Nation A and B get into a bad argument. Doesn't have to be screaming/rage bad, but more like an everyday issue that gets twisted out of whack. Nation A decides that he's had it and locks the bedroom door (or sleeps on the couch, if you prefer). Now, B has to win him back through awkward seduction.
Twist? Nation B is usually the tsundere ... uh, less eager one when it comes to bed.
I bookmarked this forever ago to fill with Spain/Romano, and just now realized someone started filling with France/Switzerland. >_<;; I hope the filler doesn’t mind my attempting this!
Spain was an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot who was fucking stupid. Romano glared at the couch, never having felt more offended by a piece of furniture. This wasn’t the first night he’d been told to sleep here, oh no. Not even the second or the third. This was the fourth fucking night Romano had Spain’s bedroom door closed in his face. The fourth fucking night he’d been expected to sleep on old, worn cushions without any kind of physical affection from the man who was supposed to drown him in it, no matter how many times Romano protested.
And why was Spain being such a cold bastard? Apparently because Romano flirted too much with the bellas he met on the street, or in restaurants, or in the park, or in stores. Or on the bus. Or hotels. Or in bars and clubs. Or that one time in the elevator…
But he was fucking South Italy! Romancing beautiful women was in his blood! He never had any intention of taking it further or betraying Spain. So why did Spain act as if Romano had? Alright. Ok. Perhaps he did put on a bit of a show when Spain was present. Romano couldn’t explain why exactly, but there was something quite gratifying in the way Spain’s mouth tightened and his eyes sparked with jealousy when Romano showed affection towards a pretty girl.
If he were honest with himself, Spain had warned him several times that he didn’t like when Romano hit on girls. But how could Romano take him seriously? It was nights after Romano paid more attention to girls than to Spain that Spain took him home and made love to him with the most passion. How could Romano have predicted that Spain would do a 180 and show no passion towards him at all?
Fights between them were not as common as some would think. Romano grew annoyed with Spain all the time, but Spain would usually brush it off his shoulders with a smile. And Romano’s quick temper was nothing but that - quick. As soon as he burst out in anger, Spain only needed to wait a short while before Romano was calm again, as if nothing had happened. But when Spain started yelling back, it became serious.
Romano could still hear the echo of Spain’s angry voice in his mind. Could see Spain throwing his arms out as he demanded to know why Romano thought it was such fun to completely disregard his feelings. Why Romano didn’t seem to value their relationship at all.
“Bastard,” Romano muttered as he threw himself on the couch. If he didn’t value their relationship then he wouldn’t keep coming over and he wouldn’t be dedicating so much of his fucking life to fucking Spain. Did Spain even realize how much of Romano’s time he possessed? He saw the idiot nearly every day, and even when he wasn’t with him for a day, he was talking to him on the phone. How did the few minutes he spent flirting with a girl even come close to comparison?
Romano slammed his fist against the back of the couch. Spain’s frigidity was driving him crazy with frustration. It had been two weeks since they’d last had sex, and he wanted some bad. Spain was a total whore for laving affection on Romano, so how the hell was the bastard not caving in already? Since when did Spain hold onto a grudge for so long? Damn it, Romano was not going to be the first to give in. He wasn’t about to apologize and beg Spain to fuck him, no way. That bastard was going to realize how badly he wanted Romano, and then he was going to apologize for getting upset over such a simple, stupid thing.
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1b/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:05:41 UTC
Pretty girls were just pretty girls. Their soft curves and delicate features were meant to be appreciated and openly admired. They didn’t have hard muscles, and large hands, and a broad smile that made Romano’s heart skip a beat, and chapped lips that left tingles wherever they touched, and a resilience that allowed Romano to scratch and claw and grasp at their hair and skin without damaging them, and a large cock that stretched him and filled him until he was trembling with the overwhelming feeling of being completed.
Romano groaned and squirmed on the couch as his neglected body grew hot with arousal. He knew he was going to do as he’d done for nearly a week now, and jerk off by himself. He’d make a poor substitution for Spain’s cock with his fingers, and pretend that he was getting kissed with tongue instead of the pathetic pecks on the forehead and cheek that Spain had graced him with these past two weeks.
Fucking hell.
The next morning Spain descended the stairs all smiles, and Romano wanted nothing more than to punch that smile right off his face. How dare he appear so cheerful and refreshed when Romano had spent all night tossing and turning?
“Good morning, my little churro,” Spain sang out, pausing to kiss the top of Romano’s head. The cup of coffee in Romano’s hand shook as he fought off the urge to grab the back of Spain’s neck and yank him down into a proper kiss. He wouldn’t have even cared if Spain hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. That was how deprived he’d been.
“It’s a stupid morning,” Romano grumbled.
“I see you’ve made torrijas!”
“They’re stupid torrijas.”
