Re: Romano's Youth [2/?]
anonymous
January 6 2011, 10:20:13 UTC
Spain colored, looked away; but when he looked back, he did not find what he expected on Romano's face: the disgust that should have been there wasn't, the moral outrage. There was something else. Some kind of hesitation. Spain snapped at the opportunity. "Romano, I never would have done anything to you, I promise. And now we're together, there's no way-- I don't think about anyone else that way--" He stopped, because his lover was shaking his head slowly. His lover would no longer look at him.
"It was only me you thought of?" Romano asked, his voice uncharacteristally hushed. He glanced up, cheeks reddening. "What about my brother?"
"Italy? What about him?" Spain rubbed the back of his head, trying to figure out where this conversation was headed, so he might stop it before they reached total meltdown.
"Did you think about him?!" Romano burst out, flinging his hand in a wild, violent arc. "You always liked him better, didn't you?"
Oh. That's what the hesitation was.
"Oh, Romano, God, no!" Laughter bubbled up, inappropriately, before Spain could stop it. Pure, unadulterate relief coursed through his veins. Even though Romano was glaring at him furiously now, he couldn't stop laughing, and when he threw his arms around the younger man, he held on tight, despite all Romano's struggling. When the laughter had finally died away, and he was left choking for a breath, he pulled his lover into the house and slammed the door shut behind him, pulled him all the way up the stairs, pulled him into the bed; and by the time he had pulled Romano free from his clothes, the other man was laughing too.
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"So," Romano began, and Spain almost started to laugh again, remembering that this was the way Romano had began their conversation earlier. Instead of laughing he rolled onto his side and nuzzled Romano's temple, damp with sweat.
"So?" He trailed teasing kisses around the curve of Romano's perfect seashell ear, over his jawbone, down his long creamy neck. Sloppy kisses across his collarbone, a nip to his Adam's apple. When Romano remained silent, he pulled back and found his lover staring into space, completely oblivious to his advances. "Romano? Hellooo?"
Brown eyes blinked and focused on him. "So... you wanted to... with me... when I was... you know. A kid." Blush.
"Er." Spain cleared his throat and looked anywhere but Romano.
"Well. Say... say I could be a kid again. Would you want to... you know..."
Spain's turn to blush. He felt as though his ears were on fire. "Uh. I guess so. But I would never hurt you, Romano. I love you." He tried that last part again, with more vehemence. "I love you. I will never hurt you."
"I know," Romano agreed, bringing his arms up behind his head, staring at the cieling. Or rather, at his reflection in the mirror on the cieling. Spain buried his face in his lover's underarm. "But it might be fun. If I could be a kid again, and you could... you know."
"What?" Spain asked, but it sounded more like "MRPH?" in Romano's armpit. He raised his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you know that weird magic England does... he can turn America and Canada into kids, right?"
Uh... was Romano really saying what it seemed like he was saying? "Romano, there's no way I'm going to ask England to turn you into a kid so that I can... NO. That is NOT going to happen. Not for all the tomatoes in the world."
But it was too late. His imagination was awash with possibilities: a dazzling candyland of possibilities, the sort of possibilities he'd only pondered in the darkest recesses of his mind.
"Well, actually..." He allowed his sentence to trail off, but judging by Romano's dark little chuckle, the other man understood completely.
Re: Romano's Youth [3/?]
anonymous
January 6 2011, 10:23:35 UTC
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Getting the spell from England had been easy. All Spain had had to do was steal it.
In the end, he hadn't been able to come out with it and explain exactly why he needed to de-age Romano-- or, rather, why his "friend" had needed to de-age "someone"-- and England had told him politely to fuck right off; but this was an important matter... quite possibly the MOST important matter... and he wasn't going to let it go. It was just a matter of remembering where England's creepy underground chamber of magic was, and breaking into it (and, at the same time, breaking all manner of international laws and treaties).
But it was important. Really, REALLY important. He'd return the spellbook as soon as they were finished. Maybe. Actually, there might be some other useful stuff in there, so he should probably hold on to it for a while, check it out.
"There must be ten thousand spells in this damn book!" Romano grumbled, leafing through the pages of the oversized tome propped against his knees. He sat sideways in the easy chair in Spain's living room, feet dangling over the side. "Summon a demon... summon a bigger demon... super demon... who the fuck needs that many demons... crush uprisings... here, Spain, here's one to make your penis ten times larger." Snort, giggle. Spain made a mental note to check that one out later. "These aren't organized at all..."
He really was too adorable like that, complaining about every little thing like a child.
Just the thought of it made Spain shiver.
