Mine Forever

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

"No!!" Romano struggled against France's grip.

 

One mistake. One stupid, tiny mistake got him in this position this time. Romano woke up earlier than France, who wasn't holding onto him in his sleep for once. Romano was fairly hungry, for once, so he left the bed, waking France up by the change in weight. Of course, seeing Romano completely naked first thing in the morning got France in the mood.

 

"We both just woke up! I'm fucking hungry, and I just want something to eat!"

 

France just smiled. "I got something for you to "eat." Romano snapped and slapped France across the cheek. They were both shocked by this. "What's the matter? You seemed to have enjoyed it last night."

 

"That's not true! Damn it... Leave me alone, and make me something to eat while you're at it..."

 

France got off of Romano. "So if I give you something to eat, you'll cooperate?"

 

"I never said that!" Romano got up to grab some clothes, before France stopped him.

 

"Those aren't necessary right now. Either way, I plan on taking you after breakfast." France took the clothes from Romano, putting them back. He got a key-only pad lock from his pants that were laying on the floor to lock the bureau.

 

"Fuck you!" Romano attempted to punch the blond frenchman, but instead he just barely missed him.

 

"No, actually you're the one who's going to get fucked." France chuckled slightly before leaving the basement to make something to eat.

 

"Damn it..." Romano covered himself up on the bed. "I hate you!!" He screamed, hoping the other could hear him. One month. It has already been a month since he was trapped down here. He could tell that he's been getting weak.

 

'Maybe I should just...' He started crying. 'No... But... But then, how else are they...'

 

France was staring at Romano while the boy was eating, which annoyed him. "Stop watching me eat."

 

"Why are you hiding your body? It's such a shame."

 

"I'm hiding it from creeps like you!"

 

"If you're done, then put that bowl aside."

 

Romano gave a  low growl, but continue eating anyway. He was trying to get every last bit, to stall on time, until France caught this and took the bowl away and set it on the small fridge.

 

"You must've been very hungry to try eating every bit and crumb." France opened his white robe, revealing his 'vital regions.' Romano looked away, until France took his chin in between two fingers and turned it back. "Look."

 

Romano looked for a second before averting his eyes away. France sat down on the bed with him, grabbing the Italian's wrist and pulling it forward towards his 'regions.'

 

"No!" Romano tried pulling his arm away, eventually getting his hand back from the Frenchman. France pushed Romano on his back, crawling over him and grabbing his wrist again. 

 

"If you don't remember, you slapped me earlier. Just be lucky I'm not hitting you." He ran Romano's hand up and down his length.

 

Romano gasped. "St-Stop..." He looked away, eyes tightly shut. "Just hurry up and leave me alone..."

 

"You don't like foreplay? So it's okay with you if I just take you dry? Well, if that's what you want." France forced Romano's legs over his shoulders before pushing against the unprepared hole.

 

"W-Wait, I... Ah...!" Romano threw his head back against the pillows. France kept a steady pace, just fast enough to hear the other's grunts. He would get the occasional moan from hitting Romano's prostate every now and then. Then France reached down to wrap a hand around Romano's length before pumping quickly, making said italian's moans louder.

 

Romano didn't fight it. He figured that if he cooperated more, then more of France's people would visit the southern part of Italy. Then Spain, as well as a few others, would get the hint and save him.

 

"You know, that face you make when I take you like this, just makes me wanna fuck you harder." France panted.

 

"St-" Romano bit his lips, keeping him from saying anything. The more he refused France, the more of his men not visiting south Italy. "God! Just- Ah!" He came all over his chest and stomach.

 

France went a little faster when the muscles tightend around his cock. He looked at Romano's face, and thought about how he owns that very same face, in his mind at least. He unloaded his seed deep inside of Romano, catching his breath before pulling out.

 

"Beautiful... Tres beau."

 

"I hate you..."

 

"That hurts, Romano, really!" France feigned sadness.

 

"Good! Leave me alone already!"

 

"No, I don't think I will. I don't think you deserve to be alone with that attitude."

 

"Why the fuck not?! Don't you have work or something?"

 

"Not today!" France smiled. He went into the bathroom to get a rag and run it in hot water to give it to Romano. 

 

Romano took the rag and walked into the bathroom to wash himself off with it.

 

France walked in after him, staring at the broken mirror. "Do you want me to get rid of the mirror?" He asked, concerned.

 

"...Sì." The mirror brought him bad memories of after it was broken. "I don't think I was thinking when I broke it..."

 

"Oui. You told me that before. I'll be right back with a skrewdriver, then." France unlocked the pad-lock to the bureau before leaving the basement.