[Fanfic] Countryside
Recent obsession with the crack series Fairly OddParents made it hard to concentrate on writing pr0n. but here you have one! Please enjoy!
Also a question... how many of you would freak out if I were to post a one-shot on FOP? It'd be nothing weird, just a family shot. There again, I am not sure people would even read it so... *small fandoms. always the small ones*
This was written for Kotoko_skoal for the Itacest Secret Santa.
Title: Countryside
Author/Artist: Me, MasterFranny.
Character(s): North Italy, South Italy. South/North.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut. Food fight.
Summary: The brothers have a picnic together that leads to something yummier than just food.
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“Oi, Feli, do you have everything with you? I’m not going to come back here if you forget something important!”
South Italy tapped his foot on the floor, glaring at his brother.
Italy quickly checked in both of his bags, but was satisfied to see he had everything he needed right there. Smiling happily and nodding, he gently brushed his fingers on Romano’s arm as he exited their house, followed by his older brother.
The two had decided to spend a Sunday together without interference from other countries, and since it was the first nice day after almost eight days of rain, they had decided to have a picnic outside.
Stretching as his skin was hit by cool air, Italy bounced to their car and stuffed all the bags into the backseats, careful not to squeeze anything too much.
South Italy grunted at the sight of his happy brother and locked the front door. He knew perfectly well that Italy had indeed left something behind, but at least it had been on purpose -both of their phones were in their shared bedroom, on the mattress, and were shut off.
Nobody was going to call them and ruin their day off, and Romano felt rightfully smug as he thought that if Germany tried to call his brother, he would also find out he could not.
Satisfied, he moved to the driver’s seat, ignoring the way Italy pouted at this.
“Ve~ it’s not nice, you’re always the one driving! Why can’t I drive for once?”
“Don’t even think about it, Feli,” he grunted, putting on his seatbelt. “You’re a wimp when it comes to driving!”
Pouting but admitting defeat, Italy climbed on the front seat at his brother’s side and fastened his seatbelt as well, rolling down the window as Romano exited the parking lot and moved down the street.
Soon as they left the city and moved through smaller, empty roads, Italy’s mood cheered up considerably.
He was finally able to pass some time with his brother, who always protested when Italy tried to coax him into spending time together, and he was going to enjoy the day fully. “Ah~ it’s such a nice day~ I’m glad I managed to convince you~”
Romano glared at him as he surpassed another car, receiving a scandalised honk from the other driver.
“You blackmailed me into coming, damn it!”
Italy smiled, thinking at the pile of compromising photos of his older brother that he kept stashed into his working desk; he had threatened Romano to give them all to Spain if he didn’t accept spending a day with him, and his brother had no way out from it.
Not that he’d give the originals to Spain anyway -he’d keep the negatives for himself, of course.
“Ve~ I don’t know why you always insist in not spending time with me… do you not enjoy my company, Lovi?”
Flushing crimson and muttering something unintelligible under his breath, Romano concentrated his attention on the roads, and did not reply.
In truth, he would have liked to spend more time with Italy, if only so that Germany wouldn’t, because after all this was his little brother, and he cared for him a lot… maybe a bit too much, but he would never tell Italy that -he still had his pride.
Italy hummed happily, able to read Romano’s intentions under all his curses and insults -they were brothers, after all- and returned his attention to the countryside rolling away outside of the window.
The trip wasn’t that long, as Romano was right -he was way faster than Italy at driving- and by the time they reached their chosen spot, in the middle of nowhere, with only fields and trees and grass around (and a small little rustic church in the distance) the sun was shining high in the sky, and the temperature had grown warmer.
Romano screeched into a halt on the side of the road, wheels dirty with mud and dirty, and left the car without a word.
“Ve~ it’s so beautiful~ Lovi always knows how to find the best places to eat!” Italy’s compliment made Romano’s face flare up, but he didn’t comment on it, leading the way through a small path in-between the fields until the car disappeared behind a tall mount of grass.
“There, here it is. Now get on preparing the picnic, damn it! I’m hungry! Let’s hurry up!”
Italy tilted his head to the side, pouting a bit. “Won’t you help me, ve~?”
“I picked the place, now you prepare!”
Rolling his eyes and throwing his brother a camera to make some photos, Italy unrolled the cloth he’d stacked into one of the bags and set on to prepare the ‘table’.
He’d prepared sandwiches and other easy-to-eat yummy foods before leaving, and he had tried to fit in all the foods he knew his brother would like, in an attempt to make him slightly happier.
There were tomatoes filled up with meat, sandwiches with Insalata Russa, cheese and ham omelettes, a Pasta Pizza and some cups of tiramisu Italy had filled with cream, not to mention a few bottles of wine to go with the food.
At the sight of all the drool inducing foods, South Italy apparently mellowed out a bit, because he reached for the bag and started helping his brother to sort everything down on the cloth, receiving a smile as a thank you and waving it aside with a snort.
“If I let everything to you, we’re never going to eat,” he muttered, not really believing in his own words, but he had a reputation to keep up. “What for?” he asked, pointing at a small bottle of olive oil.
“That’s for the tomato salad!” with a happy chirp, Italy grabbed the last Tupperware box and opened it to show its contents to a satisfied Romano, who nodded and flopped down on the cloth.
“Well then, let’s eat! I’m starving already!”
“Ve~ but we’ve just arrived here… let’s play soccer first, please?”
Usually, Romano would have denied Italy’s plea, if only because he loved to oppose his little brother, but South Italy himself loved soccer, and it wasn’t a bad idea to get warm playing before actually eating, so he grunted in condescendence and stood up again.
“Did you bring the ball, stupid brother?”
“Of course!” considerably happy that Romano had accepted so readily, Italy bounced to the car and took out their professional soccer ball from the van, kicking it in the air seconds later.
Sprinting down the field to get the ball, Romano allowed himself to smirk in satisfaction, stopping the flying ball with his chest and bouncing it on his knees as he waited for Italy to get closer.
“One on one, little brother!”
“Ve~”
The two got so much into playing that they only stopped a hour later, tired out by running up and down the hills to kick the ball, and slumped back down next to the food, positively cheered up by their playing.
“I’m happy brother decided to play! Wasn’t it funny? We should do it more often~”
Cheeks flushed red, Romano refused to answer but gave a smile, almost invisible nod, busying himself with pouring two cups of wine.
“D-don’t get excited, now, I still kicked your ass!”
