[Part 1] It's Meaningless
anonymous
October 17 2010, 00:18:53 UTC
WRITER ANON FORCES YOU TO IMAGINE THE CHIGI FROM THE DELICIOUS TOMATO SONG EVERYTIME YOU READ IT HERE
“CHIGIIIIIII!” Romano blurted out one day at the Italian’s dinner table.
Spain looked up from delicious plate of his pasta, a strand hanging out of his mouth and his face stained with tomato sauce. A meatball was stuck to his fork, ready to be stuffed in his mouth like a little piggy. “Huh?”
Romano sat there, staring at the Spaniard with a tense face. Seconds passed before he looked back down at his meal and shoveled food into his mouth as well. Spain sat there in confusion, still waiting for a reason to the random outburst, when the boy finally put down his fork and said, “Stop fucking staring at me, you pedophile.” Random strings of pasta came flying out at he spoke.
Christ, Spain said, putting a hand to his forehead as Italy devoured his meal in the same fashion as an animal at a barnyard. Didn’t someone teach him some manners..? Whoops it shoulda been me
This wasn’t the first time it had happened, though. Not the lack of civil behavior, the random frustrated interjection that came at times that Spain just couldn’t predict. For a while it only came when he was angry, but now Romano would mutter it when he was around, suddenly turning quiet afterwards or being unresponsive. At this point, Spain had quit trying to ask what it meant. But it still bothered him, and more importantly, it worried him. Was little Lovi sick?
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“Lovino..” Spain began, an hour after the dinner and a half hour into another one of those American movies. Spanish subtitles ran across the bottom as people and titles popped up on the screen. It had been Antonio’s choice for a movie tonight, and he had been sure to choose a romantic movie in an attempt to hit a soft note in Romano’s angry body. Sort of cheesy, but it was worth a try.
“So are you really okay?” He shuffled closer, wanting to warm up the adorable pouting nation and make him feel ten times better. If Lovino liked basking in the sun, wouldn’t he like the comfort of his body warmth? Spain got as far as a quick hug before he found out Lovino wouldn’t.
“S-Spain, you… errgh. Right at the good part, your stupid head got in the way and I couldn’t see. Agggh.” Romano sure was making a huff about nothing, as there hadn’t been kissing or sexy times in the movie at all yet. What was his problem? In the dark of the room, Spain couldn’t entirely see the emotions that danced on the Italian’s face.
He couldn’t see how red it was, either.
“Chigiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Romano breathed, sinking into the couch with an air of defeat.
Re: [Part 1] It's Meaningless
anonymous
October 17 2010, 01:15:11 UTC
So cute!!! I love how clueless your Spain is. Poor Romano. <3
Imagining the CHIGI from The Delicious Tomato Song made this absolutely perfect. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this! Thanks so much for posting.
[Part 2] It's Meaningless
anonymous
October 17 2010, 02:23:47 UTC
Spain had left that night and hopped straight into bed with just boxers on, worried for his little Italian lover. Okay, maybe not lover. But it was just a matter of time before Lovino warmed up, sí? They were already close, and Romano did get clingy sometimes, and the way he blushed heavily when Spain tried to get close to him had to mean something. And chigi.. What in the world did that mean? Was there something else going, like internal pain? Or.. what? Spain laid his head on his pillow and tried desperately to go to sleep. It took an hour before he would finally stop worrying and let his mind slip into slumber.
The next day, Spain took a break from doing nothing so that he could spend the whole day with nothing to do. It would be a nice change from his usual lack of responsibility, so he sent out a quick memo to his boss to confirm his day off. For breakfast, Spain had lovely torrijas and a cup of coffee. At 11:30, of course. The more sleep, the better. Today, there would be no stress, just movie marathons. The nations sat dat ass on the couch and turned on the TV, munching on a churro as he searched the many channels for a good movie to watch.. A romance, he preferred. When he finally landed on La princesa prometida, he sat and watched as the boobtube tried to stifle his thoughts about Romano.. or just make them worse. It wasn’t like Spain to be a worry body like Germany, anyway. Como usted desee, the boy said, obeying the fair maiden who visited everyday. Como usted desee. Como usted desee. Como usted desee. But what he really meant was.. Te amo? Spain stopped concentrating on the movie for a moment, replaying and rewrite the narrator’s words inside his head. Chigi, the Italian said, ignoring the Spainard who visited every day. Chigi, chigi, chigiiiiii. But.. What he really meant, was..