Spain only laughed and sat himself down across from Romano. He grabbed a fork and stole a piece of Romano’s breakfast, and sent him a mischievous smile as he popped it into his mouth and chewed. Damn him for being so fucking cute. Romano pouted into his coffee cup, unable to comprehend how Spain wasn’t suffering like he was. He craved sex so badly. It was all he could think about.
It was time to start employing sneaky tactics. His first plan of action: make Spain feel guilty.
“Last night was terrible,” Romano sighed, giving Spain the saddest look he could muster.
Spain’s chewing paused for just a moment before he seemed to steel himself and swallow. “I’m sorry,” he said with a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice. “What can I do to make tonight better?”
Have sex with me! “The couch is really uncomfortable,” Romano said slowly, trying to get an invite into Spain’s bed without actually asking for one. “It’s not like your-not like where I usually sleep.”
Spain sighed. “Romano.”
“Spain!”
“Romano. You know I love you, but you’re not sleeping with me tonight,” Spain said firmly. He poured himself a cup of coffee as Romano gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a child. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
“Fine, fuck you!” Romano snapped, unable to help the outburst. Fucking Spain. Fuck!
Spain took a slow sip of coffee before glancing up at the kitchen clock. “Would you like to help boss pick some tomatoes for dinner before it gets too hot outside?”
“Go pick them yourself, bastard.”
“Only good little henchmen who help their bosses pick tomatoes get to eat them in the field,” Spain said with a waggle of his finger. Romano scowled and resisted the urge to bite that taunting finger, instead forking a large piece of torrija and shoving it into his mouth. He chewed in misery, wondering how the hell he could break Spain’s resolve. No immediate solutions were forthcoming, but it occurred to him that refusing to do what Spain wanted would probably not work in his favor.
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1c/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:08:36 UTC
Romano set his fork down and tried to put on a pleasant look. Judging by Spain’s somewhat disturbed expression, it wasn’t a very good pleasant look. “Ok,” Romano agreed. “Let’s go pick some fucking tomatoes.”
“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun and deciding to peel his shirt off. Romano caressed the tomato he held as he pictured Spain in nothing but old jeans and worn boots. He would shove Spain down into the dirt and lick salty sweat off his chest. Rub his ass against Spain’s denim covered lap. Romano swallowed as the day grew hotter, and his hand tightened around the tomato.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t do for sex in the field right then, the sun beating down on their bodies as they fucked hard and fast. Spain would press Romano into the cool earth and ravage his mouth, the lingering taste of coffee shared between their tongues. Romano gave a soft moan as his cock jerked with interest, and his hand squeezed the tomato with too much force. It burst inside his fist, its warm juices sliding over his skin and dripping towards the ground. Fuck.
He stared at his wet hand before lifting it to lick a bit of tomato juice off his wrist. As his tongue caressed his skin and tingled with delicious flavor, Romano froze, eyes widening. His sex-deprived brain whispered an idea to him, and before he had given it proper thought, he was running towards Spain.
Because how could Spain possibly resist a tomato-covered Romano? He would have to lick the juice off of Romano’s hand, and once Romano’s taste invaded his senses, there was no way he could avoid the need for more. Soon he’d have Romano on the ground, eating him entirely. Romano shivered and imagined crushing tomatoes and letting their juices drip all over his body, laying back and letting Spain’s tongue chase away every last sweet and sticky drop. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Romano?” Romano looked up at Spain with hazy eyes, his head registering the fact that Spain had just called his name, looking confused.
He held out his hand, showing Spain his wet palm and fingers. “The tomato,” Romano choked. “It burst in my hand.” He bit his lip, and his body itched as he waited for Spain to take his hand into his own and press his warm tongue against it. “It’s all wet and sticky.”
Spain’s brows knitted and Romano swore he took a step away, as if wary of his flushed and distressed henchman. “So wipe it off,” Spain said, as if it were the obvious solution.
“Th-that’s a waste,” Romano protested. “You get rid of it.”
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1d/?
anonymous
June 7 2011, 03:10:45 UTC
Spain focused his attention on a tomato in front of him. After fitting it into the curve of his palm and squeezing with just the slightest bit of pressure to test its firmness, he sighed and turned back towards Romano. With a resigned smile, he nodded and grasped Romano’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips. Romano sucked in a breath and his eyes grew dark as Spain pressed a light kiss to the end of one fingertip. Then meeting Romano’s gaze, Spain opened his mouth and sucked it inside. Romano made a strangled noise as the tight heat and wetness of Spain’s mouth surrounded his finger, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Spain sucked hard on it. Oh, fuck. He squirmed, his cock urging him to relocate Spain’s brilliant mouth to a lower region. Spain kept his lips a tight seal around Romano’s finger as he eased it out of his mouth again, making sure no drop of tomato juice remained on the warm skin.
