Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 9/?
anonymous
August 1 2011, 03:52:36 UTC
OK! Here we go, final update! Smut and romance ahoy, mateys!
Unaware of the imminent danger he was current facing, Spain was tearing through the deepest, darkest parts of his cellar like a man on fire; a jealous rage fueling his every movement, blood pumping through his veins in a way that he hadn't felt since his unholy days as a conquistador. After what he'd seen, only moments ago, hidden in the shadows of his hallway, there was only one thing that he needed to make this right: his long abandoned but never forgotten ax.
Not wanting to leave his precious Romano in the greedy, vile clutches of his pirate doppelganger for any longer than absolutely necessary, Spain tossed aside boxes of cluttered junk like they weighed no more than a feather, gritting his teeth to stop from flinching at the feel of spiderwebs on his skin. His mind was wracked with images of Romano being kissed within an inch of his life by a man who was him but was not; ashamed and infuriated by his body's unbidden and unwelcome arousal at the sight of Romano flushed and fluttering with need, surrendering and seemingly pleading in the way Spain had imagined so often late at night, drunk and desiring.
As he kicked a useless heap of old clothing and bedding out of his way, Spain cursed colorfully enough to impress even his fouled mouthed would be lover, remembering how he had stood frozen in the doorway of Romano's room, cock going as hard as his envious anger, unable to tear his gaze away. He would have slunk off, racked with guilt and jealousy, leaving Romano to his chosen pleasures (if HE couldn't have him, at least some part of him, no matter how distant and different could, he tried to rationalize desperately), until he heard Romano's breathy and broken sigh of his name.
“Spain,” Romano had moaned.
How he'd longed to hear that tone in Romano's voice, lusty and longing for him and him alone...and here was some bastard usurper from his past daring to hear Romano's bedroom voice, daring to put his lips on Romano's...touching what wasn't his!
Something in Spain snapped, the echo of his name in Romano's honeyed voice awakening a long dormant demon in his chest. And now he was here, ripping his home apart in search of the tool that would be the demise of any man who dared to come near that which he had claimed for himself, even if that man was a piece of him.
There was room for only one Spain in the battle for Romano's love and Spain was determined to emerge victorious.
“Ah-ha!” Spain shouted, tossing aside yet another box of old letters from France, eyes going wild and slightly manic as they lit upon the dull gleam of a metal blade glinting in the corner. He scrambled over broken pots and discarded pans, feeling a sense of calm rage settle in his mind as his hand gripped the once familiar handle.
Spain smiled, slow and deadly enough to rival the other-Spain who was currently prowling his rooms and halls in search of him.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 10/?
anonymous
August 1 2011, 03:56:10 UTC
Meanwhile, back upstairs, an irate Italian with one hand tied above his head was hissing into the phone with as much venom as he could muster while also trying to be quiet enough not to rouse the attention of the randy pirate wandering the halls.
“England, you stupid drunk fuck! Are you listening to me?” Romano growled, keeping one eye on the door as he attempted to get something intelligible out of England.
“Shut the fuck up! I don't give a rat's ass what that French douche said about your goddamned hat! Listen, you shit, Pirate-Spain is here, threatening to kill the other Spain so he can fucking plunder my depths!” Romano seethed, twisting futilely against Pirate-Spain's expert bonds.
He stopped squirming as his heart skipped when he managed to decipher England's slurred response, “What do you mean the Pirate is equally fond of me? Who the fuck else is fond of me?”
Romano held the phone away from his ear, irritated by England's smug, hiccuping laughter. Under any other circumstances, he would have pressed the lush for more information, but as it stood, he could hear the ominous sounds of Pirate-Spain's leather boots making their way back down the hall.
Hurriedly, Romano demanded, “For fuck's sake, England, tell me how to get rid of this asshole!”
His desperation must have penetrated England's fog of whiskey and beer as the idiot told him the remedy to all his problems. Romano's heart lightened, all he needed to do was get both Spanish morons in one room together and keep them from killing each or ravaging him for at least two minutes.
“This better fucking work, England! If it doesn't, I am sending the Pirate after you next!” He hissed threateningly, just as said Pirate came striding back into the bedroom, smirking at him as he raked his eyes over Romano's prostrate form.
Ok, Romano thought, trying to calm his fraying nerves and ignore the evil little voice in the back of his head that kept wanting to sit up and beg for attention from this oh-so-seductive Spain, I just have to keep it together long enough for Spain to come rescue us both. I just have to wait. Spain always comes for me.
Pirate-Spain sauntered over to the bed, running his fingers up Romano's legs as he crept closer, speaking softly, “And who are you sending me after, my little captive?”
