well you sucked at it," Romano grumbled, crossing his arms and trying to block out how tightly Spain was holding him. Hell if his face wasn't red as a damn tomato by now, anyway, but... did Spain have to be that close? He could practically feel breath on his neck- no, scratch that, he actually could.
"I never listened to you, didn't you say that? I've been listening now, I really have. I didn't appreciate you? You wish I had hit you? I'm not an empathetic heart, Lovi. I don't understand."
Of course he didn't understand. He never understood. He never did anything right, dammit! And his head was on Romano's shoulder, and he was kind of swaying, and it was exactly the opposite position he ever wanted to be in with Spain, and Romano could hardly breathe and God only knew why...
"Dammit. You don't understand? You... You always praised Ita-chan, right with me in the room! You pulled my hair, asshole. And- gah! You just... You never loved me, okay? And I was just a kid, Spain! I was cute damn little boy and you didn't give two cents about me. So don't even start! Coming to me now, after this long? I waited! I grew up! You missed your chance. I don't want to be around you anymore, dammit!"
Romano bit the tip of his thumb, torn between throwing Spain off him and showing that bastard a foot to the vital regions, and... what even was the other option? Spain was kissing his neck - Christ, was Spain kissing his neck? - and he couldn't even remember... what couldn't he remember?
"Italy was cute and obedient. Like a dog or something. If I'd wanted a dog, I would have gotten a dog. Why would I want him? I had you, Lovino! ...In more ways than I thought..."
He reached up to wipe Romano's cheeks, and all the smaller nation could feel was horribly embarrassed. How did they even get that wet? He definitely wasn't crying that hard, right?
"You don't know, Lovi, you don't even know. Was I that cold to you, really? I always worried I was so obvious."
Still kissing all over his neck... shit, what was even going on? Something akin to a whimper stuck in his throat, and Romano couldn't help gasp a little. How was he supposed to pay attention, dammit?
"Lovi, Lovi, I didn't even dare hope you cared about me. You were always so mad at me, Lovi! I thought you wanted to left alone. What was I supposed to think? I always wanted to be around you, all the time, since forever ago. I never wanted to ignore you..."
He lapsed sometimes, he wouldn't lie. He got fed up by the laziness and the messes and taking physical punishment from a kid. But this wasn't just some kid. This was Lovino, and in the Holy Virgin's name, if he wouldn't put up with anything for Lovino...
Romano swallowed loudly. Those... Those were lies. Those were... He wasn't... Was he really always...? He kind of...
"D-Dammit, stop!"
Romano pushed Spain's arms down, wriggled away from him, then back-stepped and spun around, a shaky grip on Spain's collar yanking him down into possibly the most forceful and awkward kiss of all time. Antonio managed with some difficulty to pry vice-grip hands off him, and pulled away for a laughing kind of gasp. Romano's face dropped like a stone and his hands fell dead still at his side.
"H-Hey. No. I thought-"
"Calm down. I just... not like that, okay?"
Too rough, too stiff. Not cold, but like that? The country of passion, he was spoiled. He wouldn't kiss anyone like that! Least of all Romano. And... ohmygod, he did just kiss Romano, didn't he? And then there were hands in his hair, like he was the little one. And then... wow, where did Romano learn to kiss like that? But one of them had to breathe eventually, and they pulled apart again, neither quite able to stop some part of them from shaking. Spain wrapped his unsteady arms around the unsteady waist of a Romano who was just shivering all over.
"No... Okay, stop now. I mean it."
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