“Oh Dios mio.”
Spain was gaping at the TV, his churro slipping out of his fingers in his awestruck condition. That meant, all those times.. The other night, at the table? On the couch watching a movie? Spain remembered a day when Romano had grown into such a terrible fit of rage at Spain that it had scared North Italy's pants right back onto his body. Later, he would come with a freshly picked tomato in apology, muttering "Chigi" under his breath as he shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked at dirt.
Spain couldn't believe it. All this from Lovino? And he wasn't rushing to test this new discovery, right this very moment?
Spain was out the door in seconds, still dressed in his boxers.
[Part 3] It's Meaningless
anonymous
October 17 2010, 02:27:43 UTC
Romano was slumped deep into the upholstery of his couch, staring at the flickering TV with a miserable expression on this face, putting his head between his thighs at every commercial break of La storia fantastica.* He’d already seen this movie before, and while he would’ve usually turned the channel instead of watching some lame fucking romance again, the boy found this one to be a special exception. Whenever he heard the phrase come desideri, Romano found himself uttering, “Chigi…” in response. And every time he said it, he slid farther in his seat and wrapped the blanket around his body tighter.
He was never going to really say it, was he?
No. Romano had to prove he was a man, not some lovesick little boy who couldn’t see past what he wanted. Ugh, he was such a faggot!
Ding dong.
Romano eyes sluggishly traveled to the sight of the door, the bell ringing right at the beginning of the credits (they were in luck, too, because there was no way he was missing his favorite fucking movie). He guessed Spain was at the door by the way the knocks were coming hyperactively and impatiently, and for a second Romano’s stomach fluttered in excitement. He murdered the butterflies in him quickly, though, as he didn’t want to be caught creaming his pants over the sight of him. He found himself running to the door, however.
And what do you know; it was that fucking Spaniard with the dumbest looking grin plastered upon his face.
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anonymous
October 17 2010, 02:33:49 UTC
It took one blink for the man at the doorstep to dash into the house and wrap his strong arms around Romano’s waist with force. It sent him stumbling backwards, trying to gain proper balance with a full grown man attached to his body. “What the fuck, Antonio! What. The. Fuck!” He gasped in surprise as Antonio had stuck his head under the boy’s shirt and was nuzzling his stomach, sometimes kissing it gently. Boiling with embarrassment and frustration over the tingling sensation he felt from Spain’s affection, Romano put his hands on the man’s shoulders and tried to push him off. “Stop it, Chi-Chhhh-“ he started to mutter, and instantly the nuzzling stopped.
Spain stood up before Romano could do anything, making the frustrated nation freeze in place with his hands still placed on the older one. He flushed at this and shot his arms stiffly to his sides, barely able to look at the soft gaze in front of him.
“What did you say?” asked Spain morosely, trying hard not to
“What? N-nothing! ‘Stop it?’ ‘what the fuck?’ What could I have said to piss you off?”
Spain laughed and shook his head. “No, none of those. You were about to say it, weren’t you, Lovi?”
A sudden rush of terror and dread shone on Romano, followed by a paper thin layer of nonchalant disposition. “Pfft, what? Ch… Chigi? Doesn’t mean a thing.” He folded his arms and looked even harder at the wall, tears welling up in his eyes without his control. “Chigi..!” Romano whispered as he shut his eyes, waiting for Spain to start teasing him, any moment now.
He could only feel the man’s response, though. He felt two arms slipping around his back and dragging the boy closer to Spain’s warm, tanned skin. “Yes, Romano,” Spain spoke as he dug his hands into Romano’s tousled hair, a slight chuckle finally appearing, “That. Thank you.” A pause as the man started slowly kissing Romano’s neck and speeding up in needy desperation. “Lovino, mi amor, chigi.” Spain felt the boy twitch in surprise by the use of the word. He wanted to keep Romano calm, however, so he resumed what he had been doing. “Chigi, chigi, chigi.” Every time he said it, the kisses came closer to Romano’s face. And the whole time, Romano could only stand there in a daze, his train of thought numbed by utter satisfaction. Spain had almost reached Romano’s lips when the Italian bashed his head against the other and caused the Spainard to let go of him in shock. “Wha- Lovino, what was that for? I thought you liked this!” Spain whined, trying to reach for Romano’s hands to no avail.