Chuckling, Italy offered him a sandwich, watching with interest as Romano hungrily took a bite, munching on it with gusto.
Satisfied that his brother was not going to curse about the food, Italy grabbed a portion of meat-filled tomatoes and started eating as well, enjoying the fresh air and the company of his brother.
If they could get along like this all the time, he would surely be happier, and he was sure Romano would be happy as well.
Glancing at Romano with fondness, Italy giggled when he realised that his brother had some food on his cheek just above his upper lip, a drop of mayonnaise far too easy to spot. At his brother’s dark stare as to what he was laughing about, Italy shifted on all four and moved towards him.
He must have looked like the cat who got the cream, because Romano backed away from him with a darker glare, but for once Italy wasn’t deterred by that, and grabbed his brother’s legs, hoisting himself upwards and ignoring Romano’s sputtering.
“Wh-what are you d-”
With a devious grin, Italy got even closer and licked away the mayonnaise from Romano’s cheek, taking care to linger a bit with his tongue, then pulled away, merrily tasting the sauce as he giggled at Romano’s reaction.
“What the hell were you doing?!” clenching his hands into fists and waving them around, Romano tried to stop his cheeks from turning crimson -the touch of his brother’s tongue on his skin had left his cheek and lips tingling- and the fact that Italy was laughing at him didn’t really help.
“You had some sauce on your face~ you looked cute!”
The words Italy spoke sent another wave of red to Romano’s cheeks, and he looked down at his half-eaten sandwich, speechless.
“S-stop laughing, d-damn you,” he grunted, feeling overly silly.
Italy shook his head and dipped his finger into the sauce of Romano’s sandwich, causing his older brother to look up in ire at the deflowering of his food, but as he was about to start ranting -loudly- Italy pressed the same finger on the tip of his nose, leaving a huge mayonnaise drop on there.
“W-”
Giggling madly at the (mostly adorable) sight, Italy quickly got the camera pointed at his brother and flashed him a picture.
Romano was far too shocked to even think about standing up, grabbing the camera and erasing that offensive and positively blackmail-worth picture, but he was sure as hell ready for revenge…
That is, until Italy leaned forwards again, and with another smug smile, repeated the gesture by licking the mayonnaise from his nose.
Romano’s mouth fell close instantly, the rush of blood to his cheeks making him dizzy; he observed Italy lick his lips appreciatively and giggle, shifting away from him and leaving his nose tingling at the loss of contact.
Still giggling at his brother’s lack of reaction to his actions, Italy retreated, grabbing another sandwich and biting into it, returning to his eating without giving what he’d done a second thought.
Finally snapping back from his trance, Romano looked down at his own sandwich, then at his brother, then back at the food, and he quickly picked up some mayonnaise with his index, swiping it right through Italy’s cheek, smirking as he did so.
“There, you look better like this anyway!”
“Ve~”
Italy tried to reach the mayonnaise with his tongue, but upon failing at it, looked down to search for a napkin. Romano decided to return the same ‘kindness’ to his brother and grabbed his chin, forcing him to keep still as he leaned forwards.
His tongue lapped at Italy’s cheek, licking away all traces of mayonnaise. Italy stopped giggling and felt himself blush, feeling his heart oddly skip a beat at the wet contact. He let out a small gasp and pulled away, watching Romano narrow his eyes speculatively as he swallowed.
Apparently satisfied, Romano returned to eat his sandwich, and Italy tried to calm his racing heart, not understanding why he had such a strong reaction if it was all just brotherly teasing.
Fidgeting a bit, still a bit flushed, he grabbed one of the omelettes and tried to concentrate on eating again.
On his own, Romano was calmer on the outside than he was on the inside; he was trying to control a flush at his own direct approach, busy yelling at himself for acting like that. He was not a child, damn it! He was the frigging South Italy!
A few minutes later and both brothers had calmed down enough to start a playful banter again, throwing small pieces of omelette at each other (with Romano getting so much into it that he even tried throwing a whole one at Italy).
The fact that they were actually having fun was not lost to either of the two, especially Italy, who was enjoying every minute of this special time with his brother, knowing that unless something happened, it would be one of the very few get-togethers they’d have.
“Ah! I hope you like my tiramisu!” with an expectant face, Italy pushed one of the cups of sweet right into South Italy’s hands, watching him uncap it and take a small teaspoonful of it.
Romano’s eyes fluttered close at the taste -he liked it when the coffee taste was strong and melting right with the cream- almost drooling as he took a bigger spoon of the sweet, nodding at his brother with a pleased face.
“Yay~” quite happy with this answer, Italy dug into his own tiramisu, looking up only to find that, just like before, his brother had managed to get some cream on his nose.
Fidgeting, as his first impulse was to shift closer and lick it away just like before, Italy tried to ignore it; his heart had skipped a beat thinking about when Romano had reciprocated, and he wasn’t sure he was supposed to try again.
At the same time, it hadn’t felt bad either, and the flushed, embarrassed expression of Romano when he’d licked his cheek had been priceless… so… maybe…
“Ve, brother, you have…”
Romano looked up, not understanding, then his cheeks turned red as he realised what Italy was implying. He started scrubbing at his cheek with a sleeve, almost frantic to clean himself, and the whole sight made Italy giggle loudly.
“S-shut up, you idiot! Stop laughing at me! Do you think it’s funny?”
“Ve~ yes~”
And once again, Romano felt that the only thing he could do was retaliate, smearing Italy’s nose with tiramisu.
Italy stopped laughing for a second, then his lips twitched upwards and he swiped his own sweet on his brother’s cheek, leaving a long white trail on his skin.
“H-hey!”
Romano grabbed the whole tiramisu cup and threw himself at his brother, sending him sprawled down on the cloth and slamming the sweet right onto his face, sitting on his stomach and smirking in satisfaction as Italy flawed his arms around underneath him, gasping and spitting cream everywhere.
“W-why did you do tha~t for!” with a soft whine, Italy tried to reach up to clean himself, but his older brother was not feeling generous, so he grabbed both of the younger Italian Nation’s wrists and pushed them on the cloth, effectively trapping him down.
“You look better with tiramisu on you,” Romano smirked, feeling satisfied that he had managed to win one against Italy.
“Lo~vi~” another soft whine, a pink tongue flickering out to lick the cream off of his lips, and Romano’s eyes were suddenly focused on it.
