Part 1a Spain/Romano
anonymous
June 20 2011, 22:23:18 UTC
Fill for the age-play request here in part 13 Author!Anon apologizes for all the weird italics and swearing. Romano glared incredulously at his former boss, hyper aware of the spoon pressed to his lips. Unable to swear in any language at the older country, he pressed his lips closed further. “Come on Lovi, open up!” Spain’s face looked ridiculous and stupid, contorted into the most stupid expression he’d ever seen, “Say ‘Ahhh’!” As soon as the stupid blue bottle was pulled away from his mouth, Romano exploded. “What the hell?! Stupid tomato-bastard what’s gotten into you?” His face red, he closed his mouth, only to fid that somehow the damn spoon (baby spoon no less) of mush was in his mouth. And then he was swallowing it and Oh God for some sick reason he was actually liking it… and ew baby food but then it was okay because it was Spain but no it wasn’t because he was an independent country now and had been grown up for centuries but then why the hell was he enjoying being babied and… It was suddenly pulled away, and Spain was back
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Part 1b Spain/Romano Not a kid
anonymous
June 20 2011, 22:26:01 UTC
It occurred to me that I didn't give this a title in the last one =.= “Do we need to punish you for using suck filthy language?” Spain’s eyes were narrowed slightly and fuck no it wasn’t sexy in the least, not even a little bit with his fucking hot Spanish accent practically dripping off the words and the slightest flicker of cold in his warm green eyes. Romano whimpered pathetically, going limp in his former boss’ hold, his eyes closed in mortification because fuck it, this was sexy as hell, even if he was wearing a stupid diaper and Spain’s hands were running up his legs just right, and- “Lovi?” A surprisingly gentle voice called from above, slight pleading coloring it and he couldn’t help but open his eyes again and damn it all he was staring into beautiful, caring, emerald green eyes and he couldn’t help but let a few tears of embarrassment leak out of the corner of his eye, “What’s wrong? Are you tired? Hungry
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Part 1c/final Spain/Romano Not a kid
anonymous
June 20 2011, 22:28:59 UTC
From the angle he was at, Romano couldn’t see the seductive smirk on the Spaniard’s face, nor the darkening of lust in his emerald eyes as he carried the small body of South Italy towards his bedroom. Feeling his back hit the bed, Romano’s eyes opened, finding his boss (he was in the mindset of his child self, so of course the tomato-bastard was his boss) kneeling over him. He blinked curiously, reaching up as Spain started to pull off his simple t-shirt, allowing it to be pulled off fully. “Boss?” He tugged at the older nation’s shirt innocently, “You too?” “Awww, mi Lovinito is so adorable~!” Spain’s eyes were still dark as he pulled off his shirt, leaning down to kiss the smaller nation’s nose. Romano wrinkled the aforementioned nose, poking Spain in the chest, “I’m not adorable, tomato-bastard!” “Sure you are~” Antonio smirked, “and what did I say about your language?” Romano blushed, falling out of character for a moment, “Err… that you’d… um…punish me…” “Si,” Spain smirked, running a hand through Romano’s hair, tugging on his
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Author!Anon apologizes for all the weird italics and swearing.
Romano glared incredulously at his former boss, hyper aware of the spoon pressed to his lips. Unable to swear in any language at the older country, he pressed his lips closed further.
“Come on Lovi, open up!” Spain’s face looked ridiculous and stupid, contorted into the most stupid expression he’d ever seen, “Say ‘Ahhh’!”
As soon as the stupid blue bottle was pulled away from his mouth, Romano exploded.
“What the hell?! Stupid tomato-bastard what’s gotten into you?” His face red, he closed his mouth, only to fid that somehow the damn spoon (baby spoon no less) of mush was in his mouth. And then he was swallowing it and Oh God for some sick reason he was actually liking it… and ew baby food but then it was okay because it was Spain but no it wasn’t because he was an independent country now and had been grown up for centuries but then why the hell was he enjoying being babied and… It was suddenly pulled away, and Spain was back ( ... )
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“Do we need to punish you for using suck filthy language?” Spain’s eyes were narrowed slightly and fuck no it wasn’t sexy in the least, not even a little bit with his fucking hot Spanish accent practically dripping off the words and the slightest flicker of cold in his warm green eyes.
Romano whimpered pathetically, going limp in his former boss’ hold, his eyes closed in mortification because fuck it, this was sexy as hell, even if he was wearing a stupid diaper and Spain’s hands were running up his legs just right, and-
“Lovi?” A surprisingly gentle voice called from above, slight pleading coloring it and he couldn’t help but open his eyes again and damn it all he was staring into beautiful, caring, emerald green eyes and he couldn’t help but let a few tears of embarrassment leak out of the corner of his eye, “What’s wrong? Are you tired? Hungry ( ... )
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Feeling his back hit the bed, Romano’s eyes opened, finding his boss (he was in the mindset of his child self, so of course the tomato-bastard was his boss) kneeling over him. He blinked curiously, reaching up as Spain started to pull off his simple t-shirt, allowing it to be pulled off fully.
“Boss?” He tugged at the older nation’s shirt innocently, “You too?”
“Awww, mi Lovinito is so adorable~!” Spain’s eyes were still dark as he pulled off his shirt, leaning down to kiss the smaller nation’s nose.
Romano wrinkled the aforementioned nose, poking Spain in the chest, “I’m not adorable, tomato-bastard!”
“Sure you are~” Antonio smirked, “and what did I say about your language?”
Romano blushed, falling out of character for a moment, “Err… that you’d… um…punish me…”
“Si,” Spain smirked, running a hand through Romano’s hair, tugging on his ( ... )
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