Romano tried to keep his body from twitching in response to the bastard Pirate's subtle touches, willing his eyes not to look down a the hand that was coming ever closer to his still tented crotch, “Um...that fucker England. You hate him, right?”
Pirate-Spain frowned with distaste, pulling his hand away, much to Romano's relief as he spat out, “I would happily tear that bastard to pieces, set his empire aflame.”
Terrified by the bloodthirsty look in Pirate-Spain's eyes, Romano flinched away, causing the other man to smile down coldly at him, petting his hair as he spoke soothingly, “Yes, yes, you can send me after England, but first, I am coming for you,” he paused tightening his grip on Romano's hair almost painfully as he purred, “my foul tempered little prize.
Romano started to panic, wondering exactly what the fuck was keeping his Spain, despairing that perhaps he'd fallen victim to Pirate-Spain's sword. He watched with wide, unblinking eyes while the Pirate stood from the bed, stripping off his billowing white shirt and pulling his hair out of the leather tie, standing proud and shameless in his half nudity. This left Romano to consider the fact that regardless of how scary this motherfucker was he was so hot that a tiny, infinitesimal part of him (like his hard cock) regretted that his fucking love for the other Spain was going to deprive him of the opportunity to put his hands all over the body in front of him. He was going to kill England. Slowly.
Romano swallowed hard and tried to shuffle towards the safety of the headboard as Pirate-Spain moved onto the bed, crawling up his body, lithe like some jungle predator, cold, hard eyes promising pleasure without mercy. He could feel the heat of the man's skin on his own, trying in vain to push him back with his one free hand, closing his eyes and turning his face away. He took one last deep breath and prayed for Spain.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 11/?
anonymous
August 1 2011, 03:58:35 UTC
And not a moment too soon, as uncannily attuned to Romano's whims as ever, Spain came crashing into the room, eyes blazing, splitting the wooden floor boards with a might swing of his ax, the voice of Romano's salvation as he yelled, “YOU! I mean me! OTHER-ME! Get the hell away from Romano, right now!”
Pirate-Spain leaped from the bed, giving Romano his first unfettered look at his Spain, standing in the doorway, practically vibrating with energy and rage, alight with passion and fury as he glared daggers at his smirking twin.
Spain was fucking hot! Romano thought as Spain finally turned to look at him, his gaze immediately softening, even as his entire body stayed taut and on edge.
Spain smiled a little sadly at him, speaking quietly, “I am sorry, Romano, if this upsets you. I know you might love this other-me, but I can't stand by and let it happen.”
Romano's mind broke a little, blindsided by how incredibly wrong Spain managed to get his feelings. He was about to inform the man of his rampant stupidity only to be interrupted by Pirate-Spain's annoying, mocking, laughter.
“And just what are you planning to do, pathetic and weak-willed as you are?” Pirate-Spain taunted, moving closer to Spain with arrogant confidence.
Romano winced fearfully, hoping that his Spain had some trick up his sleeve, needing a little more time before he could enact England's reversal plan.
Spain looked at him for a long moment, eyes unreadable, before he turned to face his counterpart, one hand on the handle of his ax and the other clenched into a fist.
“I will fight you, even you are me, until one of us is gone....because there can only be one Spain for Romano. And that Spain is going to be me!” Spain declared boldy, leaving Romano gaping in shock and flooding with pleasure.
For two long moments Romano absently watched the two Spains grapple and wrestle, mind still reeling from the revelation that Spain was fighting for him, fighting to be with him. It was even more incredible that the vision of two Spains, one barely dressed, rolling on the floor. The sound of a fist hitting a face snapped him out of his stupor, reminding him of what he needed to do.
“Stop! Fucking stop!” Romano shouted, gratified when two rumpled heads popped up over the foot of the bed, looking at him impatiently.
“Stand the fuck up, both of you!” He commanded, waiting until they had scrambled to their feet, before taking a deep breath and continuing, “Look, Pirate-Spain, you don't belong here. The other you was right, I've only got patience enough for one idiot-Spain in my life, and its that right there.”
He pointed at his Spain for emphasis, flushing under the intensity of Spain's happy, wondering regard, “So, much as it pains to me to say something so fucking stupid, I'll do it so you can go back to whatever goddamned dimension that shit England pulled you from.” He rolled his eyes and ground his teeth together as he spoke the magic words, “I don't like your fucking pirate hat!”
Pirate-Spain yelled in outrage, lunging for Romano, only to have his eyes widen in fear and shock as his body started to fade away, disappearing entirely in a matter of moments, leaving only an abandoned frilly shirt and hair tie behind.