Then he took the next finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Romano bit his lower lip so hard, he thought it might bleed. He watched as Spain laved attention on each finger, licking and sucking until each was clean, and taking his time in doing so. Romano couldn’t breathe properly, and he shifted from one foot to the other, his cock getting hard as his imagination ran wild. Fuck, he needed Spain to hurry up so he could put that mouth to work on the rest of his body. When Spain was satisfied with the state of Romano’s fingers, he pressed his tongue flat against Romano’s palm and licked hard. He then let the tip of his tongue glide across the rest of Romano’s hand, light enough only to capture the last trails of tomato juice. Romano shivered and tried not to rock too much on his heels as Spain’s tongue tickled like mad.
Finally Spain drew his mouth away and straightened himself out. “Ok,” he said with a bright smile. “All clean.”
Something like cold dread filled Romano’s stomach as Spain turned back towards the plants again. Oh, fuck. “Spain…” he started, trying hard not to whine. His hand fell between his legs to press against the erection that Spain’s tongue had provoked. He couldn’t really be planning to stop there, could he?
“Romano, we have to pick our tomatoes before it gets too hot.” Spain didn’t even look at him.
Romano swallowed hard and stared in embarrassment at the tent in his pants. Fuck it all. The seduction hadn’t worked! Not only had Spain been unaffected by Romano’s plan, but the bastard had turned the tables on him and got him all worked up without any intention of helping him finish. Romano pulled his hat low over his flushed face and managed to stutter, “I-I have to go inside for a few minutes.” He didn’t even want to see Spain’s face as he turned and darted towards the house.
Re: [Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 1d/?
anonymous
June 8 2011, 20:41:18 UTC
:) this is really nice so far anon!
I also enjoy how the reason for Spain's neglect/angryface is Romano flirting with women (which is hilarious and sexy all on its own), rather than the sadly more typical, over-the-top, irrationally bitchy whiny behavior that Romano is characterized by so often.
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 2a/?
anonymous
June 13 2011, 00:50:49 UTC
Romano avoided Spain for most of the day, but as the evening neared he felt neglected. He picked at his dinner while he sulked, and kept shooting Spain pitiful glances. The other hadn’t even questioned why Romano ran off earlier, though he had to have known why. Stupid Spain. Romano would never forgive him for that stunt he pulled. Well, maybe he would. If Spain apologized in the proper way. Tonight.
Feeling Romano’s gaze, Spain looked up and offered him a smile. “What’s up?” he asked, playing oblivious. Romano scowled, hoping his anger would somehow get through to Spain. The bastard didn’t seem to understand that the world wasn’t, in fact, made of sunshine and rainbows, and some people did not like going two weeks without sex, and did not like being made fun of, and Romano wanted sex, damn it!
“Nothing!” Romano snapped. He slammed his fork down against the table, and crossed his arms over his chest. Spain shrugged and continued eating, while the clock drew Romano’s attention. Every tick of the second hand told Romano he had one less second to convince Spain of sleeping with him before the door to his room closed shut for the night. Romano chewed on his lower lip as he tried to think of a way to tempt Spain. Tomatoes hadn’t worked, somehow, but-
How had tomatoes not worked?
Never mind. Romano had to depend less on Spain’s favorite foods and more on things Spain loved that were directly related to sex. Romano narrowed his eyes at Spain and tried to think of what his turn-ons were. He liked when Romano took initiative. Well, Romano was taking plenty of initiative now thanks to him, and Spain wasn’t affected at all, that bastard. So what else? Spain liked teasing Romano. Dear God, did he like teasing him. He liked grabbing Romano’s curl and tugging and licking it, and then laughing at Romano when he squirmed and shouted for him to stop. He liked tickling all of Romano’s most sensitive spots, and tying him up so that he was rendered helpless. He liked bringing him right to the edge, and then-
“Are you finished, Romano?”
“No,” Romano answered, then realized Spain was inquiring about dinner. “I mean yes.” Then he realized he hadn’t formulated a plan yet! “I mean no!”
Spain laughed, and stood up with his plate in hand. “Well make up your mind, so I know when I can clear your dishes.”
Shit! Romano had to think fast! Ok, what else, what else. What were things Romano did that Spain really liked? He liked, um, for Romano to smile! Well, fuck that. Romano wasn’t smiling for this bastard, not after what he was putting him through. Maybe if things grew really desperate. What else? Oh!
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 2b/?
anonymous
June 13 2011, 00:52:50 UTC
“I’m done!” Romano yelled, jumping up. He threw himself from his seat and took off running out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards Spain’s bedroom. Spain loved seeing Romano in his clothes! He thought it was the cutest thing in the world to see the way his shirts hung on Romano, far too big for his slender and much less muscular frame. If Romano could just get his hands on one of Spain’s tops, then Spain wouldn’t stand a chance. He knew the layout of Spain’s bedroom by heart and cackled evilly when he found a shirt in record time. Poor Spain. He was going to be having sex tonight whether he liked it or not.