He was definitely going to hell.
"Found it!"
It was worth it.
"Look!" Spain leaned over Romano's shoulder, pressing a brief kiss into his soft hair, and looked at the page, yellowed and cracked with age. The ornate writing across the top declared that it was a "fpell to maketh the aged one young again"... well, that was probably what they were looking for.
"Alright, it looks simple enough. I guess I just draw these symbols and... say that chant three times and... that's it. Okay. Are you ready?"
Romano shrugged. "Sure."
"Okay then." Spain dug through the drawer of the nearest desk, looking for a bit of chalk as described in the book. Oddly enough, he had a bit. That was probably a sign that he was doing the right thing. He set to drawing the intricate set of symbols on the hardwood floor, Romano watching from the chair. If he felt trepidation, he hid it well. When he was finished Spain admired his handiwork, dusting his hands off on his pants. "Step inside, darling." Romano rolled his eyes and stood inside the ring, arms crossed. "Okay." Spain read each line of the incantation carefully, because it was gibberish to him and he didn't want to make a mistake and turn Romano into something decidedly less cute than what he was hoping for.
Once, twice, thrice, and then he fell silent, watching his friend for any sign of change. Romano gazed down at his own body, turning his hands over. "I don't think it worked, Sp--"
A sudden flash of flight blinded Spain, and he threw a hand up to shield his eyes, though the light was already gone. All that remained was a whispy cloud of smoke and-- cough, cough-- little Romano, coughing, standing in a heap of oversized clothes. The button-down shirt that had fit him so nicely earlier was now drowning him in fabric, the neck so large that it slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve. Spain swallowed.
Yes. Yes, indeed.
"You alright, Romano?" he asked, whispering for some reason.
Romano held up his hands again, now hidden in the sleeves. "It worked! ...This is so creepy!" He kicked his feet out of the pants pooled on the floor-- out of the underpands pooled there with them, Spain noticed, swallowing hard, and looked at his own little feet. "I feel fine. Weird, but okay."
"G-good." Spain nodded quickly. He turned and dashed to the closet, snatching the garment bag stored lovingly in the back. "Here, put this one," he said, unzipping the bag and thrusting the green maid's dress into Romano's arms-- his thin little arms.
Re: Romano's Youth [4a/?]
anonymous
January 6 2011, 10:24:32 UTC
Color crept up Romano's cheeks. "You really are a pervert!" he cried, looking away, but not letting go of the dress. Spain stared, unable to look away from his little body in its oversized shirt. After a moment Romano coughed. "Are you going to watch me change?!"
"Oh, sorry!" Spain looked away. A sudden idea possessed him and he made a run for the kitchen.
When he returned, it was to find a blushing little Romano, clad in the pink dress Spain so loved, had so missed (had occasionally taken out of the closet just to stroke), frilly white apron over it, big red ribbon around his neck like a little cat. His socked feet were free from shoes-- unfortunately, Spain hadn't been able to hold onto his boots all these years. No matter. He had something better.
"Now, use this." He handed the broom, just retrieved, to Romano, who scowled.
"Just WHAT do you want me to do with it?!" the boy cried, his voice high and shrill and so, so sweet, sending a shiver straight down Spain's spine.
"Just sweep!" Spain replied, laughing heartilly.
Authors comments: that's all for now, sorry xD Hopefully it's going the way you wanted so far? ^^; Sorry it's taking so long to get started >_> I'm verbose.
Re: Romano's Youth [4a/?]
anonymous
January 6 2011, 17:36:30 UTC
Mmmm! I really loved how Romano didn't follow the typical tsundere mold and he was happy and willing in his relationship with Spain. I don't think I've ever seen that before, actually. And it was just too hilarious how Spain stole England's spellbook. I started laughing like crazy when Romano was reading from the book! It was also pretty cool when you spelled "spell" with an "f" instead of an "s" like how it was written in old English. Please, hurry and update! And I don't recall seeing this fill in the fill list. Did you forget to post it there or did I just skip over it by accident?
recaptcha says "some belares". Sorry, recaptcha, Belarus doesn't belong in this story. XD
Re: Romano's Youth [4a/?]
anonymous
January 6 2011, 21:51:09 UTC
*hops on the handbasket to hell* I concur with the second reviewer here on loving how Romano was still grumpy but clearly loving towards Spain. And the hilarity of Spain stealing England's spellbook. Something like this should not be so adorable and should not have me grinning so widely, but you've done just that.