“Jesus fuck, I can't believe that actually worked,” Romano said, voice tinged with disbelief and awe, still looking at the spot where Pirate-Spain had been.
He turned to find the remaining Spain, only to find the man barreling towards him, eyes hot and face determined as Spain climbed across the bed, taking Romano's jaw in his hand and kissing him with such rough, unmeasured passion that Romano thought he'd never recover from it. Spain was kissing him a fervor to match the other-Spain, but his hands were gentle and shaking as they cradled his face and Romano could finally feel it-that spark of worry and lust and love that had been missing form the Pirate's calculating embrace. When neither man could go without breath any longer, Spain broke away, panting as he rested his forehead on Romano's.
Romano reached out his free hand to stroke Spain's hair, murmuring into his ear, “You fucker. All these years and you never said anything to me.”
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 12/13
anonymous
August 1 2011, 04:01:06 UTC
Spain smiled a little, running his thumb across Romano's slightly swollen bottom lip, “I was afraid you would leave me if I did.”
Romano pinched him gently, rolling his eyes as he replied, “Idiot. You are a fucking idiot.”
Spain kissed him lightly, once, twice, whispering against his lips, “I think we both are.”
He gasped and moaned a little as Spain settled between his legs, reminding Romano of just how long he had been this turned-on.
Eager and wanting, he nipped at Spain's neck, demanding, “Well, fucking tell me now, so you can have me already.”
Spain jerked against him, letting Romano feel his own arousal, before tilting Romano's head up to meet his serious eyes as he spoke, voice happy and determined, “I want you. I love you.”
Romano stilled, smiling at Spain as his heart soared, “So what are you going to do about it?”
Spain's grin turned wicked as his moved one hand to release Romano from his bonds, murmuring , “Anything you want, love.”
Romano's blood ran hot at the thought of all he and Spain could do, arching his hips up to meet Spain's, running his tongue along the shell of Spain's ear, making him tremble and moan as he teased, “Next time you can leave the ropes on.”
“My God,” Spain sighed before kissing Romano, who responded eagerly, delighting in being able to run both of his hands up and down the flexing muscles of Spain's biceps, pulling impatiently at the material of his shirt, wanting to feel Spain's naked chest against his own.
Spain obliged, sitting up and flinging the offending garment away, before looking down at Romano's long neglected cock and winking lasciviously at Romano. He settled back on his heels, keeping his gaze firmly on Romano's face, feeling his arousal flare with the electricity of their connection as he raked his nails down Romano's chest, unceremoniously pulling Romano's pants down, leaving him totally exposed.
“Fuck, fuck,” Romano cursed hotly, tangling his hand in Spain's messy hair when Spain lowered his head to run his mouth along the sharp ridges of his hip bones, a deliciously unkind tease. He watched, eyes growing heavy with lust, as Spain sucked an impressive mark into the juncture where leg met torso.
Spain peered up at him, green eyes blazing as he took Romano's cock in hand, stroking downwards firmly, continuing to run his tongue along Romano's hips, making him shake with need.
When he managed to pant out, “Bastard,” it sounded more like a whine than a curse and Spain finally took pity on him, ending the tease as he parted his lips and took the tip of Romano's cock into his mouth, humming in apparent satisfaction.
Romano moaned and thrashed, fingers pulling at Spain's hair as his lips and tongue slid down his cock, his fingers tracing soft little circles on his thighs. Romano knew he wasn't going to last long, having been on the edge of desire for far too long, nearly helpless with the need to come under Spain's unrelenting gaze, the feel of Spain's insistent mouth around him driving him insane.
When Spain winked at him and then swallowed him deep, Romano gave up on trying to hold back, shouting and shaking as he finally, finally, came long and hard in Spain's warm mouth. He panted and gasped, throwing one arm over his eyes as he mumbled “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over.
When he'd regained enough of his faculties to open his eyes, Romano found a naked Spain straddling his chest, his attention immediately drawn to his hard cock. Spain was touching him all over, pressing wild kisses to his cheeks and neck and lips, stopping only to whisper hot and wet and dirty in his ear, “Can I come on you?”
“Fuck, yes, do it,” Romano breathed out before kissing Spain fiercely, tongue catching traces of his taste in Spain's mouth, moaning deeply.
Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 1 2011, 04:03:09 UTC
Spain pulled back sharply, taking Romano's hand in his and placing them both on his cock, making Romano's heart skip a beat with the wanton arching of his back. Spain looked at him through hooded eyes as they stroked him off together; Spain's movements going erratic when Romano sucked the fingers of Spain's other hand into his mouth, biting down on the tender skin of his thumb, keeping his gaze locked on Spain's flushing face.
