America/Romano at the present though it's going to end with Spain/Romano and focuses mostly on the Spain/Romano.
Romano starts a relationship with America and, because of lack of experience, gets relationship advice from Spain. Romano and Spain will eventually overstep that friendship line and will have to deal with the consequences.
Untitled - 5a/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:12:37 UTC
chapter five
America was in the bedroom, either thinking of things that would make him lose his erection or ‘dealing with it’ while Romano locked himself in the bathroom and dealt with his own.
America had touched Romano’s cock once or twice before, but he’d never actually cupped it until now.
But-Romano felt so, horribly, inconceivably guilty about this-when America had touched him, Romano had been reminded of the times when Spain had touched him. Specifically, he thought of the time when he and Spain had been outside, in the garden of Spain’s house, and Spain had gone a little too far in his teaching. (And there had been other times where they’d gone a bit too far, but the time in the garden was the one that stuck out the most in Romano’s head because someone could have seen and being caught had been the last thing on his mind.)
He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about those things when he was with America.
How could Romano have thought like that when he was kissing America? When he was moments away from having sex with America
( ... )
Untitled - 5b/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:16:28 UTC
He stared at the floor as he made his way to the bed, plopping onto the sheets very stiffly. Sorry, he wanted to say, but he remained too stubborn to do so. “What?” he growled instead. He hated that his voice was snappier than he’d meant for it to sound. He had no right to act this way when he was the one who was wrong. He was wrong about a lot of things.
But he wasn’t about to tell America that.
“Hey.” America moved to sit next to Romano on the edge of the bed, cupping Romano’s face in his hand and turning it so they were looking at each other. “You don’t have to be sorry.”
It was like something in Romano exploded at those words, because America had no right to say that kind of thing to Romano. Not when Romano was such a horrible asshole of a boyfriend that couldn’t even keep his thoughts away from other people-Spain, Spain, Spain-during intimate moments.
“This isn’t the first fucking time!” Romano cried out without thinking, his eyes stinging. He wasn’t going to cry. Damn it, he wasn’t going to fucking cry! He was supposed to
( ... )
Untitled - 5c/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:18:55 UTC
“It doesn’t matter.” America gave him a small smile. “The only other nations who have lasted as long as us, or longer, were in it because of politics or because. . .” America made a face. “Well, someone told me it was because their countries were close together on the map, but I couldn’t find them, so I can’t really say.”
Romano cracked a smile.
“Yeah! See, we’ve lasted long distance, and we were able to do it without worrying about sex, without cheating, without getting into any huge fights, without politics, without any of that.” America pulled away from Romano to grab his hands, looking into Romano’s eyes. “So you don’t need to think that I’m mad or something is wrong just because we haven’t had sex yet.”
Romano both hated and loved that America was able to comfort him so easily. Sometimes America missed the mark (though Romano was never going to admit to anyone that Spain had been on his mind before sex), the way Spain did, but America always meant well and always managed to help Romano in some way
( ... )
Untitled - 5d/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:22:04 UTC
He knew that he was lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend, especially since he was an asshole to everyone and didn’t deserve the kind of happiness he was getting. So. . . It wasn’t wrong of him to want to make sure that America was happy, too.
It wasn’t wrong of him to want to have sex with America, eventually, because he knew that was what America wanted.
America gave Romano everything. It wasn’t wrong that Romano wanted to give something back to America, as well. Romano didn’t want to keep being selfish. He didn’t want to make his insecurities the reason America wasn’t receiving equal love in their relationship.
He wasn’t going to disappoint America another time.
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Wrong. Wrong. WrongSpain was on Romano’s mind again, and he didn’t know why. What kind of boyfriend did it make him, if he couldn’t even keep his thoughts from wandering toward other men? Why was he thinking of Spain so much, anyway
( ... )
Untitled - 5e/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:25:46 UTC
Romano didn’t understand why he wasn’t always thinking of America when it was America who was giving him so much (though he couldn’t just ignore what Spain had done for him, too). Romano couldn’t understand why he couldn’t ever be happy with what he had. He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t ecstatic with everything in his life. He had a perfect boyfriend and the perfect friend, and Goddammit, it should have been enough
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Untitled - 5f/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:29:19 UTC
Groaning, Romano wrapped his arms around America’s neck, pulling himself closer to America so their bodies were grinding against each other. Romano twisted some strands of America’s hair around his fingers, knowing how America liked it when Romano played with his hair like that. He liked it when America was happy, even if it was a little thing like this. Romano planned on taking off America’s glasses later, since he knew America had taken the slightest liking to Romano trying them on
( ... )
Untitled - 5g/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:33:27 UTC
He wanted to make America happy, but giving America terrible sex wasn’t going to do it.
