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!
This fic has slightly futuristic items that I made up in my head.
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"Here." France gave Romano a button with muliple holes above it. "Press that if you need something and I'm not here to help. It will send a loud beep in every room in this house, and it will send a message to my phone. You can speak to me through the speaker."

"Thanks. Now I can wake you up in the middle of the night and overall annoy you until you let me go!"

"You may try, but chances are, it would become a "The boy who cries wolf," where when you REALLY need me, I won't take you seriously." Romano, with nothing to say, stayed quiet. "Why don't I make you something to eat?"

Romano shook his head. "You don't have to... I have food down here, after all."

"But I insist! I'll make you a very nice dejuner~!"* France left before Romano could say anything.

"Damn it..." He layed down on the bed. "T.V. on..." A T.V. show about anorexic teenagers and dealing with the problem was on. He stared at the screen for a moment, before coming up with an idea that would- hopefully for him- work.

"T.V. off!" Romano panicked when he heard France's steps down the stairs.

France entered the room, chuckling. "You don't need to be so shy to use what is yours!" He carried in a bowl of what looked like little grains and vegetables in some sort of sauce.

"Wh-What is that?"

"It's couscous!(1) It's tunisian, actually, but if made right, it can be really good for you. Here..." He held out a spoonful to Romano's sealed lips. "Eat it, Romano..." Romano shook his head. "Sex won't be as enjoyable if hungry, Romano."

"Wh-N-No!" France shoved the spoon in the Italian's mouth before pulling back and keeping a hand (with the spoon inbetween fingers) covering Romano's lips.

"Swallow..." Romano complied, swallowing as best as he could with a hand covering his mouth. "Bon..."

France held up another spoonful, which Romano refused to eat again. He sighed, set the bowl down and pinched one of the Italian's nipples, making him moan in surprise. The food was forced inside his mouth again, and a hand covered it, again.

"I-I can feed my-" Romano quickly closed his mouth when he saw the spoon going near him again.

"Actually, I don't think you can, in your condition. Now eat, before I force you to in a very painful way that I'm positive you won't like!"

"I'm sure it's better then being drugged!"

"...You think I drugged your lunch?"

"Of course I do!"

"So you're not going to eat compliantly?" France dug into his shirt for an opened-mouth gag.

"Wh-What would y-you d-do with that? I... I'd only choke..."

"Not if I force a tube down your throat, it won't!"

"Wh-What? I'd rather j-just be spoon-fed..."

"Well, it's too late for that now, isn't it?"

"N-No... It's good... The food's good... I-I'll finish it quietly..."

France chuckled. "Well, it's good that you like the food, mais,* you refused before, so I think a little punishment is needed, oui?"

"No, it's not!" Romano turned around and hid his face into one of the pillows.

"I think it is." France yanked on Romano's leash, making him fall backwards. France forced the Italian's jaw open and pushed the ring in his mouth and wrapped it around his head. Then France took the bowl of food. "I'll be right back~!"

Romano curled into a ball and shut his eyes tightly. He thought that, maybe if he acted hungry, he wouldn't have to have a tube shoved down his throat. He thought about the food from Italy to forcefully make himself hungry, just in case.

"I'm back, Roman-Oh? Are you that hungry?" Romano nodded. "Well, I suppose I could take the gag off, but for a price..." France set down the blender full of the now blended couscous, the tube, and the funnel he got upstairs. "Just say "I love you, France" with those pretty lips of yours..." He traced the Italian's lips around the gag.

Romano stared death at the blond above him at that request. 'I would never...' He thought.

"Non? Okay then, you did this to yourself..." France grabbed the tube and carefully, but quickly, shoved it in Romano's throat. The tube went down about half-way before he grabbed the funnel and food. "Scream if you feel like you're drowning..." He forced a palm-full of food into the funnel. "Am I good?" Romano nodded, but with wide eyes.

France forced the whole content the blender held into Romano's stomach until it was all gone. Romano, afraid of any permanent damage, stayed as still as possible during the whole thing. When it was done, the tube slipped out of his throat and the metal ring was foced out of his mouth.