Spain was breathing hard and fast, looking at him with urgency. Romano pulled the fingers from his mouth, gripping Spain's quivering thigh and commanding softly, “Come for me, Spain.”
Spain's eyes went wide and round, mouth falling open as he sighed deeply, shuddering once and coming hotly over Romano's chest and neck, leaning down to kiss him messily as he shook through his orgasm.
Spent, Spain flopped down next to Romano, sighing happily as he slung an arm around Romano's waist, holding him close. Romano took great, heaving breaths, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened while also trying to stave off the satiated desire for sleep.
His eyes fell on Pirate-Spain's abandoned clothes and unable to help it, he snorted in begrudging amusement, causing Spain to cease peppering his skin with little kisses and ask, “What is it?”
Romano let his fingers tangle lazily in Spain's hair, sighing, “I was just wondering whether we should fucking kill England or send him a goddamned thank you card.”
Spain laughed, holding Romano closer, “Why don't we do both?”
Surprised, Romano laughed in return, pressing into Spain's embrace, murmuring, “I knew I fucking love you for a reason.”
~End
that was fun! woo! hope you enjoyed and thank you thank you to everyone who read and commented! xoxo
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 1 2011, 05:02:23 UTC
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That was awesome! I love the way you wrote Romano's and Spain's characters, and I love the distinction between Pirate Spain and regular Spain. Romano's thoughts and feelings for his 'right' Spain were so adorable, and the way you described them made me really sympathize with his situation (even though I was totally excited because of the, erm, kinky part of this prompt XD).
You really do portray the characters well. The situation that caused the whole 'two Spain's' thing as well as the way it ended matches the cracky hilarity that is Hetalia, and the way everyone reacted (drunk!England, annoyed!Romano, dense!Spain) was perfect. I love that Spain wasn't a complete idiot and that he did fight for Romano, and I love that while Romano was himself--he didn't curse too much and he was the right mix of weak and skilled at escape. Pirate Spain was so fun to read, despite the fact that he was totally creepy and everything. XD
The end was awesome, from how easy it was to get rid of the Pirate Spain to how Romano and Spain acted together. It wasn't a clearcut declaration of feelings, and yet it was. (Smutty not-sex? I don't know how to describe it, but it was great. The touching and the dialogue and the umfff, I don't know. Keep writing! It was awesomeeeeee. . .) The way you wrote it came naturally, and it flowed really well with the characters. Reading fics is infinitely more fun when the characters are in-character and the writing style is smooth and fun and the plot is great (the fact that you gave this prompt a plot and subplot was lakdjflajd), and this was a great fill.
Sorry if this is a very jumbled comment to your lovely fill. I'm not good with words normally, and this fill just made me so happy. I love reading Spamano like this, and I'm so excited (and I hope you're proud) to see that there are still wonderful fics out there and this is part of the fandom. ;)
I hope you write more; you're really good and this was a great way to kick off my late-night fanfic-reading ways. ^^
A!A Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 1 2011, 05:16:58 UTC
XD! What a wonderful and happy making comment, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to leave such thoughtful (and kind!) feedback! This prompt was tons of fun--I have become addicted to writing Spamano as of late (though this is only the second fill I've done off my journal and on the meme), so it is so so so great to know that what is making me happy is entertaining others as well!
Thanks--and enjoy the late night reading ;) Hopefully you can some smutty sex-sex ;)
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 1 2011, 05:14:16 UTC
Soooo much love for this fill! And I must tell you, I laughed so hard I was wiping away tears at how Romano had to get rid of Pirate!Spain. Bravo! XD
I also love that there was no penetration. Sounds silly, but the lack made me stupidly happy ^^;; Your writing is wonderful (and feels vaguely familiar) and this story was very well done. Thank you Author!Anon!
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 9 2011, 05:23:24 UTC
Thank you very much! :)
Well, since I de-anoned on my journal, I assume it kosher to do this XD
You can find my assorted Spamano at my journal (both kink meme and non-meme, along with some Nordic stuff!). Now, only My Heart is Drenched in Wine has any smut, but I do love me some Romano!
