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Adult ++
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28
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Chapter Eighteen
Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
APHAPHAPH
France was running his hand's on Romano's head gently. Romano had his back to France, not wanting to look at him.
"France... Does that mouthwash have any alcohol in it?"
"Non. I replaced your mouth wash and tooth paste so it would be safe to swallow. Pour quoi?"*
"Huh?"
"Why do you ask, cher?"
"You're prediction came true. I was hoping to numb my mind a little before leaving to go to... L-Last night..."
France sighed. He unlocked the chain, disconnecting it from the wall, and pulled on it. "Come on. You need this, anyway."
"Need what? What?! What do I need?"
"You need some fresh air, mon petit Romano. I never said that you don't get- atleast- part of your prize, if you lose."
"...'Kay." Romano couldn't think of anything else to say to his captor.
He noticed the new long pole outside right away. It has a ball at the top of it, so he could guess what it would be used for.
"Here. You can wear these." France placed a pair of slippers with bells on them infront of Romano. "There's bells on them so I can hear your every movement. Other than that, I just don't want your socks to get stained by the grass."
Romano slipped them on and walked outside. France wrapped the chain around the pole before connecting the links together with a pad lock that had a key hole in it.
"I'll be right in the kitchen if you need me."
Romano walked as far away from the house possible, circled the pole around while being as far away from it as possible. He took a deep breath and walked back to the pole to sit down by it. He could hear the silent tapping of a keyboard from the kitchen.
"I think I have the right to know what you're doing to my nation."
"I'm keeping everything the same, mostly. I watch the population of southern Italy. It's normal."
"Define "normal."
"The mafia hasn't been killing people lately."
"And that's normal?"
France paused to think of something to say. "Um... I... I don't know."
"At least they're not killing me in the process... Hey, do you happen to have a book in Italian?"
"No, but I can get a few in about a week." He closed his laptop and stood up. He walked outside. "Mais, for now, we can have fun some other way, non, Romano~?"
Romano could tell what he meant. "No..."
"Oui, mon plus cher." France sat down in front of Romano. He rubbed in between Romano's legs, making him gasp. France leaned over to grab the curl into his mouth. He slipped his hand inside of Romano's pants, rubbing him through his boxers.
"France, stop... Too hot..."
"I can easily fix that..." France unbuttoned Romano's shirt, then pants, before pulling those off, along with his boxers. France started trailing kisses on Romano's shoulders, going down to his chest, than stomach. He went a little further down until Romano struggled with getting his shirt completely off.
France reached out in between Romano's legs again, slipping a finger inside of him. Romano moaned loudly, spreading his legs out without realizing it so France could go in deeper. Romano could feel the other man's gaze as the finger disappeared and reappeared constantly.
"Sick bastard... Stop looking at me like that..."
"Then why did you spread your legs out if you don't want me to look, hm?" He took the finger out to work on his own pants. He lifted Romano from his thighs, against the pole, before thrusting into him slowly.
Romano moaned in a high-pitched voice and threw his head back, almost hitting the pole. Eventually, the pole grinding against his back started getting annoying to him, so he hugged France's shoulders tightly, forcing France to, without having anything to fuck against, constantly lift Romano's hips up.
France leaned over to take the curl in his mouth again, trying to suck on it while trying to catch his breath at the same time. France moaned quietly when he came into Romano's body. He pulled himself out of the boy and set him back down on the ground.
"That could be a problem. Here, let me fix that for you." France leaned over to take Romano into his mouth, making Romano moan loudly.
"F-Francia!" Romano threw his head back again. He dug his hands in France's hair, as though it would make him go faster than he was already going. France was skilled at this, so he didn't last long at all before coming into the blond's mouth.
France stood back up. "I'll go make us dinner now. Do you need anything before I start...?"
"Water..."
France smiled. "Of course, Romano."
APHAPHAPH
At first, I was just gonna have a cute, comfort-relationship chapter, but I got bored, and added in sex to cure said boredom.
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"Pour Quoi" - "Why" (Or literally, "for what")
Yay literal meanings of French! Huzzah, bitch!