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Of Love and Sweet, Sweet Churros	By : bratkitty Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Also I do not make money off of it.

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- 1-Of Love and Sweet, Sweet Churros
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Author's note: Hello, everyone. Welcome to my first fanfiction. And what a better place to start than my OTP Spain/Romano. :D I've lurked and read fics for a long time and thought I'd give a go at it. So, yeah. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia. Don't own it. Just writing about it.

“Not here,” Lovino breathed in Antonio's ear,” Someone will see us.”

“Don't worry, Lovi.” Antonio murmured, running his hand up Lovino's shirt letting his fingers graze over his smooth, flat stomach. “ We should be fine so long as you're not too loud.” He smiled as he nibbled on the space where Lovino's neck met his shoulder.

“Bastardo,” Lovino growled, but not putting up a fight. Instead he rolled his head to the side to give his Spaniard lover better access. If there was one trait that could describe the young Italian, it was his penchant for saying one thing but meaning another. Antonio gave himself a proverbial pat on the back for being so perceptive. If there was anyone who could read Lovino, it's him.

It was a warm, summer day. A perfect day with perfect weather. So perfect, in fact, Antonio decided it would be ideal for a picnic, dragging (much to Lovino's demise) some company in Lovi's idiot brother and his potato-bastard boyfriend. For clarification purposes, we'll call the latter two Feliciano and Ludwig. Lovino likes to use hyphenated variations of “idiot” and “bastard” for any given (ahem) “terms of endearment” for those who know him. We wouldn't want to get all of those bastards mixed up, after all.

Antonio counted his lucky stars that he managed to persuade Lovino into sneaking away into some bushes despite his lover's foul mood (another pat on the back for Antonio!). Ludwig had innocently put his hand on Feliciano's thigh, causing Lovi to drift dangerously close to a homicidal rampage. That would certainly be a social faux-pas that would ruin the social engagement.

But here they were, Lovi on his back blushing and whimpering softly as Antonio slowly unzipped Lovino's fly. Lovi arched his back in anticipation as Antonio left a trail of small kisses down his stomach, toward his hip, and down the line leading to Lovino's groin.

Antonio stopped briefly to take in the sight of the dark-haired Italian lying before him. What were normally amber colored eyes were half-lidded and now a deep shade of caramel from lust. He observed the rise and fall of his chest as a slight breeze caused the shadows of the leaves over them dance over Lovino's skin. Yes. He wanted to savor this moment.

“Get on with it already, Tomato-Bastard.” Lovi growled again, nudging his hip against Antonio in hopes to focus his attention back where it belonged. (See? There was a “-bastard” for everyone!)

Antonio snapped out of his trance, more than happy to oblige. He left a few more fleeting kisses on his hip bone before pulling down the front of his underwear freeing Lovino's straining erection. Lovino raised his head gazing down in expectation as Antonio took the tip of his manhood into his mouth. Lovino hissed. It took every ounce of his willpower not to thrust up in response to Antonio's meddling in his vital regions. Antonio then began to move up and down at an agonizingly slow pace.

He started out with shallow strokes before running his tongue up and down Lovi's length, swirling it around the head. It tasted sweeter than he had imagined. So very sweet, and yet familiar at the same time. That taste was so familiar. What was it, exactly? Antonio shrugged off, not really caring at the moment with much more (ahem) pressing matters at hand. . . Speaking of hands, Antonio's right one was at the base of Lovi's cock stroking slowly.

As Lovino's breathing became more labored, Antonio picked up the pace. He hummed softly to himself as he voraciously sucked off Lovino. It was beyond sweet.

Ok, Antonio thought to himself, I'm going to have to figure out what that taste is after this.

Antonio had resolved to sample every dessert in his culinary repertoire to figure this out. Eperiencing Lovi like this was delicious. Antonio could tell the vibrations from the humming nearly set Lovino over the edge, he then decided to take his member and swallow it whole.

. . .

Antonio woke up with a stir, suddenly realizing he lacked something. That little something just happened to be oxygen. He clawed at his throat while desperately trying to swallow but to no avail. There was a certainly unwelcome . . . thing in his throat that had no intention of unlodging itself anytime soon. He tried to cough it out, but that proved impossible being that he couldn't get a breath for leverage. He could feel himself getting light headed and he decided to mentally curse the intruding mystery object in his windpipe before slipping into unconsciousness.

As he could feel the cold, black grip of nothingness around him, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his stomach, followed by another equally sudden sharp breath of air as the thing in Antonio's throat launched itself into the ether, never to be seen again.

“Stupid idiot Tomato-Bastard!” Lovino started before letting out a stream of curses which we will skip for the time being.

Antonio blinked at the angry-cursing man in a confused fashion. How did Lovi get dressed so quickly and why are we in my living room?

“I you're going to take a siesta,” Lovi said after the long, eloquent stream of obscenities, “at least take the churro out of your mouth first!”

Ah. So the churro was the culprit. Hmm, Antonio mused to himself, I knew that taste was familiar.

The Spaniard could do nothing but grin weakly at the younger Italian. At the moment, he decided to ignore the embarrassment for appreciation for Lovi and his unique brand of the Heimlich maneuver (a move Lovi had refused to learn simply because it sounded too German). Antonio didn't care. The said move had just saved him from certain demise by fellating a pastry.

“And what the hell were you doing with that churro anyway?!” Lovino exclaimed,”You were all licking and stuff before I could stop you from swallowing it completely!”

Ah, there was that embarrassment Antonio had been hoping to avoid a moment ago.

“Ah, well, hehe. You know me, Lovi. I don't remember what I dream about usually,” the Spaniard said lamely.

“Yeah, well, you should be more careful next time. I don't want to walk in one day and find you dead because you choked on your food in your sleep,” Lovino almost sounded downright concerned. Antonio was touched. “I'm not paying for your stupid funeral, you know!”

Well that ended that.

“I'll be more careful next time,” Antonio smiled anyway. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, whatever,” Lovino blushed. “J-just don't let it happen again!”

Lovino stomped out of the living room in classic Lovi fashion leaving Antonio with his thoughts, and a sneaky homicidal piece of Spanish pastry lurking about somewhere in the room. He looked down, much to his own horror.

That was when he realized he was still hard.

I wonder how much of that Lovi saw, Antonio thought.

Wait, did he say he watched me do that entire thing and waited until I was choking to save me?

“Lovi,” Antonio whined, “You're so mean!”

To be continued!
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