America would be the most wonderful boyfriend when it came to dealing with Romano’s lack of knowledge, but Romano just. . . He couldn’t. It was an unexplainable thing, a silent force holding him back. He was holding himself back.
Before he could open his mouth to voice his sudden shift in mood (and Goddammit, Romano had been sure that he could do it), America was already pulling back. He must have seen the look on Romano’s face, the way Romano’s eyes had lost their spark.
“I. . . I know,” he said, so Romano didn’t even have to say anything.
They both sat up and looked away from each other. Romano’s thoughts began to race.
Spain had helped him before and Spain would help him again. Romano didn’t even think much of it, of what it meant to be going to Spain, of what it meant to be going to Spain after all his thoughts of Spain.
It was Spain, so of course it was fine. It was SpainAnd while Romano was thankful for his understanding boyfriend (
( ... )
Untitled - 5h/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:37:11 UTC
At the same time, he forced himself to store them away because Romano had America now, and it wasn’t right for him to think that their kissing practice had meant anything more.
Was. . . Was Romano asking for advice again? Did he still need help in kissing America? Spain’s hands clenched unconsciously. He didn’t think that was it because he knew that Romano and America had been kissing perfectly fine at the last world meeting-not that he’d been watching them-and Spain knew he was a good enough teacher that Romano wouldn’t have needed more advice.
Unless. . .
Did Romano need sex advice this time? Did Romano need the advice Spain had offered from the beginning, the advice Spain had thought Romano needed originally, the advice that Spain had never wanted to give?
Something in Spain churned uncomfortably at that thought. That was it, wasn’t it? Romano needed sex advice. Spain didn’t want to give Romano sex advice, not when he wanted to be the one to have sex with Romano.
Sex. With Romano. MmmOh. Spain stiffened in his seat, hoping
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Untitled - 5i/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:40:40 UTC
“I just. . .” Romano looked so uncomfortable, then, and a part of Spain felt nauseous because it made it look more and more like Romano needed sex advice. “I. . . I need you to tell me some things.”
Spain’s heart began to pound a little faster. No, no, no. “Some things like?”
“Whattodowhenyouhavesex.” Romano’s words blurred into something Spain couldn’t interpret. It felt like he had lived this moment before, when Romano had been asking for help kissing, only this time there was more at stake.
“What?” Please, let it not be-
“Sex.” Romano’s face was as red as ever, his eyes focused anywhere but at Spain, his mouth a thin line. NoHe’d been right, and he really hadn’t wanted to be
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Untitled - 5j/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:45:15 UTC
“It’s about give and take. In the way you can’t just stand there when America kisses you, you can’t just lie there when you have sex.” Spain shifted in his seat, tapping his chin as though he was deep in thought. “Have you two discussed what positions you’ll be in when you. . .”-Spain’s voice sounded off, but Romano didn’t comment because it was probably unimportant and Romano had his own problems to worry about-“do it?”
“And how is that your Goddamn business?” Romano demanded, crossing his arms. Like hell he would tell Spain about his thoughts on the matter! Spain couldn’t know!
Spain smiled a little. “I can’t explain what you’re supposed to do if I don’t know what you’re going to be doing, right, Roma?”
Fuck Spain’s logic. Spain wasn’t even supposed to have logic!
Romano sunk into his seat, face burning. Spain would know things about him. It was already embarrassing enough that, without even deliberating this time, he’d gone straight to Spain for fucking sex advice. It had been mortifying to get Spain’s help in kissing, but this
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Untitled - 5k/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:49:59 UTC
Spain’s voice was melodic, husky or soft at all the right moments, and Romano found himself settling into his seat and just losing himself in Spain’s voice. The problem lay in that he already knew what Spain was telling him.
He knew that he had to move during sex; he knew that he was supposed to let desire take him (which was kind of difficult when he considered that Spain was on his fucking mind whenever he and America got close to doing anything). Spain was telling him what body parts to move, but that wasn’t enough. It was like how he knew he had to move his tongue when he kissed. Knowing and experiencing were two different things
( ... )
Untitled - 5l/?
anonymous
August 17 2011, 08:54:35 UTC
As though he’d been shocked, Romano jumped at Spain’s call. Heart hammering fast and hard, he brought his gaze to Spain’s face. Spain looked happy, his face pleasantly flushed, and he seemed to radiate excitement, nervousness, and something else, something Romano wasn’t used to.
“What?” he snapped, trying to make it seem as though he’d been paying attention.
