The Italian Web Part 4
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:10:49 UTC
Antonio scrambled out of his seat in a hurry without forgetting to wave goodbye to his apparent, new friends. Surprisingly enough, the children waved back, sending him worried looks. A few even wished him luck as Lovino dragged him out of there with a vice-like grip on his arm. They knew it was going to get ugly.
Lovino let go of his arm once they were behind the bushes and away from the guests. Antonio rubbed his sore arm, a result of the strong grip on him. He noted that Lovino was getting stronger with time.
“You better tell me right now if you did anything to traumatize those children,” Lovino started.
Antonio placed his palm against the back of his neck, delivering a ridiculous smile Lovino’s way which meant in all consideration that he was guilty as charged, but he was not about to admit it, at least not completely.
“I don’t think that counted as traumatizing,” Antonio responded. “And it shouldn’t be my fault that I was assigned to the kids’ table.”
“Idiot, it’s because you’re supposed to be good with children.”
Coming from Lovino, it should have been a compliment, but despite Antonio’s positive outlook on almost everything, he interpreted it as a sarcastic insult instead.
“Kids learn how to band together to fight against a moron like you,” Lovino specified with his arms crossed over his chest.
It really was an insult after all. Antonio let out a defeated sigh, feeling his shoulders sag at the same time. Just like the people who lived in his house, Lovino was very vocal about his hate with no regard to how much of a mean jerk he tended to be. But Antonio raised him and that only meant that he was to blame.
“But they end up liking you in the end anyway, bastard,” Lovino muttered additionally. It sounded incomprehensible but it was still audible enough to those who tried hard enough to hear it. Then again, with Antonio’s skill at being distracted, all he heard was the last few words and so he coaxed Lovino into saying it again. Lovino, predictably, declined while turning an unhealthy shade of red. Nevertheless, the shade of red seemed to give him confidence as he continued on with the subtle flattery. That dance also did well to loosen him up.
“I always see you in casual clothes, but you look good in that suit,” Lovino said while looking away. From the side, it was hard not to notice his burning ears.
“I do not look like a goof in this suit,” Antonio protested with a pout. “It’s just messy from all the things thrown at me and anyway, your brother said I look good in it.”
Lovino proceeded to throttle Antonio, yelling every now and then some random phrases about how hard it was to say embarrassing things or how Antonio had selective hearing or how his stupid brother always got the credit. From the looks of it, Lovino had every intention of making the lack of air in Antonio’s system last just a little longer. Thankfully, he let go before he passed out. By then, Antonio was coughing repeatedly and holding on to his neck in a protective manner.
“I was just about to say how cute you were dancing the tarantella,” Antonio said with a hoarse throat.
“Stop using the word cute, damn it. I haven’t been cute in a long time.”
The Italian Web Part 5
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:13:12 UTC
Antonio had not fully considered that until today, but now that he thought about it, cute was a more a word to describe the Northern Italian brother. Lovino was, as he said, not cute. He was more handsome in a masculine sort of way, something easy to overlook considering the ever-present scowl on his face. Thinking of his brother, the meeting with Feliciano during the morning conference came to mind. When he inquired about Lovino, all Feliciano could give was a non-committal answer along the lines of ‘he’s still the same’, meaning that he had no idea how his brother was doing. Considering the Southern Italian brother’s freedom and Feliciano being stuck in meetings the same way Antonio was, Lovino was doing just fine.
“You’re right, you aren’t cute,” Antonio said seriously to which Lovino’s response was a surprised raise of his eyebrow.
“You’re handsome,” Antonio then proclaimed with an enthusiasm accompanying his sing-song voice. Said proclamation caused Lovino’s eyebrow to twitch. Not before long, he was hitting his fist against Antonio’s arm in another show of violent behavior.
“Don’t say it like that, god damn it,” Lovino scolded.
“But it’s true,” Antonio persisted. “No wonder all the ladies fall for you.”
Praises continued to spill forth from Antonio’s mouth and because they had been loud from the very beginning, people started checking behind the bushes to inquire about the source of the commotion. Antonio was not surprised when he was pulled aside and stuffed into a nearby bathroom by Lovino. The door was locked behind them.