The shirt was an older one, but a favorite of Spain’s, with long sleeves that Spain liked to roll to his elbows and a collar that Romano liked to grab when Spain’s attention was wandering. It was cream colored and laced upwards from the chest with dark red string, also conducive to capturing Spain’s attention. Or strangling him. Romano debated with himself on whether or not to wear it right away, but when he considered the fact that he hadn’t had sex in two weeks, the decision became obvious. Romano tore off everything but his boxer briefs and threw them aside.
As he slipped the shirt over his head, Romano couldn’t help but notice that it even smelled like Spain. He took a moment to inhale Spain’s scent and felt his heart flutter. He missed this scent. He missed Spain draping his body across Romano’s like the shirt draped now. He missed being touched and pleasured by someone who knew his body like he knew the map of his own country. Fucking hell. Romano dropped himself onto Spain’s bed and snuggled into the shirt. It was old and worn and everything Romano didn’t allow his fashionable wardrobe to be. And he loved it.
He bet he looked adorable in it, too. Ah, Spain. Being a pervert had its consequences~. Romano smirked and lifted an arm covered by a sleeve so long it hung past his hand to sniff the scent of the fabric again. If only it hadn’t been washed, then the smell of Spain’s cologne wouldn’t be so faint. Romano’s eyes flickered toward the top of the dresser where Spain kept various bottles of cologne and aftershave. There was one in particular that drove him crazy, but he never mentioned it to Spain lest he be given anymore weapons against Romano than he already had. Romano slipped off the bed and padded over to the dresser where he ran his fingers along the glass bottles until they rested on the second most expensive one Spain owned. He picked it up and spritzed just a bit on the front of the shirt and the sleeves. He was sure Spain wouldn’t mind. Probably.
It smelled so good. Romano sighed softly as he felt himself tingle with arousal. He really wished Spain would hurry the fuck up and get his ass to bed. He felt too warm, and he had the strangest inclination to lie on top of Spain and rub against him over and over. It was the fucking shirt making his whole body over sensitized. He bet Spain would make him wear the shirt the entire time they had sex. He was so perverted like that. He would probably rub and pinch Romano’s nipples through the fabric, and trap his arms by tying the ends of the sleeves together. And the shirt was so long, he would probably-
Blushing, Romano slipped off his boxer briefs from underneath the shirt and tossed them to lie with the rest of his clothes. Maybe Spain would work Romano’s cock until it became erect and show him how it stretched the shirt and created a little damp spot at the tip. Romano scratched behind his ear awkwardly and glanced toward the door, not sure why he was so relieved no one saw that little last-minute decision. Spain was perverted, not him. Right.
[Part 15] Spain/Romano - Withholding Sex, Seduction Part 2c/?
anonymous
June 13 2011, 00:54:02 UTC
Damn it, he was getting hard. Romano grasped the hem of the shirt and tried to position it so that his arousal wasn’t obvious. He didn’t want Spain to think that sex was his intention. Spain was the one who was supposed to initiate it! Maybe he shouldn’t have sprayed that cologne on himself. All he could smell was sex, and it had been so long-
“Romano?”
Romano jumped at his name, and everything he could have said to provoke Spain flew from his head. Instead his cheeks grew hot as Spain stared at the hem of his shirt fisted in Romano’s hands. Romano swallowed and took a tentative step forward, wondering when Spain would scoop him up and throw him onto the bed.
After staring for what seemed like far too long a time, Spain looked away, a discouraging frown on his face. “Why are you wearing that?” he asked.
“Um.” Ineloquence was the last thing Romano needed at the moment. “I’m wearing it… to bed?” Somehow it came out as a question, and Romano felt his face redden further. The entire situation had become awkward, and he rather wished he had kept his boxers on.
Spain’s eyes fell on the pile of clothes by his dresser, and he took in a deep breath before saying, “I think it’s a bit too large for you. Don’t you?” Romano’s heart sank as the situation became hopeless. He glared at the shirt, blaming it for another lonely night on Spain’s couch awaiting him. It should have worked, damn it. This was obviously the wrong shirt to have chosen.
Spain collected Romano’s discarded clothes and walked over to drop them into his arms. Romano pouted the entire time, embarrassed and frustrated. Stupid shirt. Stupid Spain. Stupid couch. He started to march from the room, but Spain grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled Romano back for a quick kiss on the forehead. “Good night,” he murmured.
Romano’s heart thudded in his chest and he left, feeling confused. So Spain would give him goodnight kisses, but not sex? Not even angry sex? He obviously didn’t understand how being mad at someone worked. He couldn’t punish Romano and at the same time act as if he still loved him! Right?
Well, at least Romano got to keep the shirt. He dumped his clothes beside the couch and then dropped onto the cushions, snuggling into Spain’s shirt and breathing deeply. Arousal assaulted him once again, and he snuck a hand underneath the hem of the shirt to touch himself because someone else wouldn’t. Damn it.