The way it was swirling, trying without much avail to reach for the cream… it made South Italy feel like-
Leaning down slowly, almost transfixed, Romano slowly licked his younger brother’s cheek with his own tongue, tasting the cream and continuing to clean him, moving closer and closer to Italy’s parted lips.
Sprawled on the cloth, one hand uncomfortably smeared with tiramisu and the other digging into a sandwich, Italy stopped flailing when he felt Romano’s tongue on his face, leaving wet trails as it moved down.
For a moment, he was speechless, then his cheeks turned crimson and he let out a soft gasp, feeling his brother’s tongue lap at the corner of his lips and then-
Then they were kissing.
Italy closed his eyes, groaning when Romano’s grip on his wrists tightened considerably, his tongue slipping into his mouth, licking and massaging every spot it reached, the mixed taste of cream and his brother’s unique flavour almost dizzying.
“Hnnn…” wriggling in the hold, unable to move, Italy fought Romano’s tongue with his own, feet digging into the ground. “L-Lo-”
His words were muffled by another kiss, hungrier and harsher, then Romano shifted his attention to the rest of Italy’s face, lips and tongue working to get all the cream away, tracing the shell of Italy’s ear and eliciting a throaty moan from him.
Shivering, Italy arched up against his brother’s body on top of him, tilting his head and gasping at the heat rushing through him from his tingling ear down.
Romano swirled his tongue around Italy’s lobe, sucking on it and blowing on it, pleased to hear his brother moan underneath him.
He wasn’t exactly sure how things had moved from a food fight to this, but he was not one to complain, not when he had so much to taste all of sudden.
Underneath him, Italy was flushed and panting and the sight sent shivers down his back, mouth suddenly dry at what they were doing.
Still, a veil of lust prevented him from stopping, coupled with Italy’s needy expression and how he was trying to reach for his lips again, straying his neck upwards. They both wanted to continue.
“Ahnnn… L-Lovi…” Italy tried again to free his wrists from Romano’s grip, once again unsuccessfully, and moaned when his brother moved to his neck, nibbling at it and sucking on his skin, quickly turning it red and tender.
Parting his legs and once again arching his back upwards, Italy felt something hard poking at his abdomen, and it didn’t take him much to realise what it was, not with the way Romano was shifting over him, legs spreading and humping down…
Almost as if reacting accordingly, his own arousal grew tight in his pants, and Italy whined in need, wriggling until Romano repositioned again, this time just a bit lower, so that their growing erections, still clothed, were pressed against each other.
“Ah-”
A trail of drool rolled down Italy’s chin as he felt a wave of pleasure rush through him, and he felt his brother slump on top of him, also shivering, their legs and knees bumping together as they both tried to get even closer, panting and gasping at the contact.
Romano finally let go of Italy’s wrists, his hands caressing his brother’s shoulder blades then lower, massaging his nipples through the other’s shirt, insistently rubbing and tugging at the shirt’s material, wanting it off.
Finally free, Italy wrapped his arms around Romano’s waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his back, pushing him down and moving his body rhythmically.
“Ah… ah…”
Unable to speak with the growing urges to keep moving and thrusting against each other, both parts of Italy kissed again, desperately needing more-
Italy’s fingers moving up, tangling into Romano’s hair, their mouths clashing together again, tongues moving and dancing…
South Italy grasping at Italy’s thighs, pushing them apart-
“F-Feli…”
Burying his face in Italy’s neck, Romano nibbled and sucked on the already red skin, pleasure clouding his mind as he felt Italy twist to the side, his fingers brushing delicately on the base of his curl, sending even more sparkles through his body, until he was aching, throbbing with need and lust…
“Nnnnnh… ah…”
Italy thrashed on the cloth, his feet hitting the bags and the plates, sending them flying, too lost in the waves of pleasure that were mounting through him, yet…
“N-not enough… Lovi… aahhnnn…”
Italy stopped moving, forcing his brother to stop as well, and Romano panted and gasped, unnerved at the sudden stillness, shifting up and glaring down at the younger Italian.
“W-”
“Lovi…” Italy’s bruised lips parted to gasp out Romano’s name, and it was almost enough to make him come already, his body twitching with the vocal stimulus. “More…”
Groaning, his brain overloaded with heat and lust, Romano moved up and dragged Italy to a sitting position, taking his shirt off so quickly that it ripped on one sleeve, but he seriously couldn’t care less.
Italy giggled, breathless and shivering at the sight, and mimicked his brother, pushing his pants and shirt away until he was left with only his boxers on.
For a second, the two brothers stared at each other, eyes wide and lust rushing through them, yet unable to move -they were both mostly naked, which was not unusual for them, but what they were doing was definitely not something they had ever thought about.
South Italy hesitated for a second, one arm wrapped around Italy’s waist and the other pressed on one hip, cheeks flushed red, pulled by two opposite desires -that to clutch his brother closer and continue, and that to stop, push him away and run.
Was this even ok? Weren’t they just-
Italy’s fingers slithered around his neck, pulling him closer, and Romano suddenly found himself looking right into a pair of wide brown eyes.
“Ve~” cheeks red, tongue flickering out to wet his lips, Italy fidgeted for a moment, looking almost shy. “I want to continue… if this is ok with you…”
Without allowing his brother to think, Italy shifted so that he was sitting right on Romano’s lap, legs wrapped around him, their clothed erections pressed close again, and faces so close their breaths mingled together.
“Fel-”
“I like brother a lot…” whispering close to Romano’s ear, his voice lowered to a throaty, seductive tone, Italy reached for the earlobe and sucked on it.
Romano groaned, the situation refocusing again on what they were doing, on how Italy’s body felt, how different this was and on how he wanted this to happen, too, and shifted his head to the side, allowing Italy more space.
“I wanted to be closer… I want us closer… Lovi… please…?” humming between soft sucks and licks on the older Italian’s neck and ear, Italy wriggled on Romano’s lap, stifling a gasp when he felt the other harden even more. “Y-yes… also like this…”
Fingers caressing his nipples, a mouth wrapped on his earlobe, a hot body in his arms, Romano gritted his teeth and let out a loud groan.
When had Italy turned so seductive?
Burning with need, he held him closer, hand shifting lower, slipping into his brother’s boxers, cheeks crimson as he palmed the other Nation’s arousal, feeling it pulse under his touch.
Italy let out a strangled moan and clutched at him, shivering and breathing hard as a hot hand slowly massaged him, thumb rolling around the tip and pulling on the foreskin; more loud, needy gasps left Italy’s lips as Romano’s free hand returned to his nipples, tweaking and playing with them, at the same time leaning forwards to claim Italy’s lips as his own once more.