Antonio laughed at Lovino’s red face, poking his cheeks the way he always did. Lovino was not happy and shoved Antonio against the door.
“Dame un beso,” he said, staring straight into his eyes.
Antonio continued laughing while holding his stomach. He couldn’t even control himself.
“I’m not surprised that those are the only words you learned from me considering that you use it to chase after girls with your handsome face,” he said.
“Damn it, take me seriously,” Lovino said. He was trying his best to get his point across, but Antonio continued to laugh with tears in his eyes, probably not hearing what he said.
Instead of futilely trying to explain himself and because his former boss was inept at understanding what was right in front of him, soul being bared and all, Lovino kissed him - hard but slow because the dimwit would probably need the time to process it.
“God damned annoying,” Lovino muttered when he broke off the kiss, but he didn’t stop there. Antonio thought he was going to faint when Lovino dropped down to his knees and undid his belt buckle.
“Umm,” he could only say. It was useless to say anything else because the image of Lovino unzipping his pants and rather hastily taking him into his mouth was tantalizing. That first connection with the hot, moist mouth made him bang both palms against the door behind him. He also felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he let out a long, loud utterance of satisfaction. Lovino sent him a dirty look, probably telling him to keep it down but there was no way he’d be able to do that. Antonio never held back.
So lost in satisfaction was Antonio that he thrashed about in the tiny space watching Lovino’s head bob in and out, his own hips rocking forward to get more of it. Lovino put a stop to that, however, when he gripped Antonio’s hips with both hands and slammed it against the door, holding it in place with a powerful, almost bruising grip. He was definitely masculine, dominant and oh-so-handsome as he put that vulgar mouth to good use. Antonio placed his hands on Lovino’s hair but it was immediately swatted away. He was a conundrum, really - so giving but still so cruel.
The Italian Web Part 6
anonymous
April 3 2009, 22:17:45 UTC
When Lovino’s tactics evolved, Antonio uselessly grasped at the walls behind him with his fingernails. The Italian was using teeth now, apparently, grazing against his delicate skin before nipping at the end. Antonio would have jumped if he was not already held in place. His thoughts then turned to how Lovino could do it so well. It was certainly not something one would expect from a ladies’ man.
Antonio did not hold back in the least when he climaxed, grasping at a towel rack he managed to get a hold of and breaking it in the process. When Lovino let go of him, Antonio let himself slide down the door to sit on the ground and collect himself. He was breathing heavily, but he was sated in probably the same way Lovino felt after dancing only to be ruined by the sight of him a few seconds later.
“Lovino,” he started to say when the Italian suddenly went for the sink to spit and repeatedly gurgle with tap water like he’d just tasted bile or swallowed some sort of awful poison.
“Ah! How insulting,” Antonio uttered from his position on the ground. How was that supposed to be sexy? “And you were even so eager.”
“Shut up!” Lovino screamed at him before kicking his shoulder.
“You ruined my suit,” Antonio complained while he zipped himself up and arranged his clothing. He failed to remember that it was already ruined even before their encounter.
“Go to hell,” was Lovino’s response before giving him the finger and then unlocking the bathroom door. He was out of there with Antonio still on the floor even before any protests could be made. Antonio continued to process the situation from the moment he’d been kissed but nothing calculated and no answer came out of it.
“I am so confused,” he wailed to himself, sneaking a peek to check if Lovino was still within the vicinity. He actually was, right outside the door, muttering about how dancing alone at the end gave him some sort of bad luck because you never danced the tarantella alone. He also muttered about how he would never be cured from that damn idiot’s poisonous bite.
“Hurry up and fix that towel rack, you bastard,” he said, motioning with his hands to the reception still going on in the background. “The bride is probably looking for her one-eighth Spanish dipshit to rejoin the party.”
Antonio sulked but did what he was told, unable to dissect Lovino’s last, shrouded statement. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by anything and everything Italian, the bride was still and would always be part Spaniard and like Lovino, that was something impossible to get rid of for better or for worse.
End.