Part 1 Thank Yous
anonymous
June 13 2011, 00:56:08 UTC
Anon1: He’s going to start off relatively normal, then… well, then things will get a little weird XD Thank you for commenting! I hope you enjoy the next part!
Anon2: Thank you so much! ^_^ I’m glad you find it sexy~ And hopefully when we get to the actual sex, it will be even more so!
Anon3: Thank you!!! I didn’t even think someone would appreciate the choice of conflict between Romano and Spain, but I’m glad you like it! For me, an irrational Romano can be cute at times, but overdoing it can take away from how seriously his character is taken. Er. It makes sense in my head ;_; Hopefully he doesn’t get too bad in the rest of the fic >_< He’s definitely not happy after being denied sexytimes…
Anon4: *laughs* This fic loves stalkers! Thank you so much! <3
Anon5: Spain is so boss. You’d think Romano should know that by now ^_~ Thank you for commenting! I love writing Spain topping the hell out of Romano…
Nation A and B get into a bad argument. Doesn't have to be screaming/rage bad, but more like an everyday issue that gets twisted out of whack. Nation A decides that he's had it and locks the bedroom door (or sleeps on the couch, if you prefer). Now, B has to win him back through awkward seduction.
Twist? Nation B is usually the tsundere ... uh, less eager one when it comes to bed.
I bookmarked this forever ago to fill with Spain/Romano, and just now realized someone started filling with France/Switzerland. >_<;; I hope the filler doesn’t mind my attempting this!
Spain was an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot who was fucking stupid. Romano glared at the couch, never having felt more offended by a piece of furniture. This wasn’t the first night he’d been told to sleep here, oh no. Not even the second or the third. This was the fourth fucking night Romano had Spain’s bedroom door closed in his face. The fourth fucking night he’d been expected to sleep on old, worn cushions without any kind of physical affection from the man who was supposed to drown him in it, no matter how many times Romano protested.
And why was Spain being such a cold bastard? Apparently because Romano flirted too much with the bellas he met on the street, or in restaurants, or in the park, or in stores. Or on the bus. Or hotels. Or in bars and clubs. Or that one time in the elevator…
But he was fucking South Italy! Romancing beautiful women was in his blood! He never had any intention of taking it further or betraying Spain. So why did Spain act as if Romano had? Alright. Ok. Perhaps he did put on a bit of a show when Spain was present. Romano couldn’t explain why exactly, but there was something quite gratifying in the way Spain’s mouth tightened and his eyes sparked with jealousy when Romano showed affection towards a pretty girl.
If he were honest with himself, Spain had warned him several times that he didn’t like when Romano hit on girls. But how could Romano take him seriously? It was nights after Romano paid more attention to girls than to Spain that Spain took him home and made love to him with the most passion. How could Romano have predicted that Spain would do a 180 and show no passion towards him at all?
Fights between them were not as common as some would think. Romano grew annoyed with Spain all the time, but Spain would usually brush it off his shoulders with a smile. And Romano’s quick temper was nothing but that - quick. As soon as he burst out in anger, Spain only needed to wait a short while before Romano was calm again, as if nothing had happened. But when Spain started yelling back, it became serious.
Romano could still hear the echo of Spain’s angry voice in his mind. Could see Spain throwing his arms out as he demanded to know why Romano thought it was such fun to completely disregard his feelings. Why Romano didn’t seem to value their relationship at all.
“Bastard,” Romano muttered as he threw himself on the couch. If he didn’t value their relationship then he wouldn’t keep coming over and he wouldn’t be dedicating so much of his fucking life to fucking Spain. Did Spain even realize how much of Romano’s time he possessed? He saw the idiot nearly every day, and even when he wasn’t with him for a day, he was talking to him on the phone. How did the few minutes he spent flirting with a girl even come close to comparison?
Romano slammed his fist against the back of the couch. Spain’s frigidity was driving him crazy with frustration. It had been two weeks since they’d last had sex, and he wanted some bad. Spain was a total whore for laving affection on Romano, so how the hell was the bastard not caving in already? Since when did Spain hold onto a grudge for so long? Damn it, Romano was not going to be the first to give in. He wasn’t about to apologize and beg Spain to fuck him, no way. That bastard was going to realize how badly he wanted Romano, and then he was going to apologize for getting upset over such a simple, stupid thing.
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Romano groaned and squirmed on the couch as his neglected body grew hot with arousal. He knew he was going to do as he’d done for nearly a week now, and jerk off by himself. He’d make a poor substitution for Spain’s cock with his fingers, and pretend that he was getting kissed with tongue instead of the pathetic pecks on the forehead and cheek that Spain had graced him with these past two weeks.
Fucking hell.
The next morning Spain descended the stairs all smiles, and Romano wanted nothing more than to punch that smile right off his face. How dare he appear so cheerful and refreshed when Romano had spent all night tossing and turning?
