Hetalia kink meme part 24

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Do unto others 2a/?

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It was at a party two days later that Romano was cornered by France, swooping down on him in a sweet-smelling cloud of irises and alcohol and a kind of feral intent in his eyes. "Is it true?" he demanded with a smile that suggested someone had just made clothes illegal or something like that. Romano, busy sulking over his drink and wondering where Spain had gone and if he was going home alone tonight, gave him a flat glare in return.

"Is what true, cheese-sniffing bastard?"

France looked hurt for about a twentieth fraction of a second, before flopping down gracefully in the sofa next to him, leaning close. "Spain is telling everyone that you're finally together, and that you're in an open relationship. I could barely believe it! I would've pegged you as being way too jealous for that sort of thing. So... is it true?"

Romano managed something like a bewildered glare - what did he mean with 'finally', anyway, and of course he was jealous - as he tried to process this. Spain was... telling everyone? Oh God, why? Why couldn't the bastard just shut up about it; why'd he have to scream it to the whole damn world? "I guess," he muttered, squirming a bit. "Don't see why you should care anyway."

France looked incredulous. "Well, isn't it obvious?" he demanded, spreading his arms elegantly. "You've been so hung up on Spain that you've hardly noticed anyone or anything else. Now that you have him," and suddenly France had a hand on his thigh, and he was leaning really close, and his voice had dropped to a purr, "that means the rest of us actually have a chance."

Romano's first impulse was to slap that hand away, shove France off the sofa and demand to know just what the hell he thought he was doing. But then he thought, why not? Spain had obviously decided to go off with someone else, hadn't he? And France might've been a perverted and smug bastard, but he was there and he wasn't bad looking. And Romano was suddenly rather interested to know exactly what France meant with 'the rest of us'. Was there someone else who... who wanted him? That was a surprisingly nice thought. Maybe there were actually other people who were interested in him, not just France and Spain. That bastard France actually had a point, he really had been pretty focused on Spain, and maybe he hadn't noticed other people being interested as well?

So instead, somehow, he managed a smirk and leaned in closer too, until he could feel France's breath on his lips. The other's hair brushed slightly against his curl, and he shivered. "You sure you can make it worth it? I'll kick you if you bore me."

France, looking like he couldn't believe his luck - and that was nice too, strangely enough - grinned back. "Do I have to keep reminding people that I'm the country of love?" he lamented.

"Why don't you remind me?"