*flails* I love it I love it I love iiittt!!!! =>_<= I don't even know where to begin! I'm so happy that Romano went along with it so easily! Gah, he's really just the cutest~ And you actually had him relieved that Spain wanted him and not Veneziano! XD Oh, every word from the beginning to the end was brilliant.
I loved the little (thank God for anonymity!) when he went to the confessional because I was like, fuck, that's what we all think on the kink meme! XD And the picture of a little Romano sulking in the bath because he wants Spain to do the work of washing him is soooo cute. Though also agonizing for poor Spain ^_^;;
Spain trying to bargain with God (he resisted all that temptation!) so that Romano would never find out, and then when it became obvious that he did, cursing God's name XD GODdamn it So funny!!! And oh, I was blushing with Spain at having his shameful secret revealed. But I just loved how Romano was so easygoing about it, and then really getting into the idea of transforming himself for Spain <3
And fuck, they have a mirror on the ceiling? I want to read that...
And the whole thing with stealing the spellbook was so funny, and I was giggling like a child at Romano's here, Spain, here's one to make your penis ten times larger. Then squealing in nerdy delight when I realized you spelled "spell" as "fpell" So clever! I love you.
But nothing made me laugh harder than Spain's ultra fucked up reasoning--He found chalk, so it must be a sign that what he's doing is ok. I could not stop laughing, and I don't know why!!! XD I loved that!
Oh, and the imagery of Romano in nothing but that oversized shirt slipping off of his shoulder. Mmmmnn I'm such a pervert And the knowledge that Spain would take out that dress and stroke it was so sexy. Also, with the broom my train of thought was the exact same as Romano's XD I was like, "Fuck Spain, you perverted bastard!" Though I've read stuff like that before -_- Now I'm just going to be fantasizing about Spain fantasizing while Romano runs his little hands up and down the broom *sighs happily*
I cannot wait for more! This is brilliant, and thank you so much!
And don't even worry about misspelling 'ceiling'! The Overlords of English should change the spelling for you because this story is that awesome.
Re: Romano's Youth [4a/?]
anonymous
January 7 2011, 08:42:44 UTC
Thank God for the anonymity of the internet and the kink meme. .___.
Anon can't believe that she read this in the first place, but she's surely enjoying this ticket to Hell. Make some room down there other!Anons, teacher!Anon is coming too!
Anyway, I look forward to your next installment. <3 BTW, getting the spell from England was easy. All Spain had to do was steal it. ? Made anon LOL.
Re: Romano's Youth [4b/?]
anonymous
January 7 2011, 09:03:27 UTC
"That's almost as weird," Romano muttered, but he began sweeping nonetheless, and for a moment Spain found himself completely lost in the nostalgia of it. Except this time, it was different: this time he was free to stare, and stare he did. The skirt fluttered this way and that around Romano's knees, pink and soft. Spain's eyes were caught by the boy's little fingers on the broomstick, slipping up and down, up and down...
"Am I just going to sweep all day?" came a growl in Romano's childish voice. "I bet you didn't want to fuck at all. You just wanted me to clean your house!" There was a teasing tone in that voice. "I bet you're not even really a pedo."
"Oh, no, I most definitely am. I assure you."
Quirked eyebrow. "I don't believe you. Prove it." The boy threw one leg over the broom, so that he was straddling it. It lifted the voluminous skirt up in the front, displaying the smooth thighs, the pink lace edging the panties Spain had kept with the dress. Oh, Christ. The little hands started slipping up and down again, up, and ever-so-slowly down.
"Alright, that's it." Spain marched forward and plucked the boy up easily into his arms, letting the broom fall with a clatter. He weighed almost nothing, Romano, and smelled soft and sweet, with none of the musk he had when he was older. Just pure, sweet, innocent.
"Are we going to fuck or what?"
Well, almost pure, sweet, and innocent. He was still Romano. But after all, that's the Romano Spain had fallen for. His reply to that was to march them both straight upstairs and into the bedroom, where he dumped the boy unceremoniously onto the bed and set straight to unbuttoning his own shirt. Romano lay where he was put, his skirts spread out around him, his stocking-feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Coy look on his round face.
