Because I'm Boss Part 3
anonymous
March 21 2009, 19:06:49 UTC
“What are you doing shirtless, you bastard?” he said as he pulled the curtain closed. His face was burning up.
“I’m trying on the clothes that you handed me,” was Antonio’s simple answer. He was smiling - happily - like nothing had happened, like the mafia outside was not out to get him.
Lovino did not get it. Wasn’t Antonio supposed to be this strong guy who used to carry that large axe and defend his territory from invaders? Didn’t he conquer more than a good portion of the world during his prime? Wasn’t he supposed to be defensive when threatened? Who the hell was he looking at right now?
“Aren’t you supposed to be fighting them off?” Lovino voiced out loud to his current dressing room companion.
“But it’s all about peace now,” Antonio responded with a goofy grin and his index and middle fingers in the shape of a V.
“We’re not hearing any progress in there,” someone yelled from outside.
“Shut up, you jerks!”
As it was with the men outside, you had to prove your dominance not to be bullied. Lovino considered his options and turned even redder when an ingenious solution came to mind. Antonio eyes grew the size of saucers when Lovino’s knee gently nudged his midsection.
“What? No!” Antonio protested.
Lovino could only look at him as if he’d grown a second head. Why did he have to look like the pervert here? If he remembered correctly - and he was sure he did - it was Antonio who could barely control himself whenever the topic at hand was about him and/or his brother.
No. He was not going to explain himself or try to convince the other. It was just too embarrassing. So, instead of saying anything more, his lips connected itself with Antonio’s jaw as his teeth grazed the skin covering his jaw bone. His arm then encircled the conveniently bare torso, slightly scratching his fingernails against his back. His mind was debating whether this was really happening or not.
“Lovi,” Antonio said, almost incoherent. “There are people outside.”
He knew damn well there were people outside and as if to prove that point, his other hand pulled the curtain open the tiniest bit. Yes, mafia, he did have the gall. Yes, they may tend to destabilize his house but this part of Italy was still his. He needed to establish that.
“Umm,” Antonio continued to object, half-heartedly this time. “This might not be a good ide-- Ah!”
Yes mafia, he had just stuck his hand down Antonio’s pants and he was definitely touching there and no, he was not stopping no matter how humiliating it was because he was trying to prove a point, a point which he knew he would later regret.
Lovino heard the disbelieving gasp from outside but continued on because, honestly, he was kind of turned on by it. Antonio was making unbelievably sexy sounds. From the corner of his eye, he spied the image they made from the wall length mirror. He swallowed once. This was a little too obscene and so he pulled the curtain closed. They were just going to have to hear it rather than see it.
He, however, had the good fortune of seeing it from both directions considering that there was a mirror in the dressing room. Thankfully, Antonio was so into it that he was looking at several different spots on the ceiling instead of at him and his red face.
Because I'm Boss Part 4
anonymous
March 21 2009, 19:08:53 UTC
Sometime between his shallow nip at Antonio’s neck and the grasp of his fingers on his skin, the tables were turned. Suddenly, Antonio was in his face, tongue embedding itself deep into the recesses of his mouth. When Lovino became unable to breathe, he let go and instead placed gentle kisses around his ear and around his neck, his arms wrapping protectively around him.
“Going to show them who’s boss, are you?” Antonio whispered in his ear with a chuckle.
Lovino realized that the cogwheels had finally started turning on the idiot’s head which would have been okay if it didn’t make him feel more self-conscious than he already was. This resulted in a head butt directed at Antonio’s chest. Antonio could only continue sniggering. He realized now that those head butts were far more effective when he was a child.
“I get it,” Antonio said with a charming wink and then promptly turned around, bracing his hands against the wall he‘d been backed up against.
“W-wha--," Lovino stuttered in response. He cursed the mafia, but only in his head this time, for putting him through this. In spite of that, half-naked Antonio was still half-naked Antonio waiting for him. Quickly, as if this moment would not last, Lovino unfastened Antonio’s jeans and pulled it down before he picked the condom out of his wallet. Spit was all he had at the moment, so it was what he used to prepare Antonio.
It started out excruciatingly slow because the rasping from the one in front of him was a little disconcerting and the hands against the wall were now fists against the wall. Soon enough, though, the pace began to pick up and before long, the cross necklace hanging from Antonio’s neck repeatedly and continuously bounced against his chest in time with their movements. Antonio also began cursing, loudly and in Spanish because the bastard did not have the decency to learn one word of Italian. At first, Lovino was too ashamed at the volume of the voice that he moved to place his hands over the other’s mouth. However, he remembered the need for the audience outside to understand his point and so he let go. What the hell, right?