(Unrequited love works both ways, yes? Because Spain just doesn’t get it and Romano knows he doesn’t get it. Yes? No? *crosses fingers*)
Re: The Italian Web Part 6
anonymous
April 4 2009, 05:33:50 UTC
Dear god, Spain. *facepalm.jpg*
Great fill, anon! Funny and well-characterized and makes you want to brick Spain in the face, which I think is the measure of having done the Spain/S. Italy right, lol, sad as it is.
;A; This just made my day, I have work in 5 minutes from 1 pm to 12 am....this just helped a lot oh god op thanks for the request and anon thank you for writing this beauty, I'm bookmarking this to read again...so beautiful ;; ♥
Oh poor Antonio...stop being so clueless but thats why we love you... ♥
Re: The Italian Web Part 6
anonymous
June 23 2010, 21:47:38 UTC
YOU ; U ; ♥ YOU CHARACTERIZE THEM BOTH PERFECTLY. I can't recall a single fic where Spain and Romano are more in character and STAY in character. This will forever in my mind be one of my favourite Spain/Romano fills.
Lovino let go of his arm once they were behind the bushes and away from the guests. Antonio rubbed his sore arm, a result of the strong grip on him. He noted that Lovino was getting stronger with time.
“You better tell me right now if you did anything to traumatize those children,” Lovino started.
Antonio placed his palm against the back of his neck, delivering a ridiculous smile Lovino’s way which meant in all consideration that he was guilty as charged, but he was not about to admit it, at least not completely.
“I don’t think that counted as traumatizing,” Antonio responded. “And it shouldn’t be my fault that I was assigned to the kids’ table.”
“Idiot, it’s because you’re supposed to be good with children.”
Coming from Lovino, it should have been a compliment, but despite Antonio’s positive outlook on almost everything, he interpreted it as a sarcastic insult instead.
“Kids learn how to band together to fight against a moron like you,” Lovino specified with his arms crossed over his chest.
It really was an insult after all. Antonio let out a defeated sigh, feeling his shoulders sag at the same time. Just like the people who lived in his house, Lovino was very vocal about his hate with no regard to how much of a mean jerk he tended to be. But Antonio raised him and that only meant that he was to blame.
“But they end up liking you in the end anyway, bastard,” Lovino muttered additionally. It sounded incomprehensible but it was still audible enough to those who tried hard enough to hear it. Then again, with Antonio’s skill at being distracted, all he heard was the last few words and so he coaxed Lovino into saying it again. Lovino, predictably, declined while turning an unhealthy shade of red. Nevertheless, the shade of red seemed to give him confidence as he continued on with the subtle flattery. That dance also did well to loosen him up.
“I always see you in casual clothes, but you look good in that suit,” Lovino said while looking away. From the side, it was hard not to notice his burning ears.
“I do not look like a goof in this suit,” Antonio protested with a pout. “It’s just messy from all the things thrown at me and anyway, your brother said I look good in it.”
Lovino proceeded to throttle Antonio, yelling every now and then some random phrases about how hard it was to say embarrassing things or how Antonio had selective hearing or how his stupid brother always got the credit. From the looks of it, Lovino had every intention of making the lack of air in Antonio’s system last just a little longer. Thankfully, he let go before he passed out. By then, Antonio was coughing repeatedly and holding on to his neck in a protective manner.
“I was just about to say how cute you were dancing the tarantella,” Antonio said with a hoarse throat.
“Stop using the word cute, damn it. I haven’t been cute in a long time.”
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“You’re right, you aren’t cute,” Antonio said seriously to which Lovino’s response was a surprised raise of his eyebrow.
“You’re handsome,” Antonio then proclaimed with an enthusiasm accompanying his sing-song voice. Said proclamation caused Lovino’s eyebrow to twitch. Not before long, he was hitting his fist against Antonio’s arm in another show of violent behavior.
“Don’t say it like that, god damn it,” Lovino scolded.
“But it’s true,” Antonio persisted. “No wonder all the ladies fall for you.”
Praises continued to spill forth from Antonio’s mouth and because they had been loud from the very beginning, people started checking behind the bushes to inquire about the source of the commotion. Antonio was not surprised when he was pulled aside and stuffed into a nearby bathroom by Lovino. The door was locked behind them.
Antonio laughed at Lovino’s red face, poking his cheeks the way he always did. Lovino was not happy and shoved Antonio against the door.