Re: Romano's Youth [5/?]
anonymous
January 7 2011, 09:05:47 UTC
Free of his shirt, Spain pushed Romano back onto the bed and lifted the skirts up by their hem, gazing at the frilly pink pumpkin pants, the ribbon on the left leg undone; the exposed belly button just above the top of them, the smooth strip of stomach. Before Romano could react he leaned forward and kissed that little navel, kissed all along the top of the panties. He held one silky thigh in each of his hands, marveling at their softness. Rubbing soft circles on them earned him a wimper from the boy, and he grinned up at his lover to find Romano staring into the mirror above them, his face solid crimson. What a pretty picture that must be, sweet little Romano on his back with a man worshipping him, Spain thought, and smiled to himself. He squeezed the thighs again, and trailed his kisses over the waistband of the panties, nuzzling the soft, smooth stomach. His chin bumped a hardness hidden in the puffy undergarment, and the size of it was almost enough to get him off-- just the thought of the size of it, under those sweet, sinful panties. He pressed his cheek against it and Romano mewled, stretching his short little legs. Spain ran his hand down the length of the boy's leg and found his tiny toes curled with pleasure. He kissed the smooth pink material, nuzzled it, opened his mouth over the tiny tent in the fabric and breathed hotly over it, still holding Romano's thigh in one hand and foot in the other, so that when the boy's back arced he felt the soft muscles contract and the toes curl ever further. A warm wetness filled the panties as Romano cried out.
"You came already..." Spain said in wonderment, releasing Romano's foot and brushing his hand over the moist panties. Romano propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at the mess with a look of mixed bliss, surprise, and shame. It was, all told, a rather appealing look.
"Do you think I'll only be able to do it once, in this body?" he asked, looking up at Spain.
"Only one way to find out." Spain grinned and pushed the boy back onto the bed. "You look so good like this, with cum-stained panties and that dress and that look on your face, fuck..." He raised a hand and ran it over his little lover's cheek. "So innocent."
"Oh, you want innocent?" came the reply. Romano smirked, but then rearranged his features, widening his eyes and blinking hard, jutting out his plump lower lip. "How's this, Boss Spain? Am I doing it the way you want?" He fiddled with the bow on his chest, fluttered his eyelashes nervously, and blushed. Spain's cock throbbed.
"You little slut," he chuckled, affectionately.
"Do you like it?" Romano twisted one little hand in his skirt, the picture of shyness, and looked away. Knocked his pink knees together. Spain's vision blurred at the edges; his hands were trembling as he reached for Romano's hand and placed it on his belt buckle.
"Take out my cock," he said, voice husky. Romano's blush may have been for show, or it may have been real, but either way, Spain's prick twitched at the sight. He watched the tiny fingers work his belt buckle, so sure of themselves-- because Romano had been undoing his belt for years now, after all-- and made quick work of the button and zipper. Nimbly, those fingers pulled his thong down enough that his cock sprang free, already leaking. When they touched his heated flesh for the first time he hissed through his teeth, willing himself not to throw Romano down and ruin the moment. His eyes slid closed as Romano's soft fingers brushed lightly over his rigid member, dipping into the slit and playing with the precum. Snapping his eyes open, he caught Romano just before his tongue touched the slit. "Wait, wait." They had to slow down and enjoy this. "Lay back again." As the boy laid back, pulling himself up onto the bed, skirts still bunched around his waist, Spain yanked his pants and underwear off, and then his socks, and crawled onto the bed naked. He cast a glance up at the mirror and saw himself as a total predator, stalking helpless prey, and he had never been so turned on in his life.
Re: Romano's Youth [5/?]
anonymous
January 7 2011, 09:08:10 UTC
He brushed his hands over the ruined panties again, then hooked his thumbs in the top and jerked them all the way down, eliciting a gasp and blush from Romano, who instinctively moved a hand to cover his soft, tiny cock. Spain laughed and pushed the hand away, then cupped his sex in the palm of his own hand. It immediately began to swell again and Romano hissed, throwing his head from side to side against the pillows. "Guess that answers that question," Spain said, but he wasn't sure whether Romano had even heard him. He brushed his fingertips over the stiffening cock, stroked each little ball. He licked his lips involuntarily.
"Take off your dress." It didn't come out like an order, but the boy obeyed anyway, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, untying the ribbon on his apron, and worrying at the red ribbon at his neck.
"I can't get it," he said after a moment. Was that part of the game? He was just too damn convincing, his shining dark hair falling into overly large eyes. Wetting his lips with a tiny pink tongue. So cute.
"Here, let me help," Spain fairly growled, placing his hands over Romano's and guiding them to untie the ribbon. Together they pulled it away from his neck. Spain held the boy's arms up and he left them there while the elder lifted the dress and apron over them in one smooth motion, leaving the boy naked save for the socks, skin glistening faintly in the low lamplight. His nipples, the color of coffee with cream, beckoned, and Spain took the boy's hands in his own and leaned down to kiss each little nub once, twice, a dozen times, and they hardened under his touch. He licked them, traced a line between them with his tongue, drew the left one into his mouth and suckled at it. Romano giggled as if he couldn't help himself and Spain slipped his hands up the boy's sides, tickling him mercilessly.