“Scream all you want,” Lovino encouraged him.
Needless to say, the audience outside were mesmerized enough that they were unable to say anything or do anything other than listen to the sounds and stare at the wildly shifting curtain before their eyes. They were able to tell exactly when each of them reached their climax loud and clear. It became unmistakable then what the South of Italy was trying to prove. Yes, he, indeed, was their boss and Spain was, well…
“So does that mean he’s off limits?” one of the mafia cronies asked upon their exit. The rest of them were on their knees bowing at him in respect.
“He’s miiiiine, you bastaaaards!” Lovino screamed, read-faced and angry, to the top of his lungs in response.
Antonio, on the other hand, was too blissful to notice anything as he handed the clothes he was holding to the ladies at the register. He was obviously in a world of his own, not hearing anything but the happy little equally oblivious Antonios floating around in his head.
“Eheheh. I guess this means I’ll have to buy these from you now,” he said with a silly, absent-minded laugh.
At that moment, Alfred, in complete American tourist get-up - shorts, a baseball cap, gum in mouth and Nikes on his feet - snapped a picture of the entire scene with the digital camera hanging from his neck.
“Aww. I should have brought my video camera,” he said in remorse.
“Don’t worry about it, aru. I got everything on tape, aru,” the Chinese who’d managed to sneak his camera past the dressing room curtain responded.
Because I'm Boss Part 5
anonymous
March 21 2009, 19:11:11 UTC
“Do you mind giving me a copy,” Alfred asked. “I could hand it over to the proper authorities.”
The following day, somewhere in England, Arthur sat on his regal chair laughing his evil laugh.
“Ufufufu,” he continued to laugh to himself as he picked up his newly printed newspaper. “I should distribute these to any interested parties.”
The headline read ‘South Italy claims the Kingdom of Spain’. In the full-color picture, Lovino looked red and screaming as his errant piece of hair was curled roughly into the shape of a heart. Antonio was somewhere near him with red cheeks and a smile on his face looking very (and strangely) unaware of the goings-on around him.
That Alfred really was useful when it came to supplying him with news-worthy material. This would surely sell out in no time. Ah, how he loved his expertise in newspapers. Just as the thought came to mind, his phone began to ring. He placed the receiver next to his ear and before he could even speak, the Frenchman on the other end of the line yelled in his ear.
“It’s called a tabloid, you pervert!”
“It’s gentleman to you, you git,” Arthur screamed into the receiver.
Meanwhile, in the northern part of Italy, a pair of scissor could be heard tearing through paper.
“Ve~” the owner of the scissors said. “I’m so proud of big brother. He finally accomplished something.”
Feliciano clipped the front page of the newspaper article and stuck it on a scrapbook. To think that his brother conquered another country and a former empire no less; he was so proud that he couldn’t help himself. It was the very first entry in his otherwise empty scrapbook. He tapped the bound pages once before closing it.
“Ah, I should also work on conquering one of my own,” he said as he walked out the door, lunch bag with carefully packed pasta in hand. He was going to a non-pasta friendly place after all. “I wonder,” he said to himself.
Feliciano got into some deep introspection and after a while came up with a splendid idea. If he were to conquer Germany then that included all those who lived in Germany’s house, right? Would that mean that he could get Prussia for free? The two for one deal was too good to pass up and so he happily locked his front door and left for Ludwig’s house. The scrapbook lay forgotten on the desk but upon closer inspection, one would clearly understand just what the younger Italian brother was up to. The unassuming book in the colors of his flag had an intricately handwritten title reading only three words - ‘Italia: World Domination’.
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(Anon could not help anon!self OP. Your Spain/S. Italy request was turned the other way around. *fail*)
Re: Because I'm Boss Part 5
anonymous
March 21 2009, 21:03:47 UTC
“He’s miiiiine, you bastaaaards!” Lovino screamed, read-faced and angry, to the top of his lungs in response. AHAHAHAHA, oh anon. I knew risking checking out the kink meme on a public computer was worth it. I hope my giggling wasn't too loud anyway.
Oh God, it was so perfect and lgknagn the bit about the cross and the LOLs oh God, ILU ♥.
Re: Because I'm Boss Part 5
anonymous
March 23 2009, 22:32:43 UTC
THIS WAS FANTASTIC.
You made it funny, clever, and insanely HOT as well. Kudos to ya, that was brilliant. And personally, I LOVE S. Italy/Spain, if that counts for anything
“But I don’t want to be held for ransom,” Antonio whined from behind him
Ahahahah, that slayed me, I started cracking up. Oh Antonio, why are you so adorable? And oh authornon, WHY do you write him in such an adorable fashion? *sends hearts in your direction*
“I’m trying on the clothes that you handed me,” was Antonio’s simple answer. He was smiling - happily - like nothing had happened, like the mafia outside was not out to get him.