“No, you piece of shit! I’m not a stupid pansy, fuck you!”
“You don’t even like that I found out what ‘chigi’ means?~” he said playfully, finally catching Romano off guard and slipping his fingers between the boy’s.
Romano was a record shade of red now, looking down at his feet and stammering as he tried to defend himself. “I told you, Antonia, it doesn’t.. hmrrff…”
The rest of the sentence was muffled from Spain’s soft lips against his. He grabbed on to the nation to avoid falling backwards, but really he didn’t want Spain to part again, the particular moment hanging in time forever before Romano could even realize Spain had stopped kissing him. The warmth still hung on his lips, and Romano desperately wanted to ask for more. For the moment, though, he couldn’t say anything as Spain’s face stood a few inches from his, waiting patiently for Romano.
“Well? ¿Me amas?”
Romano didn’t know what to say. Or rather, he didn’t know how to say it. So he spoke the words in his own little language, one that Romano could now share with the one he hoped would figure out eventually.
Lovino, after a moment of silence, grinned widely and said, “Chigi, you bastard.”
Hope you enjoy this, OP! To be honest, when I started writing this fill, I skipped right to the good stuff when Spain comes in. xD This is my first time writing anything close to smut and heheh, it’s fun. <3 I wanted to describe the movie but I’ve never seen it x-x;; Some words to know: *La storia fantastica- The name for the Princess Bride in Italy. come desideri- ‘As you wish’ in Italian.
And as a final note: Damnit, OP, I’m never going to hear that word the same way again. xD;;
Fffff that was adorable♥ I laughed a little when Spain said chigi. It's just so strange coming out of his mouth. And lol @ The Princess Bride being Romano's favorite movie XD
Seriously?! You've never seen the Princess Bride?! It's a classic, man! What are you doing hanging around the kink meme when you should be watching it? Now that I have my lovely fill, shoo. Go watch it♥~
Thanks for delivering my fix so promptly, anon. Keep on writing~
@all Thanks for enjoying my fill!! I enjoyed writing it.
@Part 1! Anon The 'chigi' from the very end of romano's hatafutte is equally as hilarious, too. CHEEGAAAAY
@Princess Bride! Anons 8UUU Okay! I must find this movie as soon as possible!! I saw a short clip with the 'as you wish' part in it and it was so cute. I need to see the rest!
@OP Thank you~ I had a free night and writing muse, so I thought, "I'll just get it done", and here we are! This was my first time writing smut, even if there wasn't too much. I now have to do more *c* I'll certainly keep writing, thank yooou!
“CHIGIIIIIII!” Romano blurted out one day at the Italian’s dinner table.
Spain looked up from delicious plate of his pasta, a strand hanging out of his mouth and his face stained with tomato sauce. A meatball was stuck to his fork, ready to be stuffed in his mouth like a little piggy. “Huh?”
Romano sat there, staring at the Spaniard with a tense face. Seconds passed before he looked back down at his meal and shoveled food into his mouth as well. Spain sat there in confusion, still waiting for a reason to the random outburst, when the boy finally put down his fork and said, “Stop fucking staring at me, you pedophile.” Random strings of pasta came flying out at he spoke.
Christ, Spain said, putting a hand to his forehead as Italy devoured his meal in the same fashion as an animal at a barnyard.
Didn’t someone teach him some manners..? Whoops it shoulda been me
This wasn’t the first time it had happened, though. Not the lack of civil behavior, the random frustrated interjection that came at times that Spain just couldn’t predict. For a while it only came when he was angry, but now Romano would mutter it when he was around, suddenly turning quiet afterwards or being unresponsive. At this point, Spain had quit trying to ask what it meant. But it still bothered him, and more importantly, it worried him. Was little Lovi sick?