"Stop, stop!" Romano cried, out of breath from laughing. When he fell back against the pillows and grinned up at him Spain closed the distance and crushed their mouths together, his own so much larger, filled with such hunger. Romano accepted his sloppy kisses and returned them eagerly, slipping his little tongue into Spain's mouth and lapping at Spain's tongue until they became entwined. Spain broke the kiss first, burying his face in the skin of Romano's chest and feeling their bodies against one another for the first time, completely naked; the way their skin slipped, the way their curves and angles fit together, felt so right. He took Romano's hands in his again and kissed each before guiding them back to Romano's own body, making the boy touch himself: together they tickled his neck, together they cupped the buds on his chest, together they dipped into his navel and luxuriated in the smoothness of his narrow hips. Together they stroked his cock to full hardness and rolled his balls in their palms. Spain guided his hands back to his own dripping prick and then leaned forward, pressing his penis into Romano's. The size difference was so impressive; Romano's wasn't as big as his anyway, but like this, so tiny and precious, he could play with it forever. Romano gasped and squirmed, bucking his hips up for contact, bouncing his tiny dick into Spain's with each twist.
*Smacks face* I am burning up right now. BURNING UP! This is so fucking hot. You're hitting kinks you don't even know I have XD Everything about this was perfect!!!
I loved loved LOVED how Spain got Romano so hot and bothered he actually came in his panties *nosebleed* Fuck the only thing better than a little Romano getting sexed up by Spain is one who has all the control of a young boy and gets overexcited. Why am I so weeeird?
And I love your Romano!!! He's so cute and funny~ Such a foul-mouthed pervert, but then pretending to be all shy and innocent to turn Spain on XD And I just about died laughing at the beginning when he accused Spain of not really being a pedo. I bet you didn't want to fuck at all. You just wanted me to clean your house!. And I love how one minute he's acting all slutty, and then the next he's bright red, watching Spain all over him. Sooo perfect.
And a thousand other kinks I love... Romano trying to get his mouth on Spain's cock XD, tickling, focusing on the difference in size, rubbing their dicks together!!! You are so awesome and I love you so much. I need to take notes on how you write porn
"It was only me you thought of?" Romano asked, his voice uncharacteristally hushed. He glanced up, cheeks reddening. "What about my brother?"
"Italy? What about him?" Spain rubbed the back of his head, trying to figure out where this conversation was headed, so he might stop it before they reached total meltdown.
"Did you think about him?!" Romano burst out, flinging his hand in a wild, violent arc. "You always liked him better, didn't you?"
Oh. That's what the hesitation was.
"Oh, Romano, God, no!" Laughter bubbled up, inappropriately, before Spain could stop it. Pure, unadulterate relief coursed through his veins. Even though Romano was glaring at him furiously now, he couldn't stop laughing, and when he threw his arms around the younger man, he held on tight, despite all Romano's struggling. When the laughter had finally died away, and he was left choking for a breath, he pulled his lover into the house and slammed the door shut behind him, pulled him all the way up the stairs, pulled him into the bed; and by the time he had pulled Romano free from his clothes, the other man was laughing too.
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"So," Romano began, and Spain almost started to laugh again, remembering that this was the way Romano had began their conversation earlier. Instead of laughing he rolled onto his side and nuzzled Romano's temple, damp with sweat.
"So?" He trailed teasing kisses around the curve of Romano's perfect seashell ear, over his jawbone, down his long creamy neck. Sloppy kisses across his collarbone, a nip to his Adam's apple. When Romano remained silent, he pulled back and found his lover staring into space, completely oblivious to his advances. "Romano? Hellooo?"
Brown eyes blinked and focused on him. "So... you wanted to... with me... when I was... you know. A kid." Blush.
"Er." Spain cleared his throat and looked anywhere but Romano.
"Well. Say... say I could be a kid again. Would you want to... you know..."
Spain's turn to blush. He felt as though his ears were on fire. "Uh. I guess so. But I would never hurt you, Romano. I love you." He tried that last part again, with more vehemence. "I love you. I will never hurt you."
"I know," Romano agreed, bringing his arms up behind his head, staring at the cieling. Or rather, at his reflection in the mirror on the cieling. Spain buried his face in his lover's underarm. "But it might be fun. If I could be a kid again, and you could... you know."
"What?" Spain asked, but it sounded more like "MRPH?" in Romano's armpit. He raised his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you know that weird magic England does... he can turn America and Canada into kids, right?"