Lovino did not get it. Wasn’t Antonio supposed to be this strong guy who used to carry that large axe and defend his territory from invaders? Didn’t he conquer more than a good portion of the world during his prime? Wasn’t he supposed to be defensive when threatened? Who the hell was he looking at right now?
“Aren’t you supposed to be fighting them off?” Lovino voiced out loud to his current dressing room companion.
“But it’s all about peace now,” Antonio responded with a goofy grin and his index and middle fingers in the shape of a V.
“We’re not hearing any progress in there,” someone yelled from outside.
“Shut up, you jerks!”
As it was with the men outside, you had to prove your dominance not to be bullied. Lovino considered his options and turned even redder when an ingenious solution came to mind. Antonio eyes grew the size of saucers when Lovino’s knee gently nudged his midsection.
“What? No!” Antonio protested.
Lovino could only look at him as if he’d grown a second head. Why did he have to look like the pervert here? If he remembered correctly - and he was sure he did - it was Antonio who could barely control himself whenever the topic at hand was about him and/or his brother.
No. He was not going to explain himself or try to convince the other. It was just too embarrassing. So, instead of saying anything more, his lips connected itself with Antonio’s jaw as his teeth grazed the skin covering his jaw bone. His arm then encircled the conveniently bare torso, slightly scratching his fingernails against his back. His mind was debating whether this was really happening or not.
“Lovi,” Antonio said, almost incoherent. “There are people outside.”
He knew damn well there were people outside and as if to prove that point, his other hand pulled the curtain open the tiniest bit. Yes, mafia, he did have the gall. Yes, they may tend to destabilize his house but this part of Italy was still his. He needed to establish that.
“Umm,” Antonio continued to object, half-heartedly this time. “This might not be a good ide-- Ah!”
Yes mafia, he had just stuck his hand down Antonio’s pants and he was definitely touching there and no, he was not stopping no matter how humiliating it was because he was trying to prove a point, a point which he knew he would later regret.
Lovino heard the disbelieving gasp from outside but continued on because, honestly, he was kind of turned on by it. Antonio was making unbelievably sexy sounds. From the corner of his eye, he spied the image they made from the wall length mirror. He swallowed once. This was a little too obscene and so he pulled the curtain closed. They were just going to have to hear it rather than see it.
He, however, had the good fortune of seeing it from both directions considering that there was a mirror in the dressing room. Thankfully, Antonio was so into it that he was looking at several different spots on the ceiling instead of at him and his red face.
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“Going to show them who’s boss, are you?” Antonio whispered in his ear with a chuckle.
Lovino realized that the cogwheels had finally started turning on the idiot’s head which would have been okay if it didn’t make him feel more self-conscious than he already was. This resulted in a head butt directed at Antonio’s chest. Antonio could only continue sniggering. He realized now that those head butts were far more effective when he was a child.
“I get it,” Antonio said with a charming wink and then promptly turned around, bracing his hands against the wall he‘d been backed up against.
“W-wha--," Lovino stuttered in response. He cursed the mafia, but only in his head this time, for putting him through this. In spite of that, half-naked Antonio was still half-naked Antonio waiting for him. Quickly, as if this moment would not last, Lovino unfastened Antonio’s jeans and pulled it down before he picked the condom out of his wallet. Spit was all he had at the moment, so it was what he used to prepare Antonio.
It started out excruciatingly slow because the rasping from the one in front of him was a little disconcerting and the hands against the wall were now fists against the wall. Soon enough, though, the pace began to pick up and before long, the cross necklace hanging from Antonio’s neck repeatedly and continuously bounced against his chest in time with their movements. Antonio also began cursing, loudly and in Spanish because the bastard did not have the decency to learn one word of Italian. At first, Lovino was too ashamed at the volume of the voice that he moved to place his hands over the other’s mouth. However, he remembered the need for the audience outside to understand his point and so he let go. What the hell, right?
“Scream all you want,” Lovino encouraged him.
Needless to say, the audience outside were mesmerized enough that they were unable to say anything or do anything other than listen to the sounds and stare at the wildly shifting curtain before their eyes. They were able to tell exactly when each of them reached their climax loud and clear. It became unmistakable then what the South of Italy was trying to prove. Yes, he, indeed, was their boss and Spain was, well…
“So does that mean he’s off limits?” one of the mafia cronies asked upon their exit. The rest of them were on their knees bowing at him in respect.
