Lighting the fuse may result in a bang - 1
anonymous
February 5 2010, 04:15:33 UTC
Sorry about the title, I'm on an Arctic Monkeys binge lately.
My other OTP! And since I tend to write them angsty anyway, the prompt fits like a glove, and it ended up being this huge thing involving other characters, with enough angst to power an angsty -powered city. I hope OP doesn't mind. So! No smut, which is weird for me, just a fade to black
in the end. Maybe I'll put on a smutty omake when school stop devouring my life.
Established GerIta and past SpaRo (yes, I went there), plus there's a bit of dialogue in Italian and Spanish in the beginning, but there's a reason for that, kind of, why, oh, why everything I write has to have some sort of convoluted plot? There's also a lot of brothers interaction because I love it.
With Romano and Gilbert and a prompt like that maybe there's no need to warn you, but still - in this fic there's enough swearing to last a particularly polite nation - say, Lithuania - for the rest of its life. In two different languages. Country names mostly, and the Italy brothers are Veneziano and
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Lighting the fuse may result in a bang - 11
anonymous
February 5 2010, 04:40:04 UTC
The first thing that Romano notices while coming home from the marriage is a little Trabant
parked right in front of his house, and he almost hits a street lamp with his own Fiat. He parks
carefully, throws his jacket over one shoulder (the day has warmed, and anyway he has been
eating for the past four hours) and walks over to the low gate to his little garden, trying hard
not to shake. Prussia is sitting on his front door's steps, but he stands quickly when he sees
him. Romano opens the small gate and enters, and then stills on the path halfway to the door,
raising his eyes to meet Prussia's.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I thought... I was beginning to think that you had... gone to your brother's and... you told me that you do that sometimes when you're upset. Or that... actually I was sure you had seen me from the window and you simply weren't opening because you hated me now."
Romano almost laughs. "So you decided to sit on my front door until I ran out of supplies."
Prussia's grin has a soft edge, and it does weird things to
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Re: Lighting the fuse may result in a bang - 12
anonymous
February 5 2010, 04:41:34 UTC
"Uh... Spain called me. After he talked with you, I guess. He said... Ok, let's go straight to the point. Why the fuck did you lie to me? About sex with him, I mean."
"How did I lie?"
"He said it was years since your last time together."
"I never said otherwise."
"You said that he dropped by and then you had sex, and you said it didn't happen since we started dating... ok, so you didn't lie. But you have to admit, 'I haven't seen him in years' has another ring to it."
Romano clears his throath, and starts looking at the floor's tiling with sudden interest.
"It's... complicated. And you have to admit you kind of overreacted there."
"Yeah, well, I was jealous, okay? And... nothing."
"What."
"I said nothing!"
There's another long, embarrassing silence, until Lovino starts to chuckle. "Dio, we
suck at this."
Prussia answers with a grin of his own. "We really both fail at this couple thing, isn't
it?"
"Looks like that. But hey, great sex."
"Yeah, we're good at it. Speaking of which," Prussia quickly pushes Romano on the couch
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Lighting the fuse may result in a bang - 14
anonymous
February 5 2010, 04:44:46 UTC
"Pff, ok." Romano takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes in concentration - he looks
gorgeous, and maybe Prussia can tell him this when his turn comes. "Years ago, we were going
steady, and I was head over heels for him. Seriously, I was completely convinced there was nobody else in the world for me. Then, one day, he gave me this long, contorted speech about penance for his old sins, which basically meant that he felt guilty for taking my innocence," he snorts "and well... he may have sort of a point... but this is all really complicated and doesn't regard you anyway.