“Good morning, my little churro,” Spain sang out, pausing to kiss the top of Romano’s head. The cup of coffee in Romano’s hand shook as he fought off the urge to grab the back of Spain’s neck and yank him down into a proper kiss. He wouldn’t have even cared if Spain hadn’t brushed his teeth yet. That was how deprived he’d been.
“It’s a stupid morning,” Romano grumbled.
“I see you’ve made torrijas!”
“They’re stupid torrijas.”
Spain only laughed and sat himself down across from Romano. He grabbed a fork and stole a piece of Romano’s breakfast, and sent him a mischievous smile as he popped it into his mouth and chewed. Damn him for being so fucking cute. Romano pouted into his coffee cup, unable to comprehend how Spain wasn’t suffering like he was. He craved sex so badly. It was all he could think about.
It was time to start employing sneaky tactics. His first plan of action: make Spain feel guilty.
“Last night was terrible,” Romano sighed, giving Spain the saddest look he could muster.
Spain’s chewing paused for just a moment before he seemed to steel himself and swallow. “I’m sorry,” he said with a surprising amount of sincerity in his voice. “What can I do to make tonight better?”
Have sex with me! “The couch is really uncomfortable,” Romano said slowly, trying to get an invite into Spain’s bed without actually asking for one. “It’s not like your-not like where I usually sleep.”
Spain sighed. “Romano.”
“Spain!”
“Romano. You know I love you, but you’re not sleeping with me tonight,” Spain said firmly. He poured himself a cup of coffee as Romano gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a child. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
“Fine, fuck you!” Romano snapped, unable to help the outburst. Fucking Spain. Fuck!
Spain took a slow sip of coffee before glancing up at the kitchen clock. “Would you like to help boss pick some tomatoes for dinner before it gets too hot outside?”
“Go pick them yourself, bastard.”
“Only good little henchmen who help their bosses pick tomatoes get to eat them in the field,” Spain said with a waggle of his finger. Romano scowled and resisted the urge to bite that taunting finger, instead forking a large piece of torrija and shoving it into his mouth. He chewed in misery, wondering how the hell he could break Spain’s resolve. No immediate solutions were forthcoming, but it occurred to him that refusing to do what Spain wanted would probably not work in his favor.
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“Let’s pick the ones that aren’t. I’d hate to disturb two tomatoes in the middle of their love-making.”
Romano giggled before he could help it, then had to jump up and punch Spain in the arm to make up for it. Spain cringed, and Romano ran out of the room to slip on his shoes and grab his hat. Maybe picking tomatoes would help to distract him from his current situation. Maybe the taste would be orgasmic enough to replace an actual orgasm. Romano sighed as he finished lacing up his boots and snatched the large hat that protected him from the sun. Yeah fucking right.
Fifteen minutes after wandering into the fields, Romano realized that tomatoes didn’t even provide the slightest bit of distraction. In fact, he kept looking over towards where Spain kneeled, fantasizing about him getting hot and sweaty underneath the sun and deciding to peel his shirt off. Romano caressed the tomato he held as he pictured Spain in nothing but old jeans and worn boots. He would shove Spain down into the dirt and lick salty sweat off his chest. Rub his ass against Spain’s denim covered lap. Romano swallowed as the day grew hotter, and his hand tightened around the tomato.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t do for sex in the field right then, the sun beating down on their bodies as they fucked hard and fast. Spain would press Romano into the cool earth and ravage his mouth, the lingering taste of coffee shared between their tongues. Romano gave a soft moan as his cock jerked with interest, and his hand squeezed the tomato with too much force. It burst inside his fist, its warm juices sliding over his skin and dripping towards the ground. Fuck.
He stared at his wet hand before lifting it to lick a bit of tomato juice off his wrist. As his tongue caressed his skin and tingled with delicious flavor, Romano froze, eyes widening. His sex-deprived brain whispered an idea to him, and before he had given it proper thought, he was running towards Spain.
Because how could Spain possibly resist a tomato-covered Romano? He would have to lick the juice off of Romano’s hand, and once Romano’s taste invaded his senses, there was no way he could avoid the need for more. Soon he’d have Romano on the ground, eating him entirely. Romano shivered and imagined crushing tomatoes and letting their juices drip all over his body, laying back and letting Spain’s tongue chase away every last sweet and sticky drop. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Romano?” Romano looked up at Spain with hazy eyes, his head registering the fact that Spain had just called his name, looking confused.
He held out his hand, showing Spain his wet palm and fingers. “The tomato,” Romano choked. “It burst in my hand.” He bit his lip, and his body itched as he waited for Spain to take his hand into his own and press his warm tongue against it. “It’s all wet and sticky.”
Spain’s brows knitted and Romano swore he took a step away, as if wary of his flushed and distressed henchman. “So wipe it off,” Spain said, as if it were the obvious solution.