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“Lovino..” Spain began, an hour after the dinner and a half hour into another one of those American movies. Spanish subtitles ran across the bottom as people and titles popped up on the screen. It had been Antonio’s choice for a movie tonight, and he had been sure to choose a romantic movie in an attempt to hit a soft note in Romano’s angry body. Sort of cheesy, but it was worth a try.
“So are you really okay?” He shuffled closer, wanting to warm up the adorable pouting nation and make him feel ten times better. If Lovino liked basking in the sun, wouldn’t he like the comfort of his body warmth?
Spain got as far as a quick hug before he found out Lovino wouldn’t.
“S-Spain, you… errgh. Right at the good part, your stupid head got in the way and I couldn’t see. Agggh.” Romano sure was making a huff about nothing, as there hadn’t been kissing or sexy times in the movie at all yet. What was his problem? In the dark of the room, Spain couldn’t entirely see the emotions that danced on the Italian’s face.
He couldn’t see how red it was, either.
“Chigiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Romano breathed, sinking into the couch with an air of defeat.
“Lovi... Stop saying that!!”
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Imagining the CHIGI from The Delicious Tomato Song made this absolutely perfect. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this! Thanks so much for posting.
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And chigi.. What in the world did that mean? Was there something else going, like internal pain? Or.. what?
Spain laid his head on his pillow and tried desperately to go to sleep. It took an hour before he would finally stop worrying and let his mind slip into slumber.
The next day, Spain took a break from doing nothing so that he could spend the whole day with nothing to do. It would be a nice change from his usual lack of responsibility, so he sent out a quick memo to his boss to confirm his day off.
For breakfast, Spain had lovely torrijas and a cup of coffee. At 11:30, of course. The more sleep, the better.
Today, there would be no stress, just movie marathons. The nations sat dat ass on the couch and turned on the TV, munching on a churro as he searched the many channels for a good movie to watch.. A romance, he preferred. When he finally landed on La princesa prometida, he sat and watched as the boobtube tried to stifle his thoughts about Romano.. or just make them worse. It wasn’t like Spain to be a worry body like Germany, anyway.
Como usted desee, the boy said, obeying the fair maiden who visited everyday. Como usted desee. Como usted desee. Como usted desee. But what he really meant was.. Te amo?
Spain stopped concentrating on the movie for a moment, replaying and rewrite the narrator’s words inside his head.
Chigi, the Italian said, ignoring the Spainard who visited every day. Chigi, chigi, chigiiiiii. But..
What he really meant, was..
“Oh Dios mio.”
Spain was gaping at the TV, his churro slipping out of his fingers in his awestruck condition. That meant, all those times.. The other night, at the table? On the couch watching a movie? Spain remembered a day when Romano had grown into such a terrible fit of rage at Spain that it had scared North Italy's pants right back onto his body. Later, he would come with a freshly picked tomato in apology, muttering "Chigi" under his breath as he shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked at dirt.
Spain couldn't believe it. All this from Lovino?
And he wasn't rushing to test this new discovery, right this very moment?
Spain was out the door in seconds, still dressed in his boxers.
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He was never going to really say it, was he?
No. Romano had to prove he was a man, not some lovesick little boy who couldn’t see past what he wanted. Ugh, he was such a faggot!
Ding dong.
Romano eyes sluggishly traveled to the sight of the door, the bell ringing right at the beginning of the credits (they were in luck, too, because there was no way he was missing his favorite fucking movie). He guessed Spain was at the door by the way the knocks were coming hyperactively and impatiently, and for a second Romano’s stomach fluttered in excitement. He murdered the butterflies in him quickly, though, as he didn’t want to be caught creaming his pants over the sight of him. He found himself running to the door, however.
And what do you know; it was that fucking Spaniard with the dumbest looking grin plastered upon his face.
Wow, what got up his pants?
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He gasped in surprise as Antonio had stuck his head under the boy’s shirt and was nuzzling his stomach, sometimes kissing it gently. Boiling with embarrassment and frustration over the tingling sensation he felt from Spain’s affection, Romano put his hands on the man’s shoulders and tried to push him off. “Stop it, Chi-Chhhh-“ he started to mutter, and instantly the nuzzling stopped.
Spain stood up before Romano could do anything, making the frustrated nation freeze in place with his hands still placed on the older one. He flushed at this and shot his arms stiffly to his sides, barely able to look at the soft gaze in front of him.