“Ah… L-Lovi… hnnnn…”
Latching on Romano’s neck again, Italy tried to control his pleasure and give an equal amount to his brother, fingers returning to his hair to play with the curl jutting upwards, massaging its base and length.
Romano moaned loudly as well, jerking Italy hard and causing him to tighten his grip on that elusive hair.
“N-nnnn… ah… F-Feli…”
Both aroused to the point of pain, the two brothers shared another heated, demanding kiss, motions growing desperate and needy, Romano shifting them so he was once again straddling Italy, ripping away both their boxers in one movement, growling when he realised that despite their best intentions they had nothing to… nothing to…
“O-oil…” kissing every inch of available skin on his brother’s face, Italy palmed the cloth around them, finally grasping the bottle of olive oil, thrusting it in Romano’s waiting hands as he parted his legs in a clear inviting stance.
Romano was far too gone to think clearly by that time, and uncorked the bottle, coating his fingers in the slippery substance with a small cringe.
Then they were kissing once more, Romano’s hands on Italy’s thighs, then lower, giving a tug at his balls, then lower-
“Ah!”
One finger slipped in, moving past the tight ring of muscles, the other hand wrapped around Italy’s waist, holding him close, and Italy writhed in the hold, fingers once again finding their way through Romano’s hair to play with his curl.
“Hnnn-” it was hard to concentrate on something, with Italy tugging his hair, which sent pleasure down his spine, his fingers digging inside his brother, the heat almost scorching around them as he added more…
“Ah…” the needy gasps coming from Italy’s lips, heated and wanton, like sweet music to his ears as he also moaned, twisting and stretching, desperate to prepare Italy enough so that he could…
“Nnnnh!”
Waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him, Italy tried to concentrate on his brother, on kissing him, on brushing his curl, but he could barely keep his sanity intact, with the way Romano’s fingers were digging inside him, continually rubbing at a single spot that sent his whole body into spasms without control.
Hiding his face in the crook of South Italy’s neck, Italy could only moan louder, fingers twitching around the other’s curl…
“W-wait…” barely able to talk, breathing heavily, Romano managed to unfurl Italy’s fingers from his curl and bring them around his back instead. “I’m going to… hnn…”
Italy nodded, kissing the sides of his mouth with a small smile, and braced himself, clutching the other Nation close as he felt something bigger -way bigger than the fingers from before- nudge at his slicked opening.
Slowly, Romano penetrated Italy, feeling the heat and the tightness envelope his erection to the point where he had to stop every now and then, shivering and close to coming already, coaxing Italy into kiss after kiss.
Italy tensed up as he felt his brother slip inside, feeling the muscles stretch more than they ever had to, and Romano’s erection filling him until every inch of his insides was rubbed and stretched even more, pleasure tingling through his body over and over.
The pleasure was so intense, building the more Romano moved, that Italy felt he could barely keep himself still, sensitized skin demanding more of the contact, more of his brother’s touches, more…
Finally, after what felt like hours, Romano stopped moving, gasping and feeling his body tingling in pleasure.
He was in -he could feel Italy trembling into his hold, tense and with small tears rolling down from his closed eyes, and he felt a sudden rush of possessiveness at the sight.
Sweat rolling down his chin, Romano eased Italy down and parted his legs more, drinking in the sight, Italy’s weeping erection twitching between them, his own member deeply lodged inside, his little brother’s body spread for him.
“C-can I…” trying to focus on his words, Romano groaned and simply leaned forwards again, pushing their bodies flush against each other as he kissed Italy on the lips.
Once again, the kiss left them breathless, and unable to keep still any more, Romano started rotating his hips, pushing in and out with a distressed pace that had Italy clutch at his back with a loud cry.
“Ah!”
It almost hurt to push out again, but the swirling pleasure, the heat and the haze returning with every thrust were too strong to be ignored, pulling them both in-
Rhythmically, Romano continued pushing in, arms encircling his brother’s body, clinging at it, dragging him closer and even closer, Italy crying and pleading for more, both far too gone, only moving and shifting…
“Aaah… ah… y-yes… aah…”
Skin on skin, lips everywhere at once, fingers caressing and holding tightly-
It was growing -pleasure bubbling upwards, making them move faster, desperately wanting more…
Romano was the first to come, gasping and biting down on Italy’s neck to prevent himself from moaning too loudly, riding his orgasm with widened eyes fixed on his brother’s flushed face, burning from inside out as he watched Italy follow him seconds later.
“Feli…”
Italy gasped out his brother’s name and arched his back as pleasure reached its peak, lifting him up and washing over him in waves, leaving him panting and completely spent, Romano’s comforting weight on top of him.
Slumping down on the dirty, messy cloth, Romano nuzzled Italy’s chin, sweaty and panting, body tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm.
With a soft groan, Italy curled more into the hold, still shivering at the fact that his southern part was still inside, and his sensitized skin was burning with every breath he took.
It had felt…
“Feli… a-are you ok?” utterly ashamed now that lust had retreated from his brain, Romano looked down at his brother, panic already bubbling up his throat.
With a shiver, South Italy slipped out, feeling cold and missing the intimate contact.
“Yes~” with a soft smile, Italy placed a trail of butterfly kisses all over his brother’s neck and chin. “Now we’re closer~”
Grunting at the embarrassing words, Romano settled with holding Italy close and shutting up. He really wasn’t sure what to think, but the current situation still felt nice, and he didn’t want to let go anytime soon.
“L-Lovi…” nudging Romano with one finger, Italy looked up, silently pleading his brother to kiss him.
Still embarrassed, Romano leaned down and kissed him, lips gently moving together, bodies humming together as they rested there.
“Ve~ can we have siesta now? I feel tired and my ass hurts…”
Cheeks aflame, Romano bumped his knuckles on Italy’s head, earning a whine for his actions. “D-don’t say it like that, idiot!”
“What? But it’s true… though I wouldn’t mind doing it again after siesta…”
Without allowing his brother any time to come to terms with this, Italy smiled and promptly fell asleep.
Romano couldn’t do anything but cradle him close, shaking his head with a small, satisfied smirk as he also decided that siesta wasn’t a bad idea. Nor was a repeat of what they had just done, afterwards.
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I always fail at endings. Especially for smut. I still hope it was good enough!
Insalata Russa is Russian Salad, a kind of ‘salad’ (with peas, carrots, potatoes etc) that’s very creamy and yummy, and it’s ideal for picnics.