“Th-that’s a waste,” Romano protested. “You get rid of it.”
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Then he took the next finger into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Romano bit his lower lip so hard, he thought it might bleed. He watched as Spain laved attention on each finger, licking and sucking until each was clean, and taking his time in doing so. Romano couldn’t breathe properly, and he shifted from one foot to the other, his cock getting hard as his imagination ran wild. Fuck, he needed Spain to hurry up so he could put that mouth to work on the rest of his body. When Spain was satisfied with the state of Romano’s fingers, he pressed his tongue flat against Romano’s palm and licked hard. He then let the tip of his tongue glide across the rest of Romano’s hand, light enough only to capture the last trails of tomato juice. Romano shivered and tried not to rock too much on his heels as Spain’s tongue tickled like mad.
Finally Spain drew his mouth away and straightened himself out. “Ok,” he said with a bright smile. “All clean.”
Something like cold dread filled Romano’s stomach as Spain turned back towards the plants again. Oh, fuck. “Spain…” he started, trying hard not to whine. His hand fell between his legs to press against the erection that Spain’s tongue had provoked. He couldn’t really be planning to stop there, could he?
“Romano, we have to pick our tomatoes before it gets too hot.” Spain didn’t even look at him.
Romano swallowed hard and stared in embarrassment at the tent in his pants. Fuck it all. The seduction hadn’t worked! Not only had Spain been unaffected by Romano’s plan, but the bastard had turned the tables on him and got him all worked up without any intention of helping him finish. Romano pulled his hat low over his flushed face and managed to stutter, “I-I have to go inside for a few minutes.” He didn’t even want to see Spain’s face as he turned and darted towards the house.
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I also enjoy how the reason for Spain's neglect/angryface is Romano flirting with women (which is hilarious and sexy all on its own), rather than the sadly more typical, over-the-top, irrationally bitchy whiny behavior that Romano is characterized by so often.
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Brilliant, author!non ♥
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I hope Romano learns his lesson quick so Spain can hurry up and top the hell out of him. ♥
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Feeling Romano’s gaze, Spain looked up and offered him a smile. “What’s up?” he asked, playing oblivious. Romano scowled, hoping his anger would somehow get through to Spain. The bastard didn’t seem to understand that the world wasn’t, in fact, made of sunshine and rainbows, and some people did not like going two weeks without sex, and did not like being made fun of, and Romano wanted sex, damn it!
“Nothing!” Romano snapped. He slammed his fork down against the table, and crossed his arms over his chest. Spain shrugged and continued eating, while the clock drew Romano’s attention. Every tick of the second hand told Romano he had one less second to convince Spain of sleeping with him before the door to his room closed shut for the night. Romano chewed on his lower lip as he tried to think of a way to tempt Spain. Tomatoes hadn’t worked, somehow, but-
How had tomatoes not worked?
Never mind. Romano had to depend less on Spain’s favorite foods and more on things Spain loved that were directly related to sex. Romano narrowed his eyes at Spain and tried to think of what his turn-ons were. He liked when Romano took initiative. Well, Romano was taking plenty of initiative now thanks to him, and Spain wasn’t affected at all, that bastard. So what else? Spain liked teasing Romano. Dear God, did he like teasing him. He liked grabbing Romano’s curl and tugging and licking it, and then laughing at Romano when he squirmed and shouted for him to stop. He liked tickling all of Romano’s most sensitive spots, and tying him up so that he was rendered helpless. He liked bringing him right to the edge, and then-
“Are you finished, Romano?”
“No,” Romano answered, then realized Spain was inquiring about dinner. “I mean yes.” Then he realized he hadn’t formulated a plan yet! “I mean no!”
Spain laughed, and stood up with his plate in hand. “Well make up your mind, so I know when I can clear your dishes.”
Shit! Romano had to think fast! Ok, what else, what else. What were things Romano did that Spain really liked? He liked, um, for Romano to smile! Well, fuck that. Romano wasn’t smiling for this bastard, not after what he was putting him through. Maybe if things grew really desperate. What else? Oh!
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The shirt was an older one, but a favorite of Spain’s, with long sleeves that Spain liked to roll to his elbows and a collar that Romano liked to grab when Spain’s attention was wandering. It was cream colored and laced upwards from the chest with dark red string, also conducive to capturing Spain’s attention. Or strangling him. Romano debated with himself on whether or not to wear it right away, but when he considered the fact that he hadn’t had sex in two weeks, the decision became obvious. Romano tore off everything but his boxer briefs and threw them aside.
As he slipped the shirt over his head, Romano couldn’t help but notice that it even smelled like Spain. He took a moment to inhale Spain’s scent and felt his heart flutter. He missed this scent. He missed Spain draping his body across Romano’s like the shirt draped now. He missed being touched and pleasured by someone who knew his body like he knew the map of his own country. Fucking hell. Romano dropped himself onto Spain’s bed and snuggled into the shirt. It was old and worn and everything Romano didn’t allow his fashionable wardrobe to be. And he loved it.