“He’s miiiiine, you bastaaaards!” Lovino screamed, read-faced and angry, to the top of his lungs in response.
Antonio, on the other hand, was too blissful to notice anything as he handed the clothes he was holding to the ladies at the register. He was obviously in a world of his own, not hearing anything but the happy little equally oblivious Antonios floating around in his head.
“Eheheh. I guess this means I’ll have to buy these from you now,” he said with a silly, absent-minded laugh.
At that moment, Alfred, in complete American tourist get-up - shorts, a baseball cap, gum in mouth and Nikes on his feet - snapped a picture of the entire scene with the digital camera hanging from his neck.
“Aww. I should have brought my video camera,” he said in remorse.
“Don’t worry about it, aru. I got everything on tape, aru,” the Chinese who’d managed to sneak his camera past the dressing room curtain responded.
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The following day, somewhere in England, Arthur sat on his regal chair laughing his evil laugh.
“Ufufufu,” he continued to laugh to himself as he picked up his newly printed newspaper. “I should distribute these to any interested parties.”
The headline read ‘South Italy claims the Kingdom of Spain’. In the full-color picture, Lovino looked red and screaming as his errant piece of hair was curled roughly into the shape of a heart. Antonio was somewhere near him with red cheeks and a smile on his face looking very (and strangely) unaware of the goings-on around him.
That Alfred really was useful when it came to supplying him with news-worthy material. This would surely sell out in no time. Ah, how he loved his expertise in newspapers. Just as the thought came to mind, his phone began to ring. He placed the receiver next to his ear and before he could even speak, the Frenchman on the other end of the line yelled in his ear.
“It’s called a tabloid, you pervert!”
“It’s gentleman to you, you git,” Arthur screamed into the receiver.
Meanwhile, in the northern part of Italy, a pair of scissor could be heard tearing through paper.
“Ve~” the owner of the scissors said. “I’m so proud of big brother. He finally accomplished something.”
Feliciano clipped the front page of the newspaper article and stuck it on a scrapbook. To think that his brother conquered another country and a former empire no less; he was so proud that he couldn’t help himself. It was the very first entry in his otherwise empty scrapbook. He tapped the bound pages once before closing it.
“Ah, I should also work on conquering one of my own,” he said as he walked out the door, lunch bag with carefully packed pasta in hand. He was going to a non-pasta friendly place after all. “I wonder,” he said to himself.
Feliciano got into some deep introspection and after a while came up with a splendid idea. If he were to conquer Germany then that included all those who lived in Germany’s house, right? Would that mean that he could get Prussia for free? The two for one deal was too good to pass up and so he happily locked his front door and left for Ludwig’s house. The scrapbook lay forgotten on the desk but upon closer inspection, one would clearly understand just what the younger Italian brother was up to. The unassuming book in the colors of his flag had an intricately handwritten title reading only three words - ‘Italia: World Domination’.
End.
(Anon could not help anon!self OP. Your Spain/S. Italy request was turned the other way around. *fail*)
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It really doesn't matter to me because Spain and S.Italy pr0n is still Spain and S.Italy pr0n~ I loved every part of this and the ending made me lol
....lol recaptcha: gropings devel
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TY so much for filling this ♥
How stupid could he be to place his wallet in his back pocket where it was easily accessible?
TRUFAX everyone knows this is somehing you don't do!
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AHAHAHAHA, oh anon. I knew risking checking out the kink meme on a public computer was worth it. I hope my giggling wasn't too loud anyway.
Oh God, it was so perfect and lgknagn the bit about the cross and the LOLs oh God, ILU ♥.
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OH MY FRIGGING GOD THAT WAS JUST HFKKDFHFNKLCKADSOJDSID PERFECT!!!! YES YOU JUST MADE ME KEYBOARD-SPAZZ!!!!
Oh dear, do you know it's past 1AM here and I had to bite into a stuffed animal to stifle the insane giggling??
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Oh my god this is ridiculous and amazing and I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.
Thanks for the hilarious read, anon. XD
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Ohohoho. Italy/World = new OTP? XDDD along with France/Everyone and Russia/World? orz
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You made it funny, clever, and insanely HOT as well. Kudos to ya, that was brilliant. And personally, I LOVE S. Italy/Spain, if that counts for anything
“But I don’t want to be held for ransom,” Antonio whined from behind him
Ahahahah, that slayed me, I started cracking up. Oh Antonio, why are you so adorable? And oh authornon, WHY do you write him in such an adorable fashion? *sends hearts in your direction*
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Ohmygosh, this was so AWESOME! and the ending was so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great job WRITER!ANON
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