Also a question... how many of you would freak out if I were to post a one-shot on FOP? It'd be nothing weird, just a family shot. There again, I am not sure people would even read it so... *small fandoms. always the small ones*
This was written for Kotoko_skoal for the Itacest Secret Santa.
Title: Countryside
Author/Artist: Me, MasterFranny.
Character(s): North Italy, South Italy. South/North.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut. Food fight.
Summary: The brothers have a picnic together that leads to something yummier than just food.
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“Oi, Feli, do you have everything with you? I’m not going to come back here if you forget something important!”
South Italy tapped his foot on the floor, glaring at his brother.
Italy quickly checked in both of his bags, but was satisfied to see he had everything he needed right there. Smiling happily and nodding, he gently brushed his fingers on Romano’s arm as he exited their house, followed by his older brother.
The two had decided to spend a Sunday together without interference from other countries, and since it was the first nice day after almost eight days of rain, they had decided to have a picnic outside.
Stretching as his skin was hit by cool air, Italy bounced to their car and stuffed all the bags into the backseats, careful not to squeeze anything too much.
South Italy grunted at the sight of his happy brother and locked the front door. He knew perfectly well that Italy had indeed left something behind, but at least it had been on purpose -both of their phones were in their shared bedroom, on the mattress, and were shut off.
Nobody was going to call them and ruin their day off, and Romano felt rightfully smug as he thought that if Germany tried to call his brother, he would also find out he could not.
Satisfied, he moved to the driver’s seat, ignoring the way Italy pouted at this.
“Ve~ it’s not nice, you’re always the one driving! Why can’t I drive for once?”
“Don’t even think about it, Feli,” he grunted, putting on his seatbelt. “You’re a wimp when it comes to driving!”
Pouting but admitting defeat, Italy climbed on the front seat at his brother’s side and fastened his seatbelt as well, rolling down the window as Romano exited the parking lot and moved down the street.
Soon as they left the city and moved through smaller, empty roads, Italy’s mood cheered up considerably.
He was finally able to pass some time with his brother, who always protested when Italy tried to coax him into spending time together, and he was going to enjoy the day fully. “Ah~ it’s such a nice day~ I’m glad I managed to convince you~”
Romano glared at him as he surpassed another car, receiving a scandalised honk from the other driver.
“You blackmailed me into coming, damn it!”
Italy smiled, thinking at the pile of compromising photos of his older brother that he kept stashed into his working desk; he had threatened Romano to give them all to Spain if he didn’t accept spending a day with him, and his brother had no way out from it.
Not that he’d give the originals to Spain anyway -he’d keep the negatives for himself, of course.
“Ve~ I don’t know why you always insist in not spending time with me… do you not enjoy my company, Lovi?”
Flushing crimson and muttering something unintelligible under his breath, Romano concentrated his attention on the roads, and did not reply.
In truth, he would have liked to spend more time with Italy, if only so that Germany wouldn’t, because after all this was his little brother, and he cared for him a lot… maybe a bit too much, but he would never tell Italy that -he still had his pride.
Italy hummed happily, able to read Romano’s intentions under all his curses and insults -they were brothers, after all- and returned his attention to the countryside rolling away outside of the window.
The trip wasn’t that long, as Romano was right -he was way faster than Italy at driving- and by the time they reached their chosen spot, in the middle of nowhere, with only fields and trees and grass around (and a small little rustic church in the distance) the sun was shining high in the sky, and the temperature had grown warmer.
Romano screeched into a halt on the side of the road, wheels dirty with mud and dirty, and left the car without a word.
“Ve~ it’s so beautiful~ Lovi always knows how to find the best places to eat!” Italy’s compliment made Romano’s face flare up, but he didn’t comment on it, leading the way through a small path in-between the fields until the car disappeared behind a tall mount of grass.
“There, here it is. Now get on preparing the picnic, damn it! I’m hungry! Let’s hurry up!”
Italy tilted his head to the side, pouting a bit. “Won’t you help me, ve~?”
“I picked the place, now you prepare!”
Rolling his eyes and throwing his brother a camera to make some photos, Italy unrolled the cloth he’d stacked into one of the bags and set on to prepare the ‘table’.
He’d prepared sandwiches and other easy-to-eat yummy foods before leaving, and he had tried to fit in all the foods he knew his brother would like, in an attempt to make him slightly happier.
There were tomatoes filled up with meat, sandwiches with Insalata Russa, cheese and ham omelettes, a Pasta Pizza and some cups of tiramisu Italy had filled with cream, not to mention a few bottles of wine to go with the food.
At the sight of all the drool inducing foods, South Italy apparently mellowed out a bit, because he reached for the bag and started helping his brother to sort everything down on the cloth, receiving a smile as a thank you and waving it aside with a snort.
“If I let everything to you, we’re never going to eat,” he muttered, not really believing in his own words, but he had a reputation to keep up. “What for?” he asked, pointing at a small bottle of olive oil.
“That’s for the tomato salad!” with a happy chirp, Italy grabbed the last Tupperware box and opened it to show its contents to a satisfied Romano, who nodded and flopped down on the cloth.
“Well then, let’s eat! I’m starving already!”
“Ve~ but we’ve just arrived here… let’s play soccer first, please?”
Usually, Romano would have denied Italy’s plea, if only because he loved to oppose his little brother, but South Italy himself loved soccer, and it wasn’t a bad idea to get warm playing before actually eating, so he grunted in condescendence and stood up again.
“Did you bring the ball, stupid brother?”
“Of course!” considerably happy that Romano had accepted so readily, Italy bounced to the car and took out their professional soccer ball from the van, kicking it in the air seconds later.
Sprinting down the field to get the ball, Romano allowed himself to smirk in satisfaction, stopping the flying ball with his chest and bouncing it on his knees as he waited for Italy to get closer.
“One on one, little brother!”
“Ve~”
The two got so much into playing that they only stopped a hour later, tired out by running up and down the hills to kick the ball, and slumped back down next to the food, positively cheered up by their playing.
“I’m happy brother decided to play! Wasn’t it funny? We should do it more often~”
Cheeks flushed red, Romano refused to answer but gave a smile, almost invisible nod, busying himself with pouring two cups of wine.
“D-don’t get excited, now, I still kicked your ass!”
Chuckling, Italy offered him a sandwich, watching with interest as Romano hungrily took a bite, munching on it with gusto.
