Dark For All Of Me [5/?]
anonymous
May 3 2010, 21:19:02 UTC
“Romano sleeps with me nowadays, but… I suppose I could get someone else to take care of him during your stay.”
This time, both Austria’s eyebrows shot up.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said, someone else can probably take care of Romano while you…”
“No, I heard that. I just… never mind.”
“…what?”
Austria wrestled against the urge to sigh. He wondered if Spain truly was that dense or did this specifically to aggravate him.
Kindness is cruelty.
He had given Romano to him nearly a century ago. He really ought to have been used to the idea that Spain could show some favouritism towards a colony or two by now, but the Italian Wars and Spain’s blood fever were a stain on his memory he wasn’t likely to forget for a very long time. Austria shook his head to dispel the thoughts. There was no point in revolving around past when he couldn’t profit from it.
“I’m just tired from the journey.”
“Of course! I’ll escort you to my room. There should be some wine there so you can drink some before you rest. As it is, I need to meet with some of my captains. I’m afraid I won’t be able to spend much time with you while you’re here.”
“That’s fine,” Austria nodded. He had expected as much. “We are in the midst of war, after all.”
* * *
”Kindness is cruelty.”
Spain looked up at him, bare-naked as his bronze skin shimmered from sweat under the moonlight. His expression was relaxed, almost drowsy, but now held a mite of confusion within it.
“What?”
“You told me that kindness is cruelty to colonies. Remember?”
“Austria,” Spain groaned. “Unless you move, I’m not going to remember anything.”
“This is important, Spain.”
“Finish me off and we can talk about it,” he strained, grinding back against Austria. “Because the only thing on my mind right now is the fact that you’re not moving and I’m not coming.”
As Austria held him down by the damp tightness of his skin and watched him surrender to ecstasy, he couldn’t help but think that the few times Spain made incredible amounts of sense was when he wanted to give into the unintelligibility of coitus. They lay together on the twisted sheets after the final echo of climax, limbs entangled and heavy now. Spain’s eyes were closed as he caught his breath and Austria feared he would fall asleep.
“Tell me now,” he murmured, running a hand through Spain’s sweat-drenched hair.
Spain let out a slow sigh, reluctant to think, let alone speak.
“About what?”
“Your cruelty to South Italy.”
Spain opened his eyes, met Austria’s, held his gaze.
“…it’s not cruelty.”
“He’s a prince in your home,” Austria said with a degree of frustration. “You govern with an iron fist. Peru submits to you in fear. I cannot comprehend it.”
“Romano… Romano is special.”
“How?”
“… this is really embarrassing, Austria. Can we not talk about it?”
“I want to know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you really, really sure?”
“Spain.”
Spain sighed again, rolling over so that he lay on his stomach, face buried in his pillow. He did not speak for a long time, and Austria suspected he had truly gone to sleep then. He rested a hand on his back, about to lightly shake him awake when he heard a muffled voice address him.
And Spain told Austria.
The subsequent embarrassment gave way to a comforting embrace of soft, reassuring whispers and kisses that led to slow, hot touches that coaxed Spain to climb on top of him and press their bodies together again, one, two more times until they were spent for the night. His words were sweeter forever after that night, marking his kisses with a honey Austria could not explain and wresting away the bitter unease that marred his perception of Spain’s treatment of South Italy, of Romano.
Truth be told, from the outset Austria was relieved to see that Spain could find it in him to love a colony.
Re: Dark For All Of Me [5/?]
anonymous
May 3 2010, 23:36:23 UTC
Haven't commented much on this lately (bad anon!) but I'm still loving it something fierce. Love the rich tapestry you've created with the characters and the world and love how this part has a very bittersweet feel to it since we know the end is coming still very much love for still making it very compelling and their relationship feel very real. Loving and yet at the same time still at heart a business arrangement of sorts.
Will we possibly be getting a tag to this set in the modern world? They're very much ships passing in the night these days with very little to do with each other (as far as I know I could of course be wrong on that *cough*).
Oh and chibitalia is adorable as always I love seeing fics where he and Austria interact even on the barest of levels. On some levels I think that Italy lucked out when he got Austria as the "big brother" figure in his life.