Uh... was Romano really saying what it seemed like he was saying? "Romano, there's no way I'm going to ask England to turn you into a kid so that I can... NO. That is NOT going to happen. Not for all the tomatoes in the world."
But it was too late. His imagination was awash with possibilities: a dazzling candyland of possibilities, the sort of possibilities he'd only pondered in the darkest recesses of his mind.
"Well, actually..." He allowed his sentence to trail off, but judging by Romano's dark little chuckle, the other man understood completely.
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Getting the spell from England had been easy. All Spain had had to do was steal it.
In the end, he hadn't been able to come out with it and explain exactly why he needed to de-age Romano-- or, rather, why his "friend" had needed to de-age "someone"-- and England had told him politely to fuck right off; but this was an important matter... quite possibly the MOST important matter... and he wasn't going to let it go. It was just a matter of remembering where England's creepy underground chamber of magic was, and breaking into it (and, at the same time, breaking all manner of international laws and treaties).
But it was important. Really, REALLY important. He'd return the spellbook as soon as they were finished. Maybe. Actually, there might be some other useful stuff in there, so he should probably hold on to it for a while, check it out.
"There must be ten thousand spells in this damn book!" Romano grumbled, leafing through the pages of the oversized tome propped against his knees. He sat sideways in the easy chair in Spain's living room, feet dangling over the side. "Summon a demon... summon a bigger demon... super demon... who the fuck needs that many demons... crush uprisings... here, Spain, here's one to make your penis ten times larger." Snort, giggle. Spain made a mental note to check that one out later. "These aren't organized at all..."
He really was too adorable like that, complaining about every little thing like a child.
Just the thought of it made Spain shiver.
He was definitely going to hell.
"Found it!"
It was worth it.
"Look!" Spain leaned over Romano's shoulder, pressing a brief kiss into his soft hair, and looked at the page, yellowed and cracked with age. The ornate writing across the top declared that it was a "fpell to maketh the aged one young again"... well, that was probably what they were looking for.
"Alright, it looks simple enough. I guess I just draw these symbols and... say that chant three times and... that's it. Okay. Are you ready?"
Romano shrugged. "Sure."
"Okay then." Spain dug through the drawer of the nearest desk, looking for a bit of chalk as described in the book. Oddly enough, he had a bit. That was probably a sign that he was doing the right thing. He set to drawing the intricate set of symbols on the hardwood floor, Romano watching from the chair. If he felt trepidation, he hid it well. When he was finished Spain admired his handiwork, dusting his hands off on his pants. "Step inside, darling." Romano rolled his eyes and stood inside the ring, arms crossed. "Okay." Spain read each line of the incantation carefully, because it was gibberish to him and he didn't want to make a mistake and turn Romano into something decidedly less cute than what he was hoping for.
Once, twice, thrice, and then he fell silent, watching his friend for any sign of change. Romano gazed down at his own body, turning his hands over. "I don't think it worked, Sp--"
A sudden flash of flight blinded Spain, and he threw a hand up to shield his eyes, though the light was already gone. All that remained was a whispy cloud of smoke and-- cough, cough-- little Romano, coughing, standing in a heap of oversized clothes. The button-down shirt that had fit him so nicely earlier was now drowning him in fabric, the neck so large that it slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve. Spain swallowed.
Yes. Yes, indeed.
"You alright, Romano?" he asked, whispering for some reason.
Romano held up his hands again, now hidden in the sleeves. "It worked! ...This is so creepy!" He kicked his feet out of the pants pooled on the floor-- out of the underpands pooled there with them, Spain noticed, swallowing hard, and looked at his own little feet. "I feel fine. Weird, but okay."
"G-good." Spain nodded quickly. He turned and dashed to the closet, snatching the garment bag stored lovingly in the back. "Here, put this one," he said, unzipping the bag and thrusting the green maid's dress into Romano's arms-- his thin little arms.
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"Oh, sorry!" Spain looked away. A sudden idea possessed him and he made a run for the kitchen.
When he returned, it was to find a blushing little Romano, clad in the pink dress Spain so loved, had so missed (had occasionally taken out of the closet just to stroke), frilly white apron over it, big red ribbon around his neck like a little cat. His socked feet were free from shoes-- unfortunately, Spain hadn't been able to hold onto his boots all these years. No matter. He had something better.
"Now, use this." He handed the broom, just retrieved, to Romano, who scowled.
"Just WHAT do you want me to do with it?!" the boy cried, his voice high and shrill and so, so sweet, sending a shiver straight down Spain's spine.