Re: Between a Rock and a Hard Place, (Spain/Romano & Pirate!Spain), 13/13
anonymous
August 21 2011, 16:05:51 UTC
This was...this was..... I wish I could describe the expression on my face but I can't. I am too awed and overjoyed for words. This was beyond beautiful and sexy and hilarious and just perfection. Utter perfection all rolled up into one fill. I loved Pirate Spain's personality and Spain's annoyance with how Romano acted around his younger self. I loved all of Spain and Pirate! Spain's interactions. But honestly, I think what I love most is the fact that the reason Pirate!Spain was here in the first place was because England and Spain wanted to compare Pirate hats. Pirate hats. You, Author!Anon, are a beautiful genius. You have made my everyday and I worship your writing and sense of humour. (I almost want a sequel where America has a run-in with Pirate England. If Author!Anon posts this on LJ or FF.net and doesn't mind USUK, would they consider? )
Unaware of the imminent danger he was current facing, Spain was tearing through the deepest, darkest parts of his cellar like a man on fire; a jealous rage fueling his every movement, blood pumping through his veins in a way that he hadn't felt since his unholy days as a conquistador. After what he'd seen, only moments ago, hidden in the shadows of his hallway, there was only one thing that he needed to make this right: his long abandoned but never forgotten ax.
Not wanting to leave his precious Romano in the greedy, vile clutches of his pirate doppelganger for any longer than absolutely necessary, Spain tossed aside boxes of cluttered junk like they weighed no more than a feather, gritting his teeth to stop from flinching at the feel of spiderwebs on his skin. His mind was wracked with images of Romano being kissed within an inch of his life by a man who was him but was not; ashamed and infuriated by his body's unbidden and unwelcome arousal at the sight of Romano flushed and fluttering with need, surrendering and seemingly pleading in the way Spain had imagined so often late at night, drunk and desiring.
As he kicked a useless heap of old clothing and bedding out of his way, Spain cursed colorfully enough to impress even his fouled mouthed would be lover, remembering how he had stood frozen in the doorway of Romano's room, cock going as hard as his envious anger, unable to tear his gaze away. He would have slunk off, racked with guilt and jealousy, leaving Romano to his chosen pleasures (if HE couldn't have him, at least some part of him, no matter how distant and different could, he tried to rationalize desperately), until he heard Romano's breathy and broken sigh of his name.
“Spain,” Romano had moaned.
How he'd longed to hear that tone in Romano's voice, lusty and longing for him and him alone...and here was some bastard usurper from his past daring to hear Romano's bedroom voice, daring to put his lips on Romano's...touching what wasn't his!
Something in Spain snapped, the echo of his name in Romano's honeyed voice awakening a long dormant demon in his chest. And now he was here, ripping his home apart in search of the tool that would be the demise of any man who dared to come near that which he had claimed for himself, even if that man was a piece of him.
There was room for only one Spain in the battle for Romano's love and Spain was determined to emerge victorious.
“Ah-ha!” Spain shouted, tossing aside yet another box of old letters from France, eyes going wild and slightly manic as they lit upon the dull gleam of a metal blade glinting in the corner. He scrambled over broken pots and discarded pans, feeling a sense of calm rage settle in his mind as his hand gripped the once familiar handle.
Spain smiled, slow and deadly enough to rival the other-Spain who was currently prowling his rooms and halls in search of him.
It was time to fight for what he wanted.
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“England, you stupid drunk fuck! Are you listening to me?” Romano growled, keeping one eye on the door as he attempted to get something intelligible out of England.
“Shut the fuck up! I don't give a rat's ass what that French douche said about your goddamned hat! Listen, you shit, Pirate-Spain is here, threatening to kill the other Spain so he can fucking plunder my depths!” Romano seethed, twisting futilely against Pirate-Spain's expert bonds.
He stopped squirming as his heart skipped when he managed to decipher England's slurred response, “What do you mean the Pirate is equally fond of me? Who the fuck else is fond of me?”
Romano held the phone away from his ear, irritated by England's smug, hiccuping laughter. Under any other circumstances, he would have pressed the lush for more information, but as it stood, he could hear the ominous sounds of Pirate-Spain's leather boots making their way back down the hall.
Hurriedly, Romano demanded, “For fuck's sake, England, tell me how to get rid of this asshole!”
His desperation must have penetrated England's fog of whiskey and beer as the idiot told him the remedy to all his problems. Romano's heart lightened, all he needed to do was get both Spanish morons in one room together and keep them from killing each or ravaging him for at least two minutes.
“This better fucking work, England! If it doesn't, I am sending the Pirate after you next!” He hissed threateningly, just as said Pirate came striding back into the bedroom, smirking at him as he raked his eyes over Romano's prostrate form.