"So, this whole thing becomes the classical 'let's not see each other for a while', after which he disappears. Just like that. Except reunions in which we were forced to see each other, like family dinners and the EU and such. I ignored him, but... I wasn't able to let go. For fucking years. Even the day you came here, you know, our first time... I was waiting for him to
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Lighting the fuse may result in a bang - 15
anonymous
February 5 2010, 04:46:40 UTC
Prussia sniffles, surprised, while the brunette starts raining kisses on his cheeks, eyelids, chin, even more when he goes back on his lips and he can taste salt, because he hadn't realized he was crying. He can't remember when it was the last time he cried while sober actually. No, wait. It was a week ago, when they fought. He closes his eyes. Here goes
nothing.
"I was so jealous. I was so fucking jealous. I was sure, sure you were with me just because
you had no other choice, and the moment a better option came around you'd have dropped me. You
could do better than me, you know? So much better. I mean, Spain, people can point at him on a
map. And no, don't come telling me that it's the same for you because it isn't. You've found
yourself a role in your brother's life. West keeps me around out of fucking good heart, because
I'm us - "
A sudden panic washes over him, because this is just too much, he can't say this. He
opens his eyes, only to see Romano crying too. He makes another surprised noise.
Sorry about the title, I'm on an Arctic Monkeys binge lately.
My other OTP! And since I tend to write them angsty anyway, the prompt fits like a glove, and it
ended up being this huge thing involving other characters, with enough angst to power an angsty
-powered city. I hope OP doesn't mind. So! No smut, which is weird for me, just a fade to black
in the end. Maybe I'll put on a smutty omake when school stop devouring my life.
Established GerIta and past SpaRo (yes, I went there), plus there's a bit of
dialogue in Italian and Spanish in the beginning, but there's a reason for that, kind of,
why, oh, why everything I write has to have some sort of convoluted plot? There's also a lot
of brothers interaction because I love it.
With Romano and Gilbert and a prompt like that maybe there's no need to warn you, but still - in
this fic there's enough swearing to last a particularly polite nation - say, Lithuania - for the
rest of its life. In two different languages.
Country names mostly, and the Italy brothers are Veneziano and ( ... )
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Thankfully, they aren't enganged into full-blown sex yet - Prussia has barely slid an hand
under Romano's t-shirt - but they are well on their way to that, kissing messily, moaning and
whining, noisy as usual, until they are interrupted by a "Lovino!" yelled with a distinct
Spanish accent. Both of them freeze, looking towards the door, and here he is - the rare sight
of a not-smiling Spain, instead with eyes wide as saucers in surprise and the slightest bit of
hurt.
The first one to react is Prussia, old soldier reflexes and all, even if his reaction is just
to roll off his lover like he's burnt, screaming "Scheisse! Who the fuck let you in?"
Romano just swallows and closes his eyes like he's in deep pain.
"I let myself in. This is my house, after all, mi amigo." Then Spain turns to
the other man, with a cold expression that looks out of place on him, speaking in an almost too
calm tone. "Lovino. ¿Que estás haciendo?"
Romano's eyes flare open again, filled with anger. "Quello che mi pare, e sono secoli che ( ... )
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"I'm not going after him, you see? I'm going to the kitchen! To make dinner! So stop
following me around!"
"What were you and Spain talking about?"
"Nothing that regards you, like I just said, are your ears just decoration?"
"Why it doesn't regard me."
"Because it's about us, him and me, ok? Just... just let go!"
They're in the kitchen now, and for a second Prussia thinks that angry Romano plus knives
isn't the best combination, but he's too fucking enraged to care.
"Let go. Let go. Verdammt, Romano, you just had a lover's quarrell with your ex
in front of me!"
"It wasn't a..."
"Oh, also bitte! I may not know your dumb language, but I can tell..."
"Ah, so my language is dumb now!"
"Don't change the subject!"
"There's no subject, there's nothing to talk about, so leave me alone!"
He turns towards the counter, grabs a knife and starts slicing a tomato, and Prussia sees
red. His voice drops to this dangerous whisper that makes Romano shudder and turn to look at him
with wide eyes. "Quatsch mit Sosse."
Romano however does ( ... )
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Prussia is almost purring now, and a stray part of Romano can't help but find him sexy,
despite the fact he's basically dripping with rage, or maybe just because of that.