“Dame un beso,” he said, staring straight into his eyes.
Antonio continued laughing while holding his stomach. He couldn’t even control himself.
“I’m not surprised that those are the only words you learned from me considering that you use it to chase after girls with your handsome face,” he said.
“Damn it, take me seriously,” Lovino said. He was trying his best to get his point across, but Antonio continued to laugh with tears in his eyes, probably not hearing what he said.
Instead of futilely trying to explain himself and because his former boss was inept at understanding what was right in front of him, soul being bared and all, Lovino kissed him - hard but slow because the dimwit would probably need the time to process it.
“God damned annoying,” Lovino muttered when he broke off the kiss, but he didn’t stop there. Antonio thought he was going to faint when Lovino dropped down to his knees and undid his belt buckle.
“Umm,” he could only say. It was useless to say anything else because the image of Lovino unzipping his pants and rather hastily taking him into his mouth was tantalizing. That first connection with the hot, moist mouth made him bang both palms against the door behind him. He also felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he let out a long, loud utterance of satisfaction. Lovino sent him a dirty look, probably telling him to keep it down but there was no way he’d be able to do that. Antonio never held back.
So lost in satisfaction was Antonio that he thrashed about in the tiny space watching Lovino’s head bob in and out, his own hips rocking forward to get more of it. Lovino put a stop to that, however, when he gripped Antonio’s hips with both hands and slammed it against the door, holding it in place with a powerful, almost bruising grip. He was definitely masculine, dominant and oh-so-handsome as he put that vulgar mouth to good use. Antonio placed his hands on Lovino’s hair but it was immediately swatted away. He was a conundrum, really - so giving but still so cruel.
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Antonio did not hold back in the least when he climaxed, grasping at a towel rack he managed to get a hold of and breaking it in the process. When Lovino let go of him, Antonio let himself slide down the door to sit on the ground and collect himself. He was breathing heavily, but he was sated in probably the same way Lovino felt after dancing only to be ruined by the sight of him a few seconds later.
“Lovino,” he started to say when the Italian suddenly went for the sink to spit and repeatedly gurgle with tap water like he’d just tasted bile or swallowed some sort of awful poison.
“Ah! How insulting,” Antonio uttered from his position on the ground. How was that supposed to be sexy? “And you were even so eager.”
“Shut up!” Lovino screamed at him before kicking his shoulder.
“You ruined my suit,” Antonio complained while he zipped himself up and arranged his clothing. He failed to remember that it was already ruined even before their encounter.
“Go to hell,” was Lovino’s response before giving him the finger and then unlocking the bathroom door. He was out of there with Antonio still on the floor even before any protests could be made. Antonio continued to process the situation from the moment he’d been kissed but nothing calculated and no answer came out of it.
“I am so confused,” he wailed to himself, sneaking a peek to check if Lovino was still within the vicinity. He actually was, right outside the door, muttering about how dancing alone at the end gave him some sort of bad luck because you never danced the tarantella alone. He also muttered about how he would never be cured from that damn idiot’s poisonous bite.
“Hurry up and fix that towel rack, you bastard,” he said, motioning with his hands to the reception still going on in the background. “The bride is probably looking for her one-eighth Spanish dipshit to rejoin the party.”
Antonio sulked but did what he was told, unable to dissect Lovino’s last, shrouded statement. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by anything and everything Italian, the bride was still and would always be part Spaniard and like Lovino, that was something impossible to get rid of for better or for worse.
End.
(Unrequited love works both ways, yes? Because Spain just doesn’t get it and Romano knows he doesn’t get it. Yes? No? *crosses fingers*)
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Here, have my cookies, internets, soul, etc.
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Great fill, anon! Funny and well-characterized and makes you want to brick Spain in the face, which I think is the measure of having done the Spain/S. Italy right, lol, sad as it is.
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Thank you so much! I was genuinely not expecting such an incredible fill for this. It absolutely made my day. ... Afternoon.
(You didn't really need to include the... oops... I should've made that clearer. Sorry D:)
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Oh poor Antonio...stop being so clueless but thats why we love you... ♥
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Why so oblivious, Spain?
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This will forever in my mind be one of my favourite Spain/Romano fills.
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