in which Spain has naughty dreams about his boyfriend, and little else happens [2/2]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 22:02:39 UTC
It was three weeks of painfully arousing dreams later (and three weeks of discovering just how many ways to double-team existed) that Spain finally mustered the courage to tell the Italian.
"Romano, we have to talk."
Said boy looked up from the magazine he was flipping through, green eyes hidden behind damnably cute reading glasses. "What now, face-ache?"
Spain sighed, setting down the mug of coffee he held and staring at the smaller man. "It's...about us."
The fear that slashed across Romano's face sent pangs of guilt through Spain. "No, no! It's not a bad thing! It's just -"
"Just what, pray tell?" hissed Romano, fingers tightening around his magazine.
The Spaniard gulped. "Er...I've been having...ergh...dreams..."
The deadpan look on Romano's face was so hilariously out of place in such an awkward situation that Spain might have laughed. Well, if it wouldn't have gotten him killed. "Dreams."
Spain nodded.
"And are these dreams telling you to dump me, might I ask?" Romano's voice was dangerous.
Blinking in shock, Spain shook his head frantically. "Dump you?! No way! Are you crazy??"
Romano relaxed, ever so slightly. "Then what?"
Oh, god. This is it.
"Um...I've been dreaming about...about...yougettingfuckedbyFranceandPrussiawhileIwatch."
Romano squinted and leaned over the table to hear better. "Come again? I couldn't make out a single word of that."
"YOU. GETTING FUCKED. BY FRANCE AND PRUSSIA. WHILE I WATCH."
Whew. Now that it was all out, he felt so much better! But really, really embarrassed for telling Romano...
...and, judging by how red the Italian was, Romano felt just as embarrassed for hearing it.
The smaller man fidgeted slightly before biting his lip and staring intently into his coffee.
"Er...well...actually...I've been...having the same dreams." He pursed his lips, and then added, "With you watching while they fucked me..."
Both men looked away from each other sheepishly.
Spain cleared his throat. "Well...ahem. Maybe we should call them over..."
Romano replied by throwing his magazine at the Spaniard's head.
---
Imagine Spain's surprise when he came home one day, weeks later, and saw Romano sandwiched between France and Prussia in lacy black lingerie with an expectant scowl on his face. "Oh, stop gaping like a fish and get over here so I can suck your damn cock."
Spain was quite sure he'd never moved so quickly in his life.
FFFFT I HAD TO STOP WRITING SO I COULD LAUGH AT THE LAST BIT THERE. xDDDDDDDDDD;;;;;
Re: in which Spain has naughty dreams about his boyfriend, and little else happens [2/2]
anonymous
November 24 2010, 22:25:07 UTC
It took me a couple reads to realize you meant "Romano (sandwiched between France and Prussia) in lacy black lingerie with an expectant scowl on his face.
Because I totally thought you meant
Romano (sandwiched between France and Prussia in lacy black lingerie) with an expectant scowl on his face.
... Prussia actually would look pretty good in lacy black lingerie... *muses*
Hahaha, I am laughing so hard at this XD It was deliciously sexy at the same time as being funny... Now as for last little bit, you are now required to write a sequel. I mean it. I will find you if you don't XD
Re: in which Spain has naughty dreams about his boyfriend, and little else happens [2/2]
anonymous
November 25 2010, 03:45:34 UTC
*_* I want... that last part... And I loved how Romano just took advantage of Spain and sucked his cock while he was sleeping XD You need to write a sex scene with those four and lacy black lingerie!!! <3
It was three weeks of painfully arousing dreams later (and three weeks of discovering just how many ways to double-team existed) that Spain finally mustered the courage to tell the Italian.
"Romano, we have to talk."
Said boy looked up from the magazine he was flipping through, green eyes hidden behind damnably cute reading glasses. "What now, face-ache?"
Spain sighed, setting down the mug of coffee he held and staring at the smaller man. "It's...about us."
The fear that slashed across Romano's face sent pangs of guilt through Spain. "No, no! It's not a bad thing! It's just -"
"Just what, pray tell?" hissed Romano, fingers tightening around his magazine.
The Spaniard gulped. "Er...I've been having...ergh...dreams..."
The deadpan look on Romano's face was so hilariously out of place in such an awkward situation that Spain might have laughed. Well, if it wouldn't have gotten him killed. "Dreams."
Spain nodded.
"And are these dreams telling you to dump me, might I ask?" Romano's voice was dangerous.
Blinking in shock, Spain shook his head frantically. "Dump you?! No way! Are you crazy??"
Romano relaxed, ever so slightly. "Then what?"
Oh, god. This is it.
"Um...I've been dreaming about...about...yougettingfuckedbyFranceandPrussiawhileIwatch."
Romano squinted and leaned over the table to hear better. "Come again? I couldn't make out a single word of that."
"Y-you...gettingfuckedbyFranceandPrussiawhileIwatch."
"What? I swear to god, if you don't slow down -"
"YOU. GETTING FUCKED. BY FRANCE AND PRUSSIA. WHILE I WATCH."
Whew. Now that it was all out, he felt so much better! But really, really embarrassed for telling Romano...
...and, judging by how red the Italian was, Romano felt just as embarrassed for hearing it.
The smaller man fidgeted slightly before biting his lip and staring intently into his coffee.
"Er...well...actually...I've been...having the same dreams." He pursed his lips, and then added, "With you watching while they fucked me..."
Both men looked away from each other sheepishly.
Spain cleared his throat. "Well...ahem. Maybe we should call them over..."
Romano replied by throwing his magazine at the Spaniard's head.
---
Imagine Spain's surprise when he came home one day, weeks later, and saw Romano sandwiched between France and Prussia in lacy black lingerie with an expectant scowl on his face. "Oh, stop gaping like a fish and get over here so I can suck your damn cock."
Spain was quite sure he'd never moved so quickly in his life.
FFFFT I HAD TO STOP WRITING SO I COULD LAUGH AT THE LAST BIT THERE. xDDDDDDDDDD;;;;;
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Because I totally thought you meant
Romano (sandwiched between France and Prussia in lacy black lingerie) with an expectant scowl on his face.
... Prussia actually would look pretty good in lacy black lingerie... *muses*
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but yes, he would. ;)
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Good fic, anon, and I third or fourth or whatever number I am now the idea of a sequel ;D
slghsker I will even write it myself if I have to no I won't I want to though loooool *shot*
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MOAR BAD TOUCH x ROMANO IS NEEDED!!
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