Ok, Romano thought, trying to calm his fraying nerves and ignore the evil little voice in the back of his head that kept wanting to sit up and beg for attention from this oh-so-seductive Spain, I just have to keep it together long enough for Spain to come rescue us both. I just have to wait. Spain always comes for me.
Pirate-Spain sauntered over to the bed, running his fingers up Romano's legs as he crept closer, speaking softly, “And who are you sending me after, my little captive?”
Romano tried to keep his body from twitching in response to the bastard Pirate's subtle touches, willing his eyes not to look down a the hand that was coming ever closer to his still tented crotch, “Um...that fucker England. You hate him, right?”
Pirate-Spain frowned with distaste, pulling his hand away, much to Romano's relief as he spat out, “I would happily tear that bastard to pieces, set his empire aflame.”
Terrified by the bloodthirsty look in Pirate-Spain's eyes, Romano flinched away, causing the other man to smile down coldly at him, petting his hair as he spoke soothingly, “Yes, yes, you can send me after England, but first, I am coming for you,” he paused tightening his grip on Romano's hair almost painfully as he purred, “my foul tempered little prize.
Romano started to panic, wondering exactly what the fuck was keeping his Spain, despairing that perhaps he'd fallen victim to Pirate-Spain's sword. He watched with wide, unblinking eyes while the Pirate stood from the bed, stripping off his billowing white shirt and pulling his hair out of the leather tie, standing proud and shameless in his half nudity. This left Romano to consider the fact that regardless of how scary this motherfucker was he was so hot that a tiny, infinitesimal part of him (like his hard cock) regretted that his fucking love for the other Spain was going to deprive him of the opportunity to put his hands all over the body in front of him.
He was going to kill England. Slowly.
Romano swallowed hard and tried to shuffle towards the safety of the headboard as Pirate-Spain moved onto the bed, crawling up his body, lithe like some jungle predator, cold, hard eyes promising pleasure without mercy. He could feel the heat of the man's skin on his own, trying in vain to push him back with his one free hand, closing his eyes and turning his face away. He took one last deep breath and prayed for Spain.
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Pirate-Spain leaped from the bed, giving Romano his first unfettered look at his Spain, standing in the doorway, practically vibrating with energy and rage, alight with passion and fury as he glared daggers at his smirking twin.
Spain was fucking hot! Romano thought as Spain finally turned to look at him, his gaze immediately softening, even as his entire body stayed taut and on edge.
Spain smiled a little sadly at him, speaking quietly, “I am sorry, Romano, if this upsets you. I know you might love this other-me, but I can't stand by and let it happen.”
Romano's mind broke a little, blindsided by how incredibly wrong Spain managed to get his feelings. He was about to inform the man of his rampant stupidity only to be interrupted by Pirate-Spain's annoying, mocking, laughter.
“And just what are you planning to do, pathetic and weak-willed as you are?” Pirate-Spain taunted, moving closer to Spain with arrogant confidence.
Romano winced fearfully, hoping that his Spain had some trick up his sleeve, needing a little more time before he could enact England's reversal plan.
Spain looked at him for a long moment, eyes unreadable, before he turned to face his counterpart, one hand on the handle of his ax and the other clenched into a fist.
“I will fight you, even you are me, until one of us is gone....because there can only be one Spain for Romano. And that Spain is going to be me!” Spain declared boldy, leaving Romano gaping in shock and flooding with pleasure.
For two long moments Romano absently watched the two Spains grapple and wrestle, mind still reeling from the revelation that Spain was fighting for him, fighting to be with him. It was even more incredible that the vision of two Spains, one barely dressed, rolling on the floor.
The sound of a fist hitting a face snapped him out of his stupor, reminding him of what he needed to do.
“Stop! Fucking stop!” Romano shouted, gratified when two rumpled heads popped up over the foot of the bed, looking at him impatiently.
“Stand the fuck up, both of you!” He commanded, waiting until they had scrambled to their feet, before taking a deep breath and continuing, “Look, Pirate-Spain, you don't belong here. The other you was right, I've only got patience enough for one idiot-Spain in my life, and its that right there.”
He pointed at his Spain for emphasis, flushing under the intensity of Spain's happy, wondering regard, “So, much as it pains to me to say something so fucking stupid, I'll do it so you can go back to whatever goddamned dimension that shit England pulled you from.” He rolled his eyes and ground his teeth together as he spoke the magic words, “I don't like your fucking pirate hat!”
Pirate-Spain yelled in outrage, lunging for Romano, only to have his eyes widen in fear and shock as his body started to fade away, disappearing entirely in a matter of moments, leaving only an abandoned frilly shirt and hair tie behind.