"Oh, but I was the one over you, Liebling, don't you remember? The one who was making
you moan and whine, and then Spain arrives and everything ends. I may not be a good friend,
but what are you to Spain? Why he still has your key, why can he arrive uninvit..."
"E' una cazzata! He just... he drops by, sometimes, ok? But it was months from the
last time!"
"And why exactly wasn't I privy to this information?"
"Because it never happened since we started... doing. But it's nothing of your
business!"
"Ah. And when he dropped by, did you do with him?"
"Sì! Va bene? Sì! We were doing it, everybody knows that we were, and why the fuck
this is suddenly the most important event of my fucking life I don't know! What, you were
planning on marrying a virgin?"
He must not grab Romano by the t-shirt collar and slam him against the fridge's door, nothing ( ... )
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Prussia grabs Romano by the t-shirt collar and slams him against the fridge's door, knocking
the wind out of him - Romano has the presence of mind of letting the knife go, because, despite
everything, he still doesn't want to kill Prussia - he finds the first handle he can reach in
desperate fumbling. It's a frying pan, and he uses it to hit Prussia square on the top of the
head, with a loud 'duuun' that makes him almost chuckle. He's dropped, still a bit
breathless.
"You fucking asshole! You used a pan!" Prussia is this far from starting to
foam at the mouth, and it takes a second to remember what Veneziano told him about Hungary's
peculiar relationship with him. And when he remembers he finds himself even more enraged.
So he smiles, just like Spain taught him.
"Hn. Quante stronzate. You dare accuse me of cheating, and then you see a pan and get
all nostalgic about that fucking mean bitch."
It takes a second for the pain to register, but when it does Romano has to curl on his
stomach - fuck, Prussia packs one hell ( ... )
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"Goddamit Romano, bist du verrückt?"
Another dish lands with a crash right over his shoulder, and he throws himself on the floor,
starts crawling towards the door, a neverending streak of curses in all languages available
coming from both sides.
"Schifoso figlio di puttana! If I see you again in my house you'll have la
mafia on your ass!"
"Ah, yeah, like you can scare me, you fucking little Versager!"
Another dish goes flying.
"Schlampe!"
"Asshole!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"Testa di cazzo!"
"Hure!"
Prussia has finally reached the door, and Romano stops throwing dishes (he's out of reach
now).
"Yeah! Go! Go, you bastardo and don't ever come back!"
"Oh, trust me, this is the last time - the last time you hear of me!"
Romano suddenly stops in the middle of elaborating another ferocious insult, because between
his words Prussia has made this little pause that sounded suspiciously like a sob. But before he
can say anything, Prussia is out, slamming the door, and he's alone in his house. As usual.
He lets himself slide against the ( ... )
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"Romano." Veneziano's voice is sweet, temptative in the dark. "Romano." He feels the mattress
dip under the weight of his brother, the bed shift as he lies next to him.
"Romano, come out from under that pillow. Let me see your face."
Romano complies, because it's really hard to say no to his brother when he has his sweet,
reasonable tone. He tries to glare, but with bloodshot, puffy eyes it's hard.
"For how long have you been crying alone in the dark?"
"I'm not..." Veneziano raises an eyebrow. "Uh... for a while. How did you know..."
"Germany phoned me. Apparently, today he came home from work to a Prussia with a black eye
and
a bleeding lip."
"Ah."
"Look, I don't know what he did, but..."
"He punched me. Here." Romano lifts his t-shirt a bit, to reveal a round bruise that's
already going blue. "Also I think I'm going to have a bump on my head where he shoved me against
the fridge. But then you tell me I gave him a black eye and a cut lip, I say we're even."
Pause.
"He's not... worse, isn't it?"