He bet he looked adorable in it, too. Ah, Spain. Being a pervert had its consequences~. Romano smirked and lifted an arm covered by a sleeve so long it hung past his hand to sniff the scent of the fabric again. If only it hadn’t been washed, then the smell of Spain’s cologne wouldn’t be so faint. Romano’s eyes flickered toward the top of the dresser where Spain kept various bottles of cologne and aftershave. There was one in particular that drove him crazy, but he never mentioned it to Spain lest he be given anymore weapons against Romano than he already had. Romano slipped off the bed and padded over to the dresser where he ran his fingers along the glass bottles until they rested on the second most expensive one Spain owned. He picked it up and spritzed just a bit on the front of the shirt and the sleeves. He was sure Spain wouldn’t mind. Probably.
It smelled so good. Romano sighed softly as he felt himself tingle with arousal. He really wished Spain would hurry the fuck up and get his ass to bed. He felt too warm, and he had the strangest inclination to lie on top of Spain and rub against him over and over. It was the fucking shirt making his whole body over sensitized. He bet Spain would make him wear the shirt the entire time they had sex. He was so perverted like that. He would probably rub and pinch Romano’s nipples through the fabric, and trap his arms by tying the ends of the sleeves together. And the shirt was so long, he would probably-
Blushing, Romano slipped off his boxer briefs from underneath the shirt and tossed them to lie with the rest of his clothes. Maybe Spain would work Romano’s cock until it became erect and show him how it stretched the shirt and created a little damp spot at the tip. Romano scratched behind his ear awkwardly and glanced toward the door, not sure why he was so relieved no one saw that little last-minute decision. Spain was perverted, not him. Right.
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“Romano?”
Romano jumped at his name, and everything he could have said to provoke Spain flew from his head. Instead his cheeks grew hot as Spain stared at the hem of his shirt fisted in Romano’s hands. Romano swallowed and took a tentative step forward, wondering when Spain would scoop him up and throw him onto the bed.
After staring for what seemed like far too long a time, Spain looked away, a discouraging frown on his face. “Why are you wearing that?” he asked.
“Um.” Ineloquence was the last thing Romano needed at the moment. “I’m wearing it… to bed?” Somehow it came out as a question, and Romano felt his face redden further. The entire situation had become awkward, and he rather wished he had kept his boxers on.
Spain’s eyes fell on the pile of clothes by his dresser, and he took in a deep breath before saying, “I think it’s a bit too large for you. Don’t you?” Romano’s heart sank as the situation became hopeless. He glared at the shirt, blaming it for another lonely night on Spain’s couch awaiting him. It should have worked, damn it. This was obviously the wrong shirt to have chosen.
Spain collected Romano’s discarded clothes and walked over to drop them into his arms. Romano pouted the entire time, embarrassed and frustrated. Stupid shirt. Stupid Spain. Stupid couch. He started to march from the room, but Spain grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled Romano back for a quick kiss on the forehead. “Good night,” he murmured.
Romano’s heart thudded in his chest and he left, feeling confused. So Spain would give him goodnight kisses, but not sex? Not even angry sex? He obviously didn’t understand how being mad at someone worked. He couldn’t punish Romano and at the same time act as if he still loved him! Right?
Well, at least Romano got to keep the shirt. He dumped his clothes beside the couch and then dropped onto the cushions, snuggling into Spain’s shirt and breathing deeply. Arousal assaulted him once again, and he snuck a hand underneath the hem of the shirt to touch himself because someone else wouldn’t. Damn it.
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Anon2: Thank you so much! ^_^ I’m glad you find it sexy~ And hopefully when we get to the actual sex, it will be even more so!
Anon3: Thank you!!! I didn’t even think someone would appreciate the choice of conflict between Romano and Spain, but I’m glad you like it! For me, an irrational Romano can be cute at times, but overdoing it can take away from how seriously his character is taken. Er. It makes sense in my head ;_; Hopefully he doesn’t get too bad in the rest of the fic >_< He’s definitely not happy after being denied sexytimes…
Anon4: *laughs* This fic loves stalkers! Thank you so much! <3
Anon5: Spain is so boss. You’d think Romano should know that by now ^_~ Thank you for commenting! I love writing Spain topping the hell out of Romano…
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xD But I'm still loving this fill and all the awkward sexiness in it! (lol, that's not a phrase I use too often)
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Agreeing with above anon, Romano needs to apologize already. These two are so stupid around each other, argh. xD
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And a!anon, sorry if I am wrong, but are you the anon who wrote that other really delicious Spamano fill where Romano isn't too, well, confident?
Captcha: virtuoso sedTen. Austria is sad that he doesn't get a screen time? >__>;;
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