“Jesus fuck, I can't believe that actually worked,” Romano said, voice tinged with disbelief and awe, still looking at the spot where Pirate-Spain had been.
He turned to find the remaining Spain, only to find the man barreling towards him, eyes hot and face determined as Spain climbed across the bed, taking Romano's jaw in his hand and kissing him with such rough, unmeasured passion that Romano thought he'd never recover from it. Spain was kissing him a fervor to match the other-Spain, but his hands were gentle and shaking as they cradled his face and Romano could finally feel it-that spark of worry and lust and love that had been missing form the Pirate's calculating embrace. When neither man could go without breath any longer, Spain broke away, panting as he rested his forehead on Romano's.
Romano reached out his free hand to stroke Spain's hair, murmuring into his ear, “You fucker. All these years and you never said anything to me.”
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Romano pinched him gently, rolling his eyes as he replied, “Idiot. You are a fucking idiot.”
Spain kissed him lightly, once, twice, whispering against his lips, “I think we both are.”
He gasped and moaned a little as Spain settled between his legs, reminding Romano of just how long he had been this turned-on.
Eager and wanting, he nipped at Spain's neck, demanding, “Well, fucking tell me now, so you can have me already.”
Spain jerked against him, letting Romano feel his own arousal, before
tilting Romano's head up to meet his serious eyes as he spoke, voice happy and determined, “I want you. I love you.”
Romano stilled, smiling at Spain as his heart soared, “So what are you going to do about it?”
Spain's grin turned wicked as his moved one hand to release Romano from his bonds, murmuring , “Anything you want, love.”
Romano's blood ran hot at the thought of all he and Spain could do, arching his hips up to meet Spain's, running his tongue along the shell of Spain's ear, making him tremble and moan as he teased, “Next time you can leave the ropes on.”
“My God,” Spain sighed before kissing Romano, who responded eagerly, delighting in being able to run both of his hands up and down the flexing muscles of Spain's biceps, pulling impatiently at the material of his shirt, wanting to feel Spain's naked chest against his own.
Spain obliged, sitting up and flinging the offending garment away, before looking down at Romano's long neglected cock and winking lasciviously at Romano. He settled back on his heels, keeping his gaze firmly on Romano's face, feeling his arousal flare with the electricity of their connection as he raked his nails down Romano's chest, unceremoniously pulling Romano's pants down, leaving him totally exposed.
“Fuck, fuck,” Romano cursed hotly, tangling his hand in Spain's messy hair when Spain lowered his head to run his mouth along the sharp ridges of his hip bones, a deliciously unkind tease. He watched, eyes growing heavy with lust, as Spain sucked an impressive mark into the juncture where leg met torso.
Spain peered up at him, green eyes blazing as he took Romano's cock in hand, stroking downwards firmly, continuing to run his tongue along Romano's hips, making him shake with need.
When he managed to pant out, “Bastard,” it sounded more like a whine than a curse and Spain finally took pity on him, ending the tease as he parted his lips and took the tip of Romano's cock into his mouth, humming in apparent satisfaction.
Romano moaned and thrashed, fingers pulling at Spain's hair as his lips and tongue slid down his cock, his fingers tracing soft little circles on his thighs. Romano knew he wasn't going to last long, having been on the edge of desire for far too long, nearly helpless with the need to come under Spain's unrelenting gaze, the feel of Spain's insistent mouth around him driving him insane.
When Spain winked at him and then swallowed him deep, Romano gave up on trying to hold back, shouting and shaking as he finally, finally, came long and hard in Spain's warm mouth. He panted and gasped, throwing one arm over his eyes as he mumbled “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” over and over.
When he'd regained enough of his faculties to open his eyes, Romano found a naked Spain straddling his chest, his attention immediately drawn to his hard cock. Spain was touching him all over, pressing wild kisses to his cheeks and neck and lips, stopping only to whisper hot and wet and dirty in his ear, “Can I come on you?”
“Fuck, yes, do it,” Romano breathed out before kissing Spain fiercely, tongue catching traces of his taste in Spain's mouth, moaning deeply.
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Spain was breathing hard and fast, looking at him with urgency. Romano pulled the fingers from his mouth, gripping Spain's quivering thigh and commanding softly, “Come for me, Spain.”
Spain's eyes went wide and round, mouth falling open as he sighed deeply, shuddering once and coming hotly over Romano's chest and neck, leaning down to kiss him messily as he shook through his orgasm.
Spent, Spain flopped down next to Romano, sighing happily as he slung an arm around Romano's waist, holding him close. Romano took great, heaving breaths, trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened while also trying to stave off the satiated desire for sleep.