Satisfied that his brother was not going to curse about the food, Italy grabbed a portion of meat-filled tomatoes and started eating as well, enjoying the fresh air and the company of his brother.
If they could get along like this all the time, he would surely be happier, and he was sure Romano would be happy as well.
Glancing at Romano with fondness, Italy giggled when he realised that his brother had some food on his cheek just above his upper lip, a drop of mayonnaise far too easy to spot. At his brother’s dark stare as to what he was laughing about, Italy shifted on all four and moved towards him.
He must have looked like the cat who got the cream, because Romano backed away from him with a darker glare, but for once Italy wasn’t deterred by that, and grabbed his brother’s legs, hoisting himself upwards and ignoring Romano’s sputtering.
“Wh-what are you d-”
With a devious grin, Italy got even closer and licked away the mayonnaise from Romano’s cheek, taking care to linger a bit with his tongue, then pulled away, merrily tasting the sauce as he giggled at Romano’s reaction.
“What the hell were you doing?!” clenching his hands into fists and waving them around, Romano tried to stop his cheeks from turning crimson -the touch of his brother’s tongue on his skin had left his cheek and lips tingling- and the fact that Italy was laughing at him didn’t really help.
“You had some sauce on your face~ you looked cute!”
The words Italy spoke sent another wave of red to Romano’s cheeks, and he looked down at his half-eaten sandwich, speechless.
“S-stop laughing, d-damn you,” he grunted, feeling overly silly.
Italy shook his head and dipped his finger into the sauce of Romano’s sandwich, causing his older brother to look up in ire at the deflowering of his food, but as he was about to start ranting -loudly- Italy pressed the same finger on the tip of his nose, leaving a huge mayonnaise drop on there.
“W-”
Giggling madly at the (mostly adorable) sight, Italy quickly got the camera pointed at his brother and flashed him a picture.
Romano was far too shocked to even think about standing up, grabbing the camera and erasing that offensive and positively blackmail-worth picture, but he was sure as hell ready for revenge…
That is, until Italy leaned forwards again, and with another smug smile, repeated the gesture by licking the mayonnaise from his nose.
Romano’s mouth fell close instantly, the rush of blood to his cheeks making him dizzy; he observed Italy lick his lips appreciatively and giggle, shifting away from him and leaving his nose tingling at the loss of contact.
Still giggling at his brother’s lack of reaction to his actions, Italy retreated, grabbing another sandwich and biting into it, returning to his eating without giving what he’d done a second thought.
Finally snapping back from his trance, Romano looked down at his own sandwich, then at his brother, then back at the food, and he quickly picked up some mayonnaise with his index, swiping it right through Italy’s cheek, smirking as he did so.
“There, you look better like this anyway!”
“Ve~”
Italy tried to reach the mayonnaise with his tongue, but upon failing at it, looked down to search for a napkin. Romano decided to return the same ‘kindness’ to his brother and grabbed his chin, forcing him to keep still as he leaned forwards.
His tongue lapped at Italy’s cheek, licking away all traces of mayonnaise. Italy stopped giggling and felt himself blush, feeling his heart oddly skip a beat at the wet contact. He let out a small gasp and pulled away, watching Romano narrow his eyes speculatively as he swallowed.
Apparently satisfied, Romano returned to eat his sandwich, and Italy tried to calm his racing heart, not understanding why he had such a strong reaction if it was all just brotherly teasing.
Fidgeting a bit, still a bit flushed, he grabbed one of the omelettes and tried to concentrate on eating again.
On his own, Romano was calmer on the outside than he was on the inside; he was trying to control a flush at his own direct approach, busy yelling at himself for acting like that. He was not a child, damn it! He was the frigging South Italy!
A few minutes later and both brothers had calmed down enough to start a playful banter again, throwing small pieces of omelette at each other (with Romano getting so much into it that he even tried throwing a whole one at Italy).
The fact that they were actually having fun was not lost to either of the two, especially Italy, who was enjoying every minute of this special time with his brother, knowing that unless something happened, it would be one of the very few get-togethers they’d have.
“Ah! I hope you like my tiramisu!” with an expectant face, Italy pushed one of the cups of sweet right into South Italy’s hands, watching him uncap it and take a small teaspoonful of it.
Romano’s eyes fluttered close at the taste -he liked it when the coffee taste was strong and melting right with the cream- almost drooling as he took a bigger spoon of the sweet, nodding at his brother with a pleased face.
“Yay~” quite happy with this answer, Italy dug into his own tiramisu, looking up only to find that, just like before, his brother had managed to get some cream on his nose.
Fidgeting, as his first impulse was to shift closer and lick it away just like before, Italy tried to ignore it; his heart had skipped a beat thinking about when Romano had reciprocated, and he wasn’t sure he was supposed to try again.
At the same time, it hadn’t felt bad either, and the flushed, embarrassed expression of Romano when he’d licked his cheek had been priceless… so… maybe…
“Ve, brother, you have…”
Romano looked up, not understanding, then his cheeks turned red as he realised what Italy was implying. He started scrubbing at his cheek with a sleeve, almost frantic to clean himself, and the whole sight made Italy giggle loudly.
“S-shut up, you idiot! Stop laughing at me! Do you think it’s funny?”
“Ve~ yes~”
And once again, Romano felt that the only thing he could do was retaliate, smearing Italy’s nose with tiramisu.
Italy stopped laughing for a second, then his lips twitched upwards and he swiped his own sweet on his brother’s cheek, leaving a long white trail on his skin.
“H-hey!”
Romano grabbed the whole tiramisu cup and threw himself at his brother, sending him sprawled down on the cloth and slamming the sweet right onto his face, sitting on his stomach and smirking in satisfaction as Italy flawed his arms around underneath him, gasping and spitting cream everywhere.
“W-why did you do tha~t for!” with a soft whine, Italy tried to reach up to clean himself, but his older brother was not feeling generous, so he grabbed both of the younger Italian Nation’s wrists and pushed them on the cloth, effectively trapping him down.
“You look better with tiramisu on you,” Romano smirked, feeling satisfied that he had managed to win one against Italy.
“Lo~vi~” another soft whine, a pink tongue flickering out to lick the cream off of his lips, and Romano’s eyes were suddenly focused on it.
The way it was swirling, trying without much avail to reach for the cream… it made South Italy feel like-
Leaning down slowly, almost transfixed, Romano slowly licked his younger brother’s cheek with his own tongue, tasting the cream and continuing to clean him, moving closer and closer to Italy’s parted lips.