“Sex?”
Was Spain seriously that dumb? Of course Romano wanted to have sex; it was why he’d come to Spain in the first place, asking for advice on the subject. Spain didn’t need to know all the dirty details of why Romano wanted sex, but Romano obviously wanted it. “Idiot” was all he could think to say.
Spain’s face seemed to fall for a moment, but then he went back to grinning. “With me?”
What? Romano felt his face grow horribly warm. “I. . . What?”
“Are you okay?” Spain asked, and Romano wanted to ask Spain the same thing. Where had Spain gotten the idea that Romano wanted to have sex with him? It wasn’t an inaccurate thought, but where had it come from? Unless. . . Fuck,
( ... )
Authors Notes and Replies
anonymous
August 17 2011, 09:00:30 UTC
Ohmygod, I’m so sorry this update is so late! (And so long XD It was supposed to be shorter. Would you all prefer shorter updates? I could split them. =P) I pushed writing aside for what I thought would be a couple weeks, and then months had flown by and now it’s the end of summer and this wasn’t supposed to happen at all! =( Updates for this, unfortunately, will not be as fast as they’d been when I’d first started writing this (why did life have to get so complicated from then to now?), but hopefully they won’t take as long as this one did. I love writing this fic too much, and I’m really excited to write some fluffy smut between these two. =D
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Re: Authors Notes and Replies
anonymous
August 17 2011, 09:27:52 UTC
HOLY SHIT, A!ANON. I LITERALLY JUST STARTED READING THIS LAST NIGHT AND WAS SO UPSET YOU HADN'T UPDATED, SO WHEN I SAW THIS UPDATE I FLIPPED MY SHIT. (It's 5:30, and I woke the house up.)
Re: Authors Notes and Replies
anonymous
August 17 2011, 09:48:46 UTC
God, it has been a long time, hasn't it? I'd actually forgotten about this fill, so rediscovering it when you updated was amazing. <3 I enjoy your writing so much; even though I should probably be at least a little angry with Romano and Spain, I really see them both as sympathetic characters. This story just rings true enough that I'm not angry at Spain, even though he truly is taking advantage of the situation on some levels. And I really actually feel sorry for Romano, which is constantly a surprise. Your characterization is just so good that I can believe his paralyzing insecurity and his confusion and denial about his feelings for Spain; otherwise I'd be disgusted with him, but he really is genuinely conflicted, isn't he? I almost feel more sorry for him than for America. :'D And I do love your America, A!A. He's such a sweetheart. <3
America/Romano at the present though it's going to end with Spain/Romano and focuses mostly on the Spain/Romano.
Romano starts a relationship with America and, because of lack of experience, gets relationship advice from Spain. Romano and Spain will eventually overstep that friendship line and will have to deal with the consequences.
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America was in the bedroom, either thinking of things that would make him lose his erection or ‘dealing with it’ while Romano locked himself in the bathroom and dealt with his own.
America had touched Romano’s cock once or twice before, but he’d never actually cupped it until now.
But-Romano felt so, horribly, inconceivably guilty about this-when America had touched him, Romano had been reminded of the times when Spain had touched him. Specifically, he thought of the time when he and Spain had been outside, in the garden of Spain’s house, and Spain had gone a little too far in his teaching. (And there had been other times where they’d gone a bit too far, but the time in the garden was the one that stuck out the most in Romano’s head because someone could have seen and being caught had been the last thing on his mind.)
He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about those things when he was with America.
How could Romano have thought like that when he was kissing America? When he was moments away from having sex with America ( ... )
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But he wasn’t about to tell America that.
“Hey.” America moved to sit next to Romano on the edge of the bed, cupping Romano’s face in his hand and turning it so they were looking at each other. “You don’t have to be sorry.”
It was like something in Romano exploded at those words, because America had no right to say that kind of thing to Romano. Not when Romano was such a horrible asshole of a boyfriend that couldn’t even keep his thoughts away from other people-Spain, Spain, Spain-during intimate moments.
“This isn’t the first fucking time!” Romano cried out without thinking, his eyes stinging. He wasn’t going to cry. Damn it, he wasn’t going to fucking cry! He was supposed to ( ... )
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Romano cracked a smile.
“Yeah! See, we’ve lasted long distance, and we were able to do it without worrying about sex, without cheating, without getting into any huge fights, without politics, without any of that.” America pulled away from Romano to grab his hands, looking into Romano’s eyes. “So you don’t need to think that I’m mad or something is wrong just because we haven’t had sex yet.”