"Just sweep!" Spain replied, laughing heartilly.
Authors comments: that's all for now, sorry xD Hopefully it's going the way you wanted so far? ^^; Sorry it's taking so long to get started >_> I'm verbose.
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recaptcha says "some belares". Sorry, recaptcha, Belarus doesn't belong in this story. XD
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Captcha says "probably nativity". It probably is, Captcha. It probably is.
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On to the hot shota smut, please?
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I loved the little (thank God for anonymity!) when he went to the confessional because I was like, fuck, that's what we all think on the kink meme! XD And the picture of a little Romano sulking in the bath because he wants Spain to do the work of washing him is soooo cute. Though also agonizing for poor Spain ^_^;;
Spain trying to bargain with God (he resisted all that temptation!) so that Romano would never find out, and then when it became obvious that he did, cursing God's name XD GODdamn it So funny!!! And oh, I was blushing with Spain at having his shameful secret revealed. But I just loved how Romano was so easygoing about it, and then really getting into the idea of transforming himself for Spain <3
And fuck, they have a mirror on the ceiling? I want to read that...
And the whole thing with stealing the spellbook was so funny, and I was giggling like a child at Romano's here, Spain, here's one to make your penis ten times larger. Then squealing in nerdy delight when I realized you spelled "spell" as "fpell" So clever! I love you.
But nothing made me laugh harder than Spain's ultra fucked up reasoning--He found chalk, so it must be a sign that what he's doing is ok. I could not stop laughing, and I don't know why!!! XD I loved that!
Oh, and the imagery of Romano in nothing but that oversized shirt slipping off of his shoulder. Mmmmnn I'm such a pervert And the knowledge that Spain would take out that dress and stroke it was so sexy. Also, with the broom my train of thought was the exact same as Romano's XD I was like, "Fuck Spain, you perverted bastard!" Though I've read stuff like that before -_- Now I'm just going to be fantasizing about Spain fantasizing while Romano runs his little hands up and down the broom *sighs happily*
I cannot wait for more! This is brilliant, and thank you so much!
And don't even worry about misspelling 'ceiling'! The Overlords of English should change the spelling for you because this story is that awesome.
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...and yeah, the anonymity comment was totally about us ^///^ Thank god indeed!
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Anon can't believe that she read this in the first place, but she's surely enjoying this ticket to Hell. Make some room down there other!Anons, teacher!Anon is coming too!
Anyway, I look forward to your next installment. <3 BTW, getting the spell from England was easy. All Spain had to do was steal it. ? Made anon LOL.
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"Am I just going to sweep all day?" came a growl in Romano's childish voice. "I bet you didn't want to fuck at all. You just wanted me to clean your house!" There was a teasing tone in that voice. "I bet you're not even really a pedo."
"Oh, no, I most definitely am. I assure you."
Quirked eyebrow. "I don't believe you. Prove it." The boy threw one leg over the broom, so that he was straddling it. It lifted the voluminous skirt up in the front, displaying the smooth thighs, the pink lace edging the panties Spain had kept with the dress. Oh, Christ. The little hands started slipping up and down again, up, and ever-so-slowly down.
"Alright, that's it." Spain marched forward and plucked the boy up easily into his arms, letting the broom fall with a clatter. He weighed almost nothing, Romano, and smelled soft and sweet, with none of the musk he had when he was older. Just pure, sweet, innocent.
"Are we going to fuck or what?"
Well, almost pure, sweet, and innocent. He was still Romano. But after all, that's the Romano Spain had fallen for. His reply to that was to march them both straight upstairs and into the bedroom, where he dumped the boy unceremoniously onto the bed and set straight to unbuttoning his own shirt. Romano lay where he was put, his skirts spread out around him, his stocking-feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Coy look on his round face.
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"You came already..." Spain said in wonderment, releasing Romano's foot and brushing his hand over the moist panties. Romano propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at the mess with a look of mixed bliss, surprise, and shame. It was, all told, a rather appealing look.
"Do you think I'll only be able to do it once, in this body?" he asked, looking up at Spain.
"Only one way to find out." Spain grinned and pushed the boy back onto the bed. "You look so good like this, with cum-stained panties and that dress and that look on your face, fuck..." He raised a hand and ran it over his little lover's cheek. "So innocent."
"Oh, you want innocent?" came the reply. Romano smirked, but then rearranged his features, widening his eyes and blinking hard, jutting out his plump lower lip. "How's this, Boss Spain? Am I doing it the way you want?" He fiddled with the bow on his chest, fluttered his eyelashes nervously, and blushed. Spain's cock throbbed.