Sprawled on the cloth, one hand uncomfortably smeared with tiramisu and the other digging into a sandwich, Italy stopped flailing when he felt Romano’s tongue on his face, leaving wet trails as it moved down.
For a moment, he was speechless, then his cheeks turned crimson and he let out a soft gasp, feeling his brother’s tongue lap at the corner of his lips and then-
Then they were kissing.
Italy closed his eyes, groaning when Romano’s grip on his wrists tightened considerably, his tongue slipping into his mouth, licking and massaging every spot it reached, the mixed taste of cream and his brother’s unique flavour almost dizzying.
“Hnnn…” wriggling in the hold, unable to move, Italy fought Romano’s tongue with his own, feet digging into the ground. “L-Lo-”
His words were muffled by another kiss, hungrier and harsher, then Romano shifted his attention to the rest of Italy’s face, lips and tongue working to get all the cream away, tracing the shell of Italy’s ear and eliciting a throaty moan from him.
Shivering, Italy arched up against his brother’s body on top of him, tilting his head and gasping at the heat rushing through him from his tingling ear down.
Romano swirled his tongue around Italy’s lobe, sucking on it and blowing on it, pleased to hear his brother moan underneath him.
He wasn’t exactly sure how things had moved from a food fight to this, but he was not one to complain, not when he had so much to taste all of sudden.
Underneath him, Italy was flushed and panting and the sight sent shivers down his back, mouth suddenly dry at what they were doing.
Still, a veil of lust prevented him from stopping, coupled with Italy’s needy expression and how he was trying to reach for his lips again, straying his neck upwards. They both wanted to continue.
“Ahnnn… L-Lovi…” Italy tried again to free his wrists from Romano’s grip, once again unsuccessfully, and moaned when his brother moved to his neck, nibbling at it and sucking on his skin, quickly turning it red and tender.
Parting his legs and once again arching his back upwards, Italy felt something hard poking at his abdomen, and it didn’t take him much to realise what it was, not with the way Romano was shifting over him, legs spreading and humping down…
Almost as if reacting accordingly, his own arousal grew tight in his pants, and Italy whined in need, wriggling until Romano repositioned again, this time just a bit lower, so that their growing erections, still clothed, were pressed against each other.
“Ah-”
A trail of drool rolled down Italy’s chin as he felt a wave of pleasure rush through him, and he felt his brother slump on top of him, also shivering, their legs and knees bumping together as they both tried to get even closer, panting and gasping at the contact.
Romano finally let go of Italy’s wrists, his hands caressing his brother’s shoulder blades then lower, massaging his nipples through the other’s shirt, insistently rubbing and tugging at the shirt’s material, wanting it off.
Finally free, Italy wrapped his arms around Romano’s waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his back, pushing him down and moving his body rhythmically.
“Ah… ah…”
Unable to speak with the growing urges to keep moving and thrusting against each other, both parts of Italy kissed again, desperately needing more-
Italy’s fingers moving up, tangling into Romano’s hair, their mouths clashing together again, tongues moving and dancing…
South Italy grasping at Italy’s thighs, pushing them apart-
“F-Feli…”
Burying his face in Italy’s neck, Romano nibbled and sucked on the already red skin, pleasure clouding his mind as he felt Italy twist to the side, his fingers brushing delicately on the base of his curl, sending even more sparkles through his body, until he was aching, throbbing with need and lust…
“Nnnnnh… ah…”
Italy thrashed on the cloth, his feet hitting the bags and the plates, sending them flying, too lost in the waves of pleasure that were mounting through him, yet…
“N-not enough… Lovi… aahhnnn…”
Italy stopped moving, forcing his brother to stop as well, and Romano panted and gasped, unnerved at the sudden stillness, shifting up and glaring down at the younger Italian.
“W-”
“Lovi…” Italy’s bruised lips parted to gasp out Romano’s name, and it was almost enough to make him come already, his body twitching with the vocal stimulus. “More…”
Groaning, his brain overloaded with heat and lust, Romano moved up and dragged Italy to a sitting position, taking his shirt off so quickly that it ripped on one sleeve, but he seriously couldn’t care less.
Italy giggled, breathless and shivering at the sight, and mimicked his brother, pushing his pants and shirt away until he was left with only his boxers on.
For a second, the two brothers stared at each other, eyes wide and lust rushing through them, yet unable to move -they were both mostly naked, which was not unusual for them, but what they were doing was definitely not something they had ever thought about.
South Italy hesitated for a second, one arm wrapped around Italy’s waist and the other pressed on one hip, cheeks flushed red, pulled by two opposite desires -that to clutch his brother closer and continue, and that to stop, push him away and run.
Was this even ok? Weren’t they just-
Italy’s fingers slithered around his neck, pulling him closer, and Romano suddenly found himself looking right into a pair of wide brown eyes.
“Ve~” cheeks red, tongue flickering out to wet his lips, Italy fidgeted for a moment, looking almost shy. “I want to continue… if this is ok with you…”
Without allowing his brother to think, Italy shifted so that he was sitting right on Romano’s lap, legs wrapped around him, their clothed erections pressed close again, and faces so close their breaths mingled together.
“Fel-”
“I like brother a lot…” whispering close to Romano’s ear, his voice lowered to a throaty, seductive tone, Italy reached for the earlobe and sucked on it.
Romano groaned, the situation refocusing again on what they were doing, on how Italy’s body felt, how different this was and on how he wanted this to happen, too, and shifted his head to the side, allowing Italy more space.
“I wanted to be closer… I want us closer… Lovi… please…?” humming between soft sucks and licks on the older Italian’s neck and ear, Italy wriggled on Romano’s lap, stifling a gasp when he felt the other harden even more. “Y-yes… also like this…”
Fingers caressing his nipples, a mouth wrapped on his earlobe, a hot body in his arms, Romano gritted his teeth and let out a loud groan.
When had Italy turned so seductive?
Burning with need, he held him closer, hand shifting lower, slipping into his brother’s boxers, cheeks crimson as he palmed the other Nation’s arousal, feeling it pulse under his touch.
Italy let out a strangled moan and clutched at him, shivering and breathing hard as a hot hand slowly massaged him, thumb rolling around the tip and pulling on the foreskin; more loud, needy gasps left Italy’s lips as Romano’s free hand returned to his nipples, tweaking and playing with them, at the same time leaning forwards to claim Italy’s lips as his own once more.
