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Title: Bite Me!
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Romano/Prussia
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Romano mouths off to Prussia and a chance comment yields some unexpected results…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over and helping me with the title…
Author’s note 2: Even though I kinda like this pairing, this is the first time I’m writing it and it was a lil tough as I’m such a lil Spamano-girl, but I think I was able to make it work with my head-canon… *hopes so*
For vampirenaomi, whose Prumano fics I love so much, I had to give it a try…
Romano hung back away from the crowd at the party and sulked. His beloved Spain was busy with the stupid Pervert-bastard and his idiot brother was all over that moronic Potato-bastard. Not being very social, Romano hated parties, especially when the people he could talk to were having fun without him. He wondered if anyone would notice if he left. When he had worked up enough courage to leave, he turned and came face to face with the Albino-bastard. “Chigi!” he cried, startled by their near collision.
“Hey, Romano,” Prussia said. “You alright?” He flashed his trademark smirk at him.
Romano blushed and muttered softly in Italian, his color deepening when Prussia laughed.
“Itachen’s been teaching me Italian,” he said in answer to Romano’s unspoken question. “You wanna get a beer? Or a glass of wine? Or maybe something stronger? I heard America brought some bourbon that’s supposed to be pretty good.” Prussia gestured towards the makeshift bar. “Come on, I won’t bite unless you want me too.”
“No!” Romano frowned.
“Suit yourself, but I’d like something.”
Romano lifted his shoulder in a slight shrug. He looked over at his brother, drawn by his laughter. “Stupid Potato-bastard.”
Prussia followed his gaze. “Hey, you should be happy him. Don’t tell anyone,” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “but I’m glad my brother’s got him in his life. Itachen’s been good for him, you know?” At Romano’s dark look he added, “Hey! At least you’ve got someone. All I’ve got are my friends…” Prussia trailed off softly in a rare moment of vulnerability.
“What about that Pervert-bastard?”
“France?” Prussia snorted. “Sure we indulge a lil...” He waggled his eyebrows at him. “And I do have fun on occasion with Austria, but that’s about it.”
“What about Tomato--- Spain?”
“Only when I get together with France but his heart’s not really into it.” Taking Romano by the arm, Prussia led him to the bar, where they got something to drink. “You know he loves you,” he said, grinning at Romano’s reaction.
Romano’s cheeks heated up as he frowned.
“And from the look on your face, I’d say the feeling’s mutual.” Prussia drank his beer.
“Hell no!” Romano glared at him. “If I wanted to, I’d drag you off somewhere and fuck you!” he said heatedly.
“Yeah? Can I take you up on that offer?” Prussia grinned.
Romano sputtered wordlessly.
“Thought so.”
Prussia sounded so smug that Romano wanted to punch him. Instead, he grabbed his arm, and leaving their drinks behind, he dragged him away from the party, much to the albino’s amusement. Prussia had heard stories from Spain about his Italian lover, with the understanding, that if he ever got the chance to, he should have a bit of fun with him. Finding Romano’s bossiness a definite turn on, Prussia was eager to see what this would lead to.
Romano had also heard stories about the albino, although he shared the general opinion that Prussia was monumental ass. He was doing this simply because he wanted to teach that smug bastard a lesson. So that was how they found themselves, locked in an empty room with Prussia down on his knees before him.
“Suck me off, asshole!”
Prussia could not help grinning. “Jawohl!” he said as he opened Romano’s pants and tugged them down, freeing his cock. Prussia licked it.
“I said suck!” Romano moaned when Prussia did just that. He was surprised at how good the Albino-bastard was, growing hard under his ministrations. He figured Prussia was the type who liked things done to him. Leaning back against the desk, Romano let out another moan. Unfortunately, Prussia was too good with his tongue and Romano soon came with a shuddering moan.
Pulling back with a loud slurp, Prussia sat on his heels and grinned.
“Shut up, asshole!”
“But it’s my turn.”
Romano glared at him.
Prussia chuckled as he got to his feet. “You couldn’t handle my five meters anyway,” he smirked.
“Bite me!”
“Next time I will!”
Title: Bite Me!