Romano both hated and loved that America was able to comfort him so easily. Sometimes America missed the mark (though Romano was never going to admit to anyone that Spain had been on his mind before sex), the way Spain did, but America always meant well and always managed to help Romano in some way ( ... )
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It wasn’t wrong of him to want to have sex with America, eventually, because he knew that was what America wanted.
America gave Romano everything. It wasn’t wrong that Romano wanted to give something back to America, as well. Romano didn’t want to keep being selfish. He didn’t want to make his insecurities the reason America wasn’t receiving equal love in their relationship.
He wasn’t going to disappoint America another time.
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Wrong. Wrong. WrongSpain was on Romano’s mind again, and he didn’t know why. What kind of boyfriend did it make him, if he couldn’t even keep his thoughts from wandering toward other men? Why was he thinking of Spain so much, anyway ( ... )
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America would be the most wonderful boyfriend when it came to dealing with Romano’s lack of knowledge, but Romano just. . . He couldn’t. It was an unexplainable thing, a silent force holding him back. He was holding himself back.
Before he could open his mouth to voice his sudden shift in mood (and Goddammit, Romano had been sure that he could do it), America was already pulling back. He must have seen the look on Romano’s face, the way Romano’s eyes had lost their spark.
“I. . . I know,” he said, so Romano didn’t even have to say anything.
They both sat up and looked away from each other. Romano’s thoughts began to race.
Spain had helped him before and Spain would help him again. Romano didn’t even think much of it, of what it meant to be going to Spain, of what it meant to be going to Spain after all his thoughts of Spain.
It was Spain, so of course it was fine. It was SpainAnd while Romano was thankful for his understanding boyfriend ( ( ... )
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Was. . . Was Romano asking for advice again? Did he still need help in kissing America? Spain’s hands clenched unconsciously. He didn’t think that was it because he knew that Romano and America had been kissing perfectly fine at the last world meeting-not that he’d been watching them-and Spain knew he was a good enough teacher that Romano wouldn’t have needed more advice.
Unless. . .
Did Romano need sex advice this time? Did Romano need the advice Spain had offered from the beginning, the advice Spain had thought Romano needed originally, the advice that Spain had never wanted to give?
Something in Spain churned uncomfortably at that thought. That was it, wasn’t it? Romano needed sex advice. Spain didn’t want to give Romano sex advice, not when he wanted to be the one to have sex with Romano.
Sex. With Romano. MmmOh. Spain stiffened in his seat, hoping ( ... )
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Spain’s heart began to pound a little faster. No, no, no. “Some things like?”
“Whattodowhenyouhavesex.” Romano’s words blurred into something Spain couldn’t interpret. It felt like he had lived this moment before, when Romano had been asking for help kissing, only this time there was more at stake.
“What?” Please, let it not be-
“Sex.” Romano’s face was as red as ever, his eyes focused anywhere but at Spain, his mouth a thin line. NoHe’d been right, and he really hadn’t wanted to be ( ... )
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“And how is that your Goddamn business?” Romano demanded, crossing his arms. Like hell he would tell Spain about his thoughts on the matter! Spain couldn’t know!
Spain smiled a little. “I can’t explain what you’re supposed to do if I don’t know what you’re going to be doing, right, Roma?”
Fuck Spain’s logic. Spain wasn’t even supposed to have logic!
Romano sunk into his seat, face burning. Spain would know things about him. It was already embarrassing enough that, without even deliberating this time, he’d gone straight to Spain for fucking sex advice. It had been mortifying to get Spain’s help in kissing, but this ( ... )
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He knew that he had to move during sex; he knew that he was supposed to let desire take him (which was kind of difficult when he considered that Spain was on his fucking mind whenever he and America got close to doing anything). Spain was telling him what body parts to move, but that wasn’t enough. It was like how he knew he had to move his tongue when he kissed. Knowing and experiencing were two different things ( ... )
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“What?” he snapped, trying to make it seem as though he’d been paying attention.
“Sex?”
Was Spain seriously that dumb? Of course Romano wanted to have sex; it was why he’d come to Spain in the first place, asking for advice on the subject. Spain didn’t need to know all the dirty details of why Romano wanted sex, but Romano obviously wanted it. “Idiot” was all he could think to say.
Spain’s face seemed to fall for a moment, but then he went back to grinning. “With me?”
What? Romano felt his face grow horribly warm. “I. . . What?”
“Are you okay?” Spain asked, and Romano wanted to ask Spain the same thing. Where had Spain gotten the idea that Romano wanted to have sex with him? It wasn’t an inaccurate thought, but where had it come from? Unless. . . Fuck, ( ... )
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