“Ah… L-Lovi… hnnnn…”
Latching on Romano’s neck again, Italy tried to control his pleasure and give an equal amount to his brother, fingers returning to his hair to play with the curl jutting upwards, massaging its base and length.
Romano moaned loudly as well, jerking Italy hard and causing him to tighten his grip on that elusive hair.
“N-nnnn… ah… F-Feli…”
Both aroused to the point of pain, the two brothers shared another heated, demanding kiss, motions growing desperate and needy, Romano shifting them so he was once again straddling Italy, ripping away both their boxers in one movement, growling when he realised that despite their best intentions they had nothing to… nothing to…
“O-oil…” kissing every inch of available skin on his brother’s face, Italy palmed the cloth around them, finally grasping the bottle of olive oil, thrusting it in Romano’s waiting hands as he parted his legs in a clear inviting stance.
Romano was far too gone to think clearly by that time, and uncorked the bottle, coating his fingers in the slippery substance with a small cringe.
Then they were kissing once more, Romano’s hands on Italy’s thighs, then lower, giving a tug at his balls, then lower-
“Ah!”
One finger slipped in, moving past the tight ring of muscles, the other hand wrapped around Italy’s waist, holding him close, and Italy writhed in the hold, fingers once again finding their way through Romano’s hair to play with his curl.
“Hnnn-” it was hard to concentrate on something, with Italy tugging his hair, which sent pleasure down his spine, his fingers digging inside his brother, the heat almost scorching around them as he added more…
“Ah…” the needy gasps coming from Italy’s lips, heated and wanton, like sweet music to his ears as he also moaned, twisting and stretching, desperate to prepare Italy enough so that he could…
“Nnnnh!”
Waves of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him, Italy tried to concentrate on his brother, on kissing him, on brushing his curl, but he could barely keep his sanity intact, with the way Romano’s fingers were digging inside him, continually rubbing at a single spot that sent his whole body into spasms without control.
Hiding his face in the crook of South Italy’s neck, Italy could only moan louder, fingers twitching around the other’s curl…
“W-wait…” barely able to talk, breathing heavily, Romano managed to unfurl Italy’s fingers from his curl and bring them around his back instead. “I’m going to… hnn…”
Italy nodded, kissing the sides of his mouth with a small smile, and braced himself, clutching the other Nation close as he felt something bigger -way bigger than the fingers from before- nudge at his slicked opening.
Slowly, Romano penetrated Italy, feeling the heat and the tightness envelope his erection to the point where he had to stop every now and then, shivering and close to coming already, coaxing Italy into kiss after kiss.
Italy tensed up as he felt his brother slip inside, feeling the muscles stretch more than they ever had to, and Romano’s erection filling him until every inch of his insides was rubbed and stretched even more, pleasure tingling through his body over and over.
The pleasure was so intense, building the more Romano moved, that Italy felt he could barely keep himself still, sensitized skin demanding more of the contact, more of his brother’s touches, more…
Finally, after what felt like hours, Romano stopped moving, gasping and feeling his body tingling in pleasure.
He was in -he could feel Italy trembling into his hold, tense and with small tears rolling down from his closed eyes, and he felt a sudden rush of possessiveness at the sight.
Sweat rolling down his chin, Romano eased Italy down and parted his legs more, drinking in the sight, Italy’s weeping erection twitching between them, his own member deeply lodged inside, his little brother’s body spread for him.
“C-can I…” trying to focus on his words, Romano groaned and simply leaned forwards again, pushing their bodies flush against each other as he kissed Italy on the lips.
Once again, the kiss left them breathless, and unable to keep still any more, Romano started rotating his hips, pushing in and out with a distressed pace that had Italy clutch at his back with a loud cry.
“Ah!”
It almost hurt to push out again, but the swirling pleasure, the heat and the haze returning with every thrust were too strong to be ignored, pulling them both in-
Rhythmically, Romano continued pushing in, arms encircling his brother’s body, clinging at it, dragging him closer and even closer, Italy crying and pleading for more, both far too gone, only moving and shifting…
“Aaah… ah… y-yes… aah…”
Skin on skin, lips everywhere at once, fingers caressing and holding tightly-
It was growing -pleasure bubbling upwards, making them move faster, desperately wanting more…
Romano was the first to come, gasping and biting down on Italy’s neck to prevent himself from moaning too loudly, riding his orgasm with widened eyes fixed on his brother’s flushed face, burning from inside out as he watched Italy follow him seconds later.
“Feli…”
Italy gasped out his brother’s name and arched his back as pleasure reached its peak, lifting him up and washing over him in waves, leaving him panting and completely spent, Romano’s comforting weight on top of him.
Slumping down on the dirty, messy cloth, Romano nuzzled Italy’s chin, sweaty and panting, body tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm.
With a soft groan, Italy curled more into the hold, still shivering at the fact that his southern part was still inside, and his sensitized skin was burning with every breath he took.
It had felt…
“Feli… a-are you ok?” utterly ashamed now that lust had retreated from his brain, Romano looked down at his brother, panic already bubbling up his throat.
With a shiver, South Italy slipped out, feeling cold and missing the intimate contact.
“Yes~” with a soft smile, Italy placed a trail of butterfly kisses all over his brother’s neck and chin. “Now we’re closer~”
Grunting at the embarrassing words, Romano settled with holding Italy close and shutting up. He really wasn’t sure what to think, but the current situation still felt nice, and he didn’t want to let go anytime soon.
“L-Lovi…” nudging Romano with one finger, Italy looked up, silently pleading his brother to kiss him.
Still embarrassed, Romano leaned down and kissed him, lips gently moving together, bodies humming together as they rested there.
“Ve~ can we have siesta now? I feel tired and my ass hurts…”
Cheeks aflame, Romano bumped his knuckles on Italy’s head, earning a whine for his actions. “D-don’t say it like that, idiot!”
“What? But it’s true… though I wouldn’t mind doing it again after siesta…”
Without allowing his brother any time to come to terms with this, Italy smiled and promptly fell asleep.
Romano couldn’t do anything but cradle him close, shaking his head with a small, satisfied smirk as he also decided that siesta wasn’t a bad idea. Nor was a repeat of what they had just done, afterwards.
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I always fail at endings. Especially for smut. I still hope it was good enough!
Insalata Russa is Russian Salad, a kind of ‘salad’ (with peas, carrots, potatoes etc) that’s very creamy and yummy, and it’s ideal for picnics.