“What did you say?” asked Spain morosely, trying hard not to
“What? N-nothing! ‘Stop it?’ ‘what the fuck?’ What could I have said to piss you off?”
Spain laughed and shook his head. “No, none of those. You were about to say it, weren’t you, Lovi?”
A sudden rush of terror and dread shone on Romano, followed by a paper thin layer of nonchalant disposition. “Pfft, what? Ch… Chigi? Doesn’t mean a thing.” He folded his arms and looked even harder at the wall, tears welling up in his eyes without his control. “Chigi..!” Romano whispered as he shut his eyes, waiting for Spain to start teasing him, any moment now.
He could only feel the man’s response, though. He felt two arms slipping around his back and dragging the boy closer to Spain’s warm, tanned skin. “Yes, Romano,” Spain spoke as he dug his hands into Romano’s tousled hair, a slight chuckle finally appearing, “That. Thank you.”
A pause as the man started slowly kissing Romano’s neck and speeding up in needy desperation. “Lovino, mi amor, chigi.” Spain felt the boy twitch in surprise by the use of the word. He wanted to keep Romano calm, however, so he resumed what he had been doing. “Chigi, chigi, chigi.” Every time he said it, the kisses came closer to Romano’s face. And the whole time, Romano could only stand there in a daze, his train of thought numbed by utter satisfaction.
Spain had almost reached Romano’s lips when the Italian bashed his head against the other and caused the Spainard to let go of him in shock. “Wha- Lovino, what was that for? I thought you liked this!” Spain whined, trying to reach for Romano’s hands to no avail.
“No, you piece of shit! I’m not a stupid pansy, fuck you!”
“You don’t even like that I found out what ‘chigi’ means?~” he said playfully, finally catching Romano off guard and slipping his fingers between the boy’s.
Romano was a record shade of red now, looking down at his feet and stammering as he tried to defend himself. “I told you, Antonia, it doesn’t.. hmrrff…”
The rest of the sentence was muffled from Spain’s soft lips against his. He grabbed on to the nation to avoid falling backwards, but really he didn’t want Spain to part again, the particular moment hanging in time forever before Romano could even realize Spain had stopped kissing him. The warmth still hung on his lips, and Romano desperately wanted to ask for more. For the moment, though, he couldn’t say anything as Spain’s face stood a few inches from his, waiting patiently for Romano.
“Well? ¿Me amas?”
Romano didn’t know what to say. Or rather, he didn’t know how to say it. So he spoke the words in his own little language, one that Romano could now share with the one he hoped would figure out eventually.
Lovino, after a moment of silence, grinned widely and said, “Chigi, you bastard.”
Hope you enjoy this, OP! To be honest, when I started writing this fill, I skipped right to the good stuff when Spain comes in. xD This is my first time writing anything close to smut and heheh, it’s fun. <3
I wanted to describe the movie but I’ve never seen it x-x;;
Some words to know:
*La storia fantastica- The name for the Princess Bride in Italy.
come desideri- ‘As you wish’ in Italian.
And as a final note: Damnit, OP, I’m never going to hear that word the same way again. xD;;
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pfff I was having trouble with that sentence and whoops forgot to finish it.
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But seriously, go watch The Princess Bride. I mean... seriously. I'm worried about you, now.
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(And, seconding the above anon - you really have to see The Princess Bride! Everyone has to!)
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Seriously?! You've never seen the Princess Bride?! It's a classic, man! What are you doing hanging around the kink meme when you should be watching it? Now that I have my lovely fill, shoo. Go watch it♥~
Thanks for delivering my fix so promptly, anon. Keep on writing~
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Thanks for enjoying my fill!! I enjoyed writing it.
@Part 1! Anon
The 'chigi' from the very end of romano's hatafutte is equally as hilarious, too. CHEEGAAAAY
@Princess Bride! Anons
8UUU Okay! I must find this movie as soon as possible!! I saw a short clip with the 'as you wish' part in it and it was so cute. I need to see the rest!
@OP
Thank you~ I had a free night and writing muse, so I thought, "I'll just get it done", and here we are! This was my first time writing smut, even if there wasn't too much. I now have to do more *c* I'll certainly keep writing, thank yooou!
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