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!
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"It's not like I don't have a reason to think that you're the one to kidnapped Romano- again!"

"For the last time, I never kidnapped him." France leaned his head against the cell phone while writing something down as the same time. "He probably told you that because you seem to think that I would do such a thing to him." He held the cell phone away from him early.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU WOULD!"

"Look, I'm just about worried about him as you are. I'm also trying to find him, and whatever Deity you believe in now knows it!" He screamed into the phone, trying to sound tired and agitated.

"Oh, yeah, and about your son, or little brother, or whatever, I asked around, and no one seems to know about your "son."

"Ask America about Canada, then. At least he should know who his own brother is."

"Wait, America's brother? So that would mean that you have tw- Don't change the subject!"

"Ah, mais, cher Espagne. You were the one who started talking about my son who I took care of more than Angleterre."* He pointed out that fact. "Well, I hope you find cher Romano soon... Au revoir!"* He hung the phone up on Spain.

"I should get done with my work soon so I can feed Romano again. I think I'll add something "special" to his dinner tonight."
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Romano sat up on his bed while watching T.V. He wanted some kind of distraction from everything. At least he was provided with entertainment to do just that.

He could hardly believe that he's been here for five days now. He missed his little brother, and- although he would never admit it to anyone, he missed Spain. He brought his knees to his face and started crying softly.

"Je suis a la maison, ma cherie!"* France called out when he entered the door. Romano looked up at him with teary eyes. "What is wrong, mon plus cher?" The blond asked once he noticed the tears in the Italian's eyes.

"I don't want to be here. I want to go home! Let me go..." Romano hid his face against his knees.

"Now, now... I'll have none of that." France placed the bowl down on the wardrobe next to the bed.

"Let me go home! P... P-Please!"

"Non! You will stay with me forever, just as I promised! Now, manger." He picked the bowl up again.

"I had to tell them... Don't you understand...?" Romano noticed the bowel. "What is that?" He asked in a whisper.

"You probably know it as "Francese zuppa d'aglio," French garlic soup."

Romano stared at it for a few seconds before grabbing it from the Frenchman's hands and ate (or drank) it seemingly eagerly. France chuckled while watching this.

"My, my! Someone's hungry! Don't eat too fast, though, or you'll get sick to your stomach!"

'That's the plan.' Romano thought to himself, but he still ate slightly more slowly.

"It really is great, seeing you so eager to eat something I made for you!" 'Especially now.'

"I just want you to leave me alone!"

"Well, that's not going to happen if you talk to me that way!"

"Well..." 'Damn it...' "I... I-I'm... Sorry... Okay?" He continued to eat. "I just... I don't know..."

"Don't worry. I understand." France carrassed the Italian's cheek. "You just need time to get use to this."

Romano moved away from the touch. "Whatever." He shoved the bowl back into France's hands. "I'm done."

"Was it good?" Romano nodded. "Good... I'll be right back in a few minutes, okay?" He nodded again.

As soon as France left, Romano ran into the bathroom. "Okay..." He brought a hand up to his mouth. "H-Here I go..." He stuffed his finger as far in his throat as he could before his gag reflexes started going crazy. He puked out what he just ate all into the toilet. He flushed it as soon as he could and gave out some dry heaves.

He returned to the room and grabbed something cold to drink before plopping down on the bed again, watching whatever was airing on his television. France did return, as promised, but with a few bags full of items that he assumed was intended for him.

"I brought some toys for us to play together, Roma- Are you okay? You look horrible." France asked, seemingly worried. 'That's strange. By now he shouldn't be able to move... Did I not give him enough of the drug? That would make sense...'

"Y-Yeah... I'm alright..." Romano said, trying his best to sound convincing instead of stuttering. "Why?"

"Really? Because you look terrible." France placed his hand on Romano's forehead to check his temperature.

Another idea suddenly came up in the Italian's head. "Well... I really don't feel up to... "Playing," right now... That much, I can tell..."

"Can you move much?"

Romano jumped off the bed and walked cirlces around the room. "Huh. Maybe my body's just turning fucking claustrophobic for being down here for almost a week."

"I can't trust you to leave right now..." France walked to the fridge and pantry to store food in them from one of his bags.

"Then when?!" France chuckled.

"Whenever I can tell that you're truly in love with me."

Romano eyes widen. "But... I... I can't stay down here.... Forever..."

"Then you better learn to love me." He dug in another bag for something. "Come here."

"...Why?" Romano took some cautious steps back.

"I just want you to wear this!" France held up a red dress with a long zipper going vertically across from the back. Romano's eyes widen.
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"Angleterre" - "England"
"Au revoir" - "Good bye"
"Je suis a la maison, ma cherie" - "I am home, my dear"