"You little slut," he chuckled, affectionately.
"Do you like it?" Romano twisted one little hand in his skirt, the picture of shyness, and looked away. Knocked his pink knees together. Spain's vision blurred at the edges; his hands were trembling as he reached for Romano's hand and placed it on his belt buckle.
"Take out my cock," he said, voice husky. Romano's blush may have been for show, or it may have been real, but either way, Spain's prick twitched at the sight. He watched the tiny fingers work his belt buckle, so sure of themselves-- because Romano had been undoing his belt for years now, after all-- and made quick work of the button and zipper. Nimbly, those fingers pulled his thong down enough that his cock sprang free, already leaking. When they touched his heated flesh for the first time he hissed through his teeth, willing himself not to throw Romano down and ruin the moment. His eyes slid closed as Romano's soft fingers brushed lightly over his rigid member, dipping into the slit and playing with the precum. Snapping his eyes open, he caught Romano just before his tongue touched the slit. "Wait, wait." They had to slow down and enjoy this. "Lay back again." As the boy laid back, pulling himself up onto the bed, skirts still bunched around his waist, Spain yanked his pants and underwear off, and then his socks, and crawled onto the bed naked. He cast a glance up at the mirror and saw himself as a total predator, stalking helpless prey, and he had never been so turned on in his life.
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"Take off your dress." It didn't come out like an order, but the boy obeyed anyway, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, untying the ribbon on his apron, and worrying at the red ribbon at his neck.
"I can't get it," he said after a moment. Was that part of the game? He was just too damn convincing, his shining dark hair falling into overly large eyes. Wetting his lips with a tiny pink tongue. So cute.
"Here, let me help," Spain fairly growled, placing his hands over Romano's and guiding them to untie the ribbon. Together they pulled it away from his neck. Spain held the boy's arms up and he left them there while the elder lifted the dress and apron over them in one smooth motion, leaving the boy naked save for the socks, skin glistening faintly in the low lamplight. His nipples, the color of coffee with cream, beckoned, and Spain took the boy's hands in his own and leaned down to kiss each little nub once, twice, a dozen times, and they hardened under his touch. He licked them, traced a line between them with his tongue, drew the left one into his mouth and suckled at it. Romano giggled as if he couldn't help himself and Spain slipped his hands up the boy's sides, tickling him mercilessly.
"Stop, stop!" Romano cried, out of breath from laughing. When he fell back against the pillows and grinned up at him Spain closed the distance and crushed their mouths together, his own so much larger, filled with such hunger. Romano accepted his sloppy kisses and returned them eagerly, slipping his little tongue into Spain's mouth and lapping at Spain's tongue until they became entwined. Spain broke the kiss first, burying his face in the skin of Romano's chest and feeling their bodies against one another for the first time, completely naked; the way their skin slipped, the way their curves and angles fit together, felt so right. He took Romano's hands in his again and kissed each before guiding them back to Romano's own body, making the boy touch himself: together they tickled his neck, together they cupped the buds on his chest, together they dipped into his navel and luxuriated in the smoothness of his narrow hips. Together they stroked his cock to full hardness and rolled his balls in their palms. Spain guided his hands back to his own dripping prick and then leaned forward, pressing his penis into Romano's. The size difference was so impressive; Romano's wasn't as big as his anyway, but like this, so tiny and precious, he could play with it forever. Romano gasped and squirmed, bucking his hips up for contact, bouncing his tiny dick into Spain's with each twist.
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AuthorAnon
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*Smacks face* I am burning up right now. BURNING UP! This is so fucking hot. You're hitting kinks you don't even know I have XD Everything about this was perfect!!!
I loved loved LOVED how Spain got Romano so hot and bothered he actually came in his panties *nosebleed* Fuck the only thing better than a little Romano getting sexed up by Spain is one who has all the control of a young boy and gets overexcited. Why am I so weeeird?
And I love your Romano!!! He's so cute and funny~ Such a foul-mouthed pervert, but then pretending to be all shy and innocent to turn Spain on XD And I just about died laughing at the beginning when he accused Spain of not really being a pedo. I bet you didn't want to fuck at all. You just wanted me to clean your house!. And I love how one minute he's acting all slutty, and then the next he's bright red, watching Spain all over him. Sooo perfect.
And a thousand other kinks I love... Romano trying to get his mouth on Spain's cock XD, tickling, focusing on the difference in size, rubbing their dicks together!!! You are so awesome and I love you so much. I need to take notes on how you write porn
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