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Romano/Prussia
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Romano mouths off to Prussia and a chance comment yields some unexpected results…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Jen, for looking this over and helping me with the title…
Author’s note 2: Even though I kinda like this pairing, this is the first time I’m writing it and it was a lil tough as I’m such a lil Spamano-girl, but I think I was able to make it work with my head-canon… *hopes so*
For vampirenaomi, whose Prumano fics I love so much, I had to give it a try…
Romano hung back away from the crowd at the party and sulked. His beloved Spain was busy with the stupid Pervert-bastard and his idiot brother was all over that moronic Potato-bastard. Not being very social, Romano hated parties, especially when the people he could talk to were having fun without him. He wondered if anyone would notice if he left. When he had worked up enough courage to leave, he turned and came face to face with the Albino-bastard. “Chigi!” he cried, startled by their near collision.
“Hey, Romano,” Prussia said. “You alright?” He flashed his trademark smirk at him.
Romano blushed and muttered softly in Italian, his color deepening when Prussia laughed.
“Itachen’s been teaching me Italian,” he said in answer to Romano’s unspoken question. “You wanna get a beer? Or a glass of wine? Or maybe something stronger? I heard America brought some bourbon that’s supposed to be pretty good.” Prussia gestured towards the makeshift bar. “Come on, I won’t bite unless you want me too.”
“No!” Romano frowned.
“Suit yourself, but I’d like something.”
Romano lifted his shoulder in a slight shrug. He looked over at his brother, drawn by his laughter. “Stupid Potato-bastard.”
Prussia followed his gaze. “Hey, you should be happy him. Don’t tell anyone,” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “but I’m glad my brother’s got him in his life. Itachen’s been good for him, you know?” At Romano’s dark look he added, “Hey! At least you’ve got someone. All I’ve got are my friends…” Prussia trailed off softly in a rare moment of vulnerability.
“What about that Pervert-bastard?”
“France?” Prussia snorted. “Sure we indulge a lil...” He waggled his eyebrows at him. “And I do have fun on occasion with Austria, but that’s about it.”
“What about Tomato--- Spain?”
“Only when I get together with France but his heart’s not really into it.” Taking Romano by the arm, Prussia led him to the bar, where they got something to drink. “You know he loves you,” he said, grinning at Romano’s reaction.
Romano’s cheeks heated up as he frowned.
“And from the look on your face, I’d say the feeling’s mutual.” Prussia drank his beer.
“Hell no!” Romano glared at him. “If I wanted to, I’d drag you off somewhere and fuck you!” he said heatedly.
“Yeah? Can I take you up on that offer?” Prussia grinned.
Romano sputtered wordlessly.
“Thought so.”
Prussia sounded so smug that Romano wanted to punch him. Instead, he grabbed his arm, and leaving their drinks behind, he dragged him away from the party, much to the albino’s amusement. Prussia had heard stories from Spain about his Italian lover, with the understanding, that if he ever got the chance to, he should have a bit of fun with him. Finding Romano’s bossiness a definite turn on, Prussia was eager to see what this would lead to.
Romano had also heard stories about the albino, although he shared the general opinion that Prussia was monumental ass. He was doing this simply because he wanted to teach that smug bastard a lesson. So that was how they found themselves, locked in an empty room with Prussia down on his knees before him.
“Suck me off, asshole!”
Prussia could not help grinning. “Jawohl!” he said as he opened Romano’s pants and tugged them down, freeing his cock. Prussia licked it.
“I said suck!” Romano moaned when Prussia did just that. He was surprised at how good the Albino-bastard was, growing hard under his ministrations. He figured Prussia was the type who liked things done to him. Leaning back against the desk, Romano let out another moan. Unfortunately, Prussia was too good with his tongue and Romano soon came with a shuddering moan.
Pulling back with a loud slurp, Prussia sat on his heels and grinned.
“Shut up, asshole!”
“But it’s my turn.”
Romano glared at him.
Prussia chuckled as he got to his feet. “You couldn’t handle my five meters anyway,” he smirked.
“Bite me!”
“Next time I will!”
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Date: 2013-07-25 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-25 05:50 pm (UTC)Thanks! For me, part of the fun of writing Romano is how worked up he gets and until now, he used to just stomp off, or if I was writing Spamano, end up in bed with Spain after stomping off. XD
Prussia's always fun to write. ;p I wish I had more words for this prompt, as I would have loved to have written Romano's reaction when Prussia tells him it's his turn. I might just do that too... :D
I had fun with this pairing & I think I'll be writing them again! :D Thanks for inspiring me to get out of my comfort zone! *huggles*
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Date: 2013-07-25 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-07-30 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 03:15 pm (UTC)*blushes* Thanks! I'm so glad you liked it! :D