"Let me kiss those tears away..." France leaned down and kissed both of Romano's eye-lids. Then his kisses trailed over Romano's cheek, then mouth. He traced the lips with his tongue, but never actually going inside.

"S-Stop..." France instead, climbed on top of Romano and trailed his tongue down the Italian's neck, before sucking on it. "I-I said... Stop!" Romano kicked in between the blond's legs, making said blond double-over in pain.

"I guess I'll have to cuff your legs to the bed now..."

"N-No! I-I mean..." Romano took a deep breath, hoping that his little idea would work. "N-No sex... I'll... I'll live here with you... H-Happily..." He had a bad taste in his mouth when saying that. "But please... No sex..."

"But then all of the work and money I spent wouldn't be worth it." France lapped at one of Romano's nipples, making said Italian try to contain his moans. "So you might as well get used to this..." He brushed against the other light pink bud. "Unless you'd rather have me take Northern Italy? He is much more obedient, after all."

"NO! Leave il mio fratellino* alone!"

"Then you should know what to do."

"I-I won't let you get near him..."

"And how exactly are you supposed to stop me when you're locked up in here?" Romano kept quiet. "That's what I thought." He trailed his hands in between Romano's cheeks, before entering a finger in the not-so-tight-anymore hole, making Romano gasp.

"Now... Where is it...?" He searched around with his finger. "Is it..." He kept on going until Romano yelped a moany yelp. "Here?" France chuckled and continued to play around with Romano's prostate.

Getting his prostate hit constantly, Romano started struggling in unwanted pleasure. "Stop...."

"I'll stop when I get off inside of you..." France's breath against Romano's cock made it twitch a little. France chuckled before licking it from the bottom, to the top. There, he teased Romano's little slit.

"Mmmmgh!" Romano struggled to restrain from moaning.

"You seem to be having a good time... I'm feeling kind of left out..." France forced Romano's legs over his shoulders.

"N-Nno..." An idea popped up in the Southern part of Italy's head. "T.V. on!" They could both hear the ringing noise from the television.

"Do you think that will bother me and turn me off?" Then, without any warning, France entered Romano.

"Ah! No! No!!" Romano shook his head frantically, as though he was trying to shake the fact that he knew what was happening to him off.

France grabbed Romano's member and stroked it just hard enough to make Romano's screams reach a greater volume. Romano tried looking at the large screen to distract him from cumming, but France soon caught this. "T.V.... O-Off!" The screen turned black, and Romano no longer had a distraction.

Instead, he continued to stare at the turned-off television and let his mind wonder to anything else. Anything else but what was happening to him at the moment. He thought about Germany and everything he does- according to him, at least. It was working for the most part, until he felt something fill him up.

"Ah... I came first? Oh well." France stayed in, though not moving, and continued playing with Romano.

'Th-Think of Germany... D-Don't cum... Germany... Think of how he corrupted my brother... Germany... German-' "Aaah!" Romano's mental chanting failed as he came all over the Frenchman's hand.

France got up to wash his hands out before returning to the Italian to unbind his wrists. "I suppose you can't really get something to eat, or get dress with these on..." Romano curled up into a ball, holding his knees close to his face. "I have some work to do, but I'll return soon. And remember to press that button I gave you whenever you need something." France kissed the Italian's forehead before leaving.

Romano stayed in a tight ball, trying to cry quietly, but failing and turning his cries into wailing and sobbing.
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(1) It's like half of grains of rice, with different sauces and vegetables. It's goood! It's also the name of my rat! [url=http://keiitan.deviantart.com/gallery/25612469?offset=48#/d2s4dd5]Queen Mad Hatter Couscous![/url] (Though she's a LOT bigger now!)

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"Dejuner" - "Lunch"
"Mais" - "But"
"Il mio fratellino" - "My little brother" (Though they're supposed to be twins, Italy refers to him as "Big brother.")