Mine Forever

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!
I guess this would take place in... I dunno. 2050? Sometime in the future. It's slightly futuristic, I guess...
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Romano woke up first. The Frenchman was still holding on to him in his sleep. 'So it wasn't a nightmare...' Tears pricked his eyes. He remembered yesterday. France wouldn't leave him be after the hour-long break he had, but at least he didn't do anything sexual last night.

He was hungry, but he didn't want to eat anything the blond holding him gave him. He didn't want to move, either, or else France might wake up.

Then again, he said "forever," as in, "no matter what." Romano still had a chance, and he was going to use it.

One quick motion. That's what it would have to be. The chain- he could use it to choke France to unconciousness. Putting his plan into motion, he quickly cut air from France's trachea. France woke up immediately and instinctively kneed the Italian right between his legs, making Romano's grip loosen to the point where France could free his head.

"And a bon matin* to you, too!" France yanked on the chain. "Why don't we start the morning off with a nice bath?" Romano was dragged into the bathroom, where he could see a pair of handcuffs tightly skrewed to the wall.

"No! Per favore!"* Romano struggled to get away from the other's grip.

France laughed. "Do you really expect me to forgive you after what you just attempted to do?" France quickly and roughly forced Romano's shirt off. He grabbed one wrist, dragging it him into the bathtub and the wrist cuffed to the wall, along with the other.

Romano sank to his knees so the cuffs were just a little above him. "Mi dispiace, mi dispiace..."* He started chanting over and over when France took care of the rest of his clothes.

"You're sorry for trying to kill me?" When he got all clothing off, he turned on the water to fill the tub.

"N-No, not kill... I don't want to go that far..."

France left the bathroom to grab some handcuffs. The clothes can wait until he has a way for Romano to contact him and nobody else. "I suppose I should be greatful that you won't attempt to actually kill me." He set the cuffs down on the counter by the sink.

Romano started crying when he heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off by the blond. "Whip me, burn me, cut my tongue off, just please... Please don't do this... Anyth-"

"Anything but this?" France joined Romano in the tub. "That line's kind of cliché, don't you think? Besides, I don't want to scar your pretty figure." Without any warning or preparation, (it was punishment, after all) he shoved himself inside Romano.

"Aah! No! It hurts! Take it out!" Tears were streaming down his face.

"Of course it hurts. It's... Ah... It's a punishment, after all... J-Just be glad th-that I'm going slow for you to get used to me..." France started sucking on the Italian boy's neck.

"Ah... Ha..." Romano's breathing hitched and became heavy. He bucked his body up in the pleasure without meaning to. France's hand snaked it's way from his hips to his neglected manhood. "N-No... Sto-ah... Stop it..." France used his free hand to pinch Romano's nipples. "S-Stop!!" The mix of pain and pleasure became too much for him as he came in France's hand.

The right of muscle tighten around France. "A-Almost... Done... Ah!" He filled Romano up with his warm, sticky fluids. When he was done, he actually bathed Romano- with shampoo this time. Then he worked on himself before slipping out to dry off and realized that he would need some clothes.

"I'll be right back. Stay put while I'm gone~!" He said, as if Romano could go anywhere. Romano pressed his head against the wall infront of him and quietly cried, but tried stopping the tears once he heard France come back- now fully clothed.

He grabbed the cuffs from before, locking one around one of Romano's wrists the second he unlocked the cuff bounded to the wall. He forced that arm behind the Italian's back before working on the other wrist- with only one hand this time- locking it behind Romano's back with his other hand.

France pulled the boy up from the tub and onto the lilac rug. He dried up Romano's body with a towel, always getting a feel for himself, making the Italian jump slightly. "You must be hungry by now."

Romano shook his head. "N-No... I'm not." He lied.

"But you didn't eat last night, and you haven't eaten yet today. At least eat something, no matter how small."

"How would you know I didn't eat last night?" He started shivering from being cold.

"It's... A secret." He smiled. Of course France had a little camera watching Romano's every move.

"Then let me put some fucking clothes on first."

"But, Romano, what if you need to use the bathroom when I'm not around? You very well can't use your hands in their current position. It will have to wait until I can get something installed here that allows you to contact me and only me."

"I'm fucking freezing! Do you want me to get sick?"

"Non, of course not! Go to bed, I'll make you warm and then grab you something to eat."

"...I'll only eating something that's still currently in it's package, and only if I can see you grab it and bring it to me."

"Are you afraid that I'll slip something in it?" Romano ignored the question to sit on the bed. France grabbed a black plastic spoon from a bag and a sealed cup of applesauce. "Is this okay?" Romano nodded, not really caring. France set the items down next to the bed to cover Romano up to keep him warm, but making sure he was still sitting up so he won't choke.

"There." France opened up the seal from the little plastic cup before scooping some of it with the spoon and brought it up to Romano's mouth. He took the food in his mouth. France threw it in the small trash can next to the small desk when it was empty.

"I'll leave you be for a few hours. Hopefully I'll return with something you could use to talk to me with even when alone, just in case. Au revoir, mon plus cher!"* Romano waited a few minutes after hearing the "click" of the lock when France left to get take advantage of what he could do.

"T-T.V. on..."
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Translations*
(French)"Bon matin" - "Good morning"
(Italian)"Per favore" - "Please"
"Mi dispiace" - "I'm sorry"
(French again) "Au revoir, mon plus cher" - "Good bye, my dearest"