Re: Dark For All Of Me [5/?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 00:30:17 UTC
This is so good, anon. <3 I am absolutely in love with it. Your characterizations are amazing, and it's so exciting when I open up the page and see you updated. <3
Re: Dark For All Of Me [5/?]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 10:39:58 UTC
This is beautiful. I love that you're using the canon as an explanation for Spain's behaviour towards South Italy compared to the one towards his other colonies (well, Spanish domination had moments of tension, uprisings and violent repression, but nothing compared to what happened to say, Peru), and I love that you're leaving in doubt if Spain's attraction is all platonic or not.
And Austria being an husband and an ally throught all this - the way he can't accept rivals, but he can accept Spain falling in love with somebody else - is fantastic.
The bit at the beginning with little Italy wanting to be picked up is d'awwwwww.
This time, both Austria’s eyebrows shot up.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I said, someone else can probably take care of Romano while you…”
“No, I heard that. I just… never mind.”
“…what?”
Austria wrestled against the urge to sigh. He wondered if Spain truly was that dense or did this specifically to aggravate him.
Kindness is cruelty.
He had given Romano to him nearly a century ago. He really ought to have been used to the idea that Spain could show some favouritism towards a colony or two by now, but the Italian Wars and Spain’s blood fever were a stain on his memory he wasn’t likely to forget for a very long time. Austria shook his head to dispel the thoughts. There was no point in revolving around past when he couldn’t profit from it.
“I’m just tired from the journey.”
“Of course! I’ll escort you to my room. There should be some wine there so you can drink some before you rest. As it is, I need to meet with some of my captains. I’m afraid I won’t be able to spend much time with you while you’re here.”
“That’s fine,” Austria nodded. He had expected as much. “We are in the midst of war, after all.”
* * *
”Kindness is cruelty.”
Spain looked up at him, bare-naked as his bronze skin shimmered from sweat under the moonlight. His expression was relaxed, almost drowsy, but now held a mite of confusion within it.
“What?”
“You told me that kindness is cruelty to colonies. Remember?”
“Austria,” Spain groaned. “Unless you move, I’m not going to remember anything.”
“This is important, Spain.”
“Finish me off and we can talk about it,” he strained, grinding back against Austria. “Because the only thing on my mind right now is the fact that you’re not moving and I’m not coming.”
As Austria held him down by the damp tightness of his skin and watched him surrender to ecstasy, he couldn’t help but think that the few times Spain made incredible amounts of sense was when he wanted to give into the unintelligibility of coitus. They lay together on the twisted sheets after the final echo of climax, limbs entangled and heavy now. Spain’s eyes were closed as he caught his breath and Austria feared he would fall asleep.
“Tell me now,” he murmured, running a hand through Spain’s sweat-drenched hair.
Spain let out a slow sigh, reluctant to think, let alone speak.
“About what?”
“Your cruelty to South Italy.”
Spain opened his eyes, met Austria’s, held his gaze.
“…it’s not cruelty.”
“He’s a prince in your home,” Austria said with a degree of frustration. “You govern with an iron fist. Peru submits to you in fear. I cannot comprehend it.”
“Romano… Romano is special.”
“How?”
“… this is really embarrassing, Austria. Can we not talk about it?”
“I want to know.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Are you really, really sure?”
“Spain.”
Spain sighed again, rolling over so that he lay on his stomach, face buried in his pillow. He did not speak for a long time, and Austria suspected he had truly gone to sleep then. He rested a hand on his back, about to lightly shake him awake when he heard a muffled voice address him.
And Spain told Austria.
The subsequent embarrassment gave way to a comforting embrace of soft, reassuring whispers and kisses that led to slow, hot touches that coaxed Spain to climb on top of him and press their bodies together again, one, two more times until they were spent for the night. His words were sweeter forever after that night, marking his kisses with a honey Austria could not explain and wresting away the bitter unease that marred his perception of Spain’s treatment of South Italy, of Romano.
Truth be told, from the outset Austria was relieved to see that Spain could find it in him to love a colony.
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Will we possibly be getting a tag to this set in the modern world? They're very much ships passing in the night these days with very little to do with each other (as far as I know I could of course be wrong on that *cough*).
Oh and chibitalia is adorable as always I love seeing fics where he and Austria interact even on the barest of levels. On some levels I think that Italy lucked out when he got Austria as the "big brother" figure in his life.
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And Austria being an husband and an ally throught all this - the way he can't accept rivals, but he can accept Spain falling in love with somebody else - is fantastic.
The bit at the beginning with little Italy wanting to be picked up is d'awwwwww.
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