"Germany says this is a ( ... )
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"And so I tell him, 'If my best friend was fucking my boyfriend behind my back, I'd like to
know', and he fucking smiles and goes all 'Ah well he could say the same thing about you,
tesoro', and things sort of went downhill from there. Anyway, I'm glad I got rid of that
fucking brat." Audible sniffle. "He was starting to get clingy, you know."
When Prussia goes back at chewing on his kebab sandwich with determination, Germany rolls his
eyes with such a strenght, it's a wonder his hair don't ruffle.
"Prussia, you do realize this whole story makes absolutely no sense from an outsider
perspective?" he asks, cutting neatly into his own sandwich.
"Yeah, I mean, what's the matter with him? He has the awesome me right there and he still..."
Another audible sniffle, immediately followed by more munching on the kebab sandwich.
"I wasn't talking about that. Prussia, why did you immediately decide that Romano was
cheating on you?"
Prussia's chewing stops. Restarts. Stops again. He swallows. "He went after him, right? And ( ... )
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It's a rather nice morning of middle march in Italy, perfect for a marriage. The little
church has recently been repainted white, and the big field around has been trimmed, the fresh,
tender grass a bright green. It's still cold however, and Romano shivers a little in his nice
clothes, hoping that Marisa, the bride (an old friend that helps them with documents and other
things to hide their immortality) arrives soon, so they can enter the church.
Today it's exactly a week from his fight with Prussia, and he hasn't heard from him since -
well, to be honest, he didn't call him either. It's not his fault, ok? He's an asshole. Still,
there's a tiny part of Romano (really, really tiny, don't get ideas) that may or may not miss
him, remember how what had started almost as a joke, a pastime, was slowly becoming... what?
Well... They fit. Behind all the bantering, the insulting, and the refusal to admit they may ( ... )
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"Hola."
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Romano whispers, huffing like an angry cat.
"I want to talk."
"About how you disappear for years and then reappear out of nowhere to make a scene?"
Antonio frowns. "You didn't call either."
"I was angry at you."
"You had no reason to."
"Oh, didn't I now? You were the one who told me we probably shouldn't see each other for a
while, and I was the one who told you it was bullshit. And you still have to explain to me where
all that crap about you feeling guilty came from."
"But I do feel guilty about you, Lovi. You were like a son to me, and I used your love
to..."
"You did nothing of the sorts. Stop treating me like a fucking child, Spain."
"I did use you, thought. And mistreat you too. Not physically, but still... I
manipulated you."
"It's all in the past."
"Doesn't mean that you should simply forgive me and take me back in your life as a lover.
It's not right."
"Let me decide what's right for me and what's not!"
"It's not right for me either, isn't it?" A sad smile. "And be ( ... )
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Prussia is still half-asleep on his bed, even if it's rather late for his Prussian standards.
He got really drunk the night before, and he may or may not have end up bawling on his brother's
shoulder about Romano not calling him. To be completely honest, Germany had to physically
restrain him from calling his cell phone, and only because drunken phone calls in the middle of
the night never lead to anything good, Germany insisted.
When sober however, he still refuses to call him - he's the one who owes him an explanation,
goddamit. Prussia is man enough to admit he does miss him, his warm skin, his kisses, and maybe
also the way he half-smiles when he comments on his prettiness and his grumbling in the morning
before his infusion of absurdly strong Italian coffee. But he won't become Romano's punching
ball the way Spain...
His cell phone rings, and Prussia retrieves it after some fumbling, and checks the name on
the screen. Uh. Speak of the devil...
"Spain. What can you possibly..."
"It has been years since the last ( ... )
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The first thing that Romano notices while coming home from the marriage is a little Trabant
parked right in front of his house, and he almost hits a street lamp with his own Fiat. He parks
carefully, throws his jacket over one shoulder (the day has warmed, and anyway he has been
eating for the past four hours) and walks over to the low gate to his little garden, trying hard
not to shake. Prussia is sitting on his front door's steps, but he stands quickly when he sees
him. Romano opens the small gate and enters, and then stills on the path halfway to the door,
raising his eyes to meet Prussia's.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I thought... I was beginning to think that you had... gone to your brother's and... you told
me that you do that sometimes when you're upset. Or that... actually I was sure you had seen me
from the window and you simply weren't opening because you hated me now."