His eyes fell on Pirate-Spain's abandoned clothes and unable to help it, he snorted in begrudging amusement, causing Spain to cease peppering his skin with little kisses and ask, “What is it?”
Romano let his fingers tangle lazily in Spain's hair, sighing, “I was just wondering whether we should fucking kill England or send him a goddamned thank you card.”
Spain laughed, holding Romano closer, “Why don't we do both?”
Surprised, Romano laughed in return, pressing into Spain's embrace, murmuring, “I knew I fucking love you for a reason.”
~End
that was fun! woo! hope you enjoyed and thank you thank you to everyone who read and commented! xoxo
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That was awesome! I love the way you wrote Romano's and Spain's characters, and I love the distinction between Pirate Spain and regular Spain. Romano's thoughts and feelings for his 'right' Spain were so adorable, and the way you described them made me really sympathize with his situation (even though I was totally excited because of the, erm, kinky part of this prompt XD).
You really do portray the characters well. The situation that caused the whole 'two Spain's' thing as well as the way it ended matches the cracky hilarity that is Hetalia, and the way everyone reacted (drunk!England, annoyed!Romano, dense!Spain) was perfect. I love that Spain wasn't a complete idiot and that he did fight for Romano, and I love that while Romano was himself--he didn't curse too much and he was the right mix of weak and skilled at escape. Pirate Spain was so fun to read, despite the fact that he was totally creepy and everything. XD
The end was awesome, from how easy it was to get rid of the Pirate Spain to how Romano and Spain acted together. It wasn't a clearcut declaration of feelings, and yet it was. (Smutty not-sex? I don't know how to describe it, but it was great. The touching and the dialogue and the umfff, I don't know. Keep writing! It was awesomeeeeee. . .) The way you wrote it came naturally, and it flowed really well with the characters. Reading fics is infinitely more fun when the characters are in-character and the writing style is smooth and fun and the plot is great (the fact that you gave this prompt a plot and subplot was lakdjflajd), and this was a great fill.
Sorry if this is a very jumbled comment to your lovely fill. I'm not good with words normally, and this fill just made me so happy. I love reading Spamano like this, and I'm so excited (and I hope you're proud) to see that there are still wonderful fics out there and this is part of the fandom. ;)
I hope you write more; you're really good and this was a great way to kick off my late-night fanfic-reading ways. ^^
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Thanks--and enjoy the late night reading ;) Hopefully you can some smutty sex-sex ;)
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I also love that there was no penetration. Sounds silly, but the lack made me stupidly happy ^^;; Your writing is wonderful (and feels vaguely familiar) and this story was very well done. Thank you Author!Anon!
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Loved it! Really no other words except that I hope a pimping takes place in the form of a sequel with America, England, and Pirate!England. :D
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I'll have to leave the sequel to another intrepid writer as I don't think I can do US/UK justice ;)
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and this
“I was just wondering whether we should fucking kill England or send him a goddamned thank you card.”
Spain laughed, holding Romano closer, “Why don't we do both?”
made me laugh a lot, which was just the icing on the cake<3
gj anon!
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Can you link to your other fills so that we can see more of your awesomeness?
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Well, since I de-anoned on my journal, I assume it kosher to do this XD
You can find my assorted Spamano at my journal (both kink meme and non-meme, along with some Nordic stuff!). Now, only My Heart is Drenched in Wine has any smut, but I do love me some Romano!
Thanks for asking...and here you go!
http://champagnesly.livejournal.com/6121.html#cutid1
ps...if this is NOT ok, i totally apologize!
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I wish I could describe the expression on my face but I can't. I am too awed and overjoyed for words. This was beyond beautiful and sexy and hilarious and just perfection. Utter perfection all rolled up into one fill. I loved Pirate Spain's personality and Spain's annoyance with how Romano acted around his younger self. I loved all of Spain and Pirate! Spain's interactions. But honestly, I think what I love most is the fact that the reason Pirate!Spain was here in the first place was because England and Spain wanted to compare Pirate hats.
Pirate hats.
You, Author!Anon, are a beautiful genius. You have made my everyday and I worship your writing and sense of humour.
(I almost want a sequel where America has a run-in with Pirate England. If Author!Anon posts this on LJ or FF.net and doesn't mind USUK, would they consider? )
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and he is soooo HOT!!!!!
-damn-
-dying from too much imagination overload-
How could France Pirate!England is unattractive???
X)X
Anyway, I'm a sucker for Pirate!Spain and Pirate!England.
Thank you for posting such an AWESOME fill!!!! :D
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