Romano almost laughs. "So you decided to sit on my front door until I ran out of supplies."
Prussia's grin has a soft edge, and it does weird things to ( ... )
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"Uh... Spain called me. After he talked with you, I guess. He said... Ok, let's go straight
to the point. Why the fuck did you lie to me? About sex with him, I mean."
"How did I lie?"
"He said it was years since your last time together."
"I never said otherwise."
"You said that he dropped by and then you had sex, and you said it didn't happen since we
started dating... ok, so you didn't lie. But you have to admit, 'I haven't seen him in years'
has another ring to it."
Romano clears his throath, and starts looking at the floor's tiling with sudden interest.
"It's... complicated. And you have to admit you kind of overreacted there."
"Yeah, well, I was jealous, okay? And... nothing."
"What."
"I said nothing!"
There's another long, embarrassing silence, until Lovino starts to chuckle. "Dio, we
suck at this."
Prussia answers with a grin of his own. "We really both fail at this couple thing, isn't
it?"
"Looks like that. But hey, great sex."
"Yeah, we're good at it. Speaking of which," Prussia quickly pushes Romano on the couch ( ... )
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"Look. Let's make a deal." Romano rises, sitting up on his lap, and starts gesticulating,
like he always does when he wants a particularly difficult concept to pass across Prussia's
thick (but hot-looking) skull. Prussia, in no particular rush, puts his arms behind his head as
a pillow, to watch him more confortably, putting on his 'I'm going to listen to this really
seriously' face that makes Romano want to go all 'Buyoooh!' on him. Hm. He really passed too
much time with Spain.
"You know how my brother is always going around like an oblivous idiot singing 'Veh veh I
love Germany veh' and your brother is all 'oh no I don't love Veneziano but I'm going to behave
like a complete dork around him for no particular reason'?"
"You've got West down pat."
"I'm a good actor. And you know how Spain is always telling me I should be more like
Veneziano and Hungary and Austria invite West to family dinners but not you?"
"The awesome me doesn't need invitations. And they always bake more cake that they can eat ( ... )
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"Pff, ok." Romano takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes in concentration - he looks
gorgeous, and maybe Prussia can tell him this when his turn comes. "Years ago, we were going
steady, and I was head over heels for him. Seriously, I was completely
convinced there was nobody else in the world for me. Then, one day, he gave me this long,
contorted speech about penance for his old sins, which basically meant that he felt guilty for
taking my innocence," he snorts "and well... he may have sort of a point... but this is all
really complicated and doesn't regard you anyway.
"So, this whole thing becomes the classical 'let's not see each other for a while', after which
he disappears. Just like that. Except reunions in which we were forced to see each other, like
family dinners and the EU and such. I ignored him, but... I wasn't able to let go. For fucking
years. Even the day you came here, you know, our first time... I was waiting for him to ( ... )
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Prussia sniffles, surprised, while the brunette starts raining kisses on his cheeks,
eyelids, chin, even more when he goes back on his lips and he can taste salt, because he hadn't
realized he was crying. He can't remember when it was the last time he cried while sober
actually. No, wait. It was a week ago, when they fought. He closes his eyes. Here goes
nothing.
"I was so jealous. I was so fucking jealous. I was sure, sure you were with me just because
you had no other choice, and the moment a better option came around you'd have dropped me. You
could do better than me, you know? So much better. I mean, Spain, people can point at him on a
map. And no, don't come telling me that it's the same for you because it isn't. You've found
yourself a role in your brother's life. West keeps me around out of fucking good heart, because
I'm us - "
A sudden panic washes over him, because this is just too much, he can't say this. He
opens his eyes, only to see Romano crying too. He makes another surprised noise.
"Ah." Romano says, ( ... )
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