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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Romano walked backwards into the wall. "No."

"Oui. I'll be leaving you alone here for about a week or so to go to America for a world meeting, and I want to get some pictures of you."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't I part of the world?"

"Two Italies aren't really neccesary. Your brother will be enough to fill in your spot. Now then..." France got a hold of the chain leash connecting Romano to the wall and pulled hard on it.

"No!" France pinned him to the bed, holding Romano's wrists in one hand, and unbuttoning his dress shirt with the other.

"Relax! It's not like I'll take you..." He roughly pulled the shirt off. "Well, actually..." He pulled down Romano's sweat-pants. "Maybe I will." He tossed the pants and boxers away.

"No!" Romano tried kicking the Frenchman away.

"Do I need to grab a sedative from upstairs?" Of course he knew Romano would fight. That's why he put some pills to disintegrate in the liquid, but apparently it wasn't enough. Or, at least that's what he thought.

"Don't rape me... Not again... I'm not feeling good, so the last thing I need right now is a sedative..."

"But the only thing it would do is stop your movement for a few hours." France reached out for the dress.

"No!" Romano tried scooting back, but France's grip on the chain prevented him from doing so. "I refuse to wear a dress purely for your entertainment!"

"You, mon petit Romano, don't have a choice in rather you wear it or not." He grabbed some handcuffs, just in case. He pulled on the chain once again when Romano tried getting away again. "I don't know what you think you'll gain from constantly trying, and obviously failing, to get away from me." He forced the shoulders of the dress up to Romano's albow before quickly cuffing the poor Italian's hands together.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Well, you see... I have to get on a plane to America tomorrow in the morning, so I'll need some pictures of you so I won't miss you as much."

"I hate you..." Romano hissed.

"As long as it doesn't mean that your body doesn't recieve pleasure when you're with me, I don't mind what you think of me. I'll pay any price to forever be with you..."

"Why me?! I never liked you! In fact, I've always hated you! You were alawys trying to take me away from Spain..."

"That's because you're so cute, and you looked unhappy with Spain."

"Couldn't you get the hint that I'd MUCH rather live with Spain then with you?! I hate you so much... You PUTTANA!"* France smacked him hard across the face.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" France quickly zipped up the backside of the dress. "I try to be patient, but even the most patient of all saints has a breaking point, and you just broke mine!" He grabbed the boy's chin roughly. "You are MINE now! Everything about you belongs to ME! I worked HARD in getting you for CENTRIES! I am NOT going to give you up now just because you hate me." He hissed the last few words.

For the first time in his life, Romano was actually scared of the Frenchman. Sure, he had to try avoiding him all of his life until now, but he never felt this scared around France, of all people! He stared at the blond with wide eyes.

"Do, you, understand, me?!" France said each word with a pause in between, and also raising his voice with every word he said. When no answer came to the Italian, France pinned him to the bed. "Answer me!"

"...Y-Y-Y... Ye-Ye-"

"In French, mon plus cher!"

"Um... Uh... Ou... Oui?"

France smirked. "Tres bon, Romano!" France trailed his hand up Romano's thigh just high enough to see enough of Romano's "vital regions." "Now stay still while France takes a picture, okay?" France stood up and took a picture on his digital camera. It had to be something that required a small memory card so he could hide it from everyone.

"What would you do if I disobey your every order? You said that I'm going to "be here forever." You also said that you don't want to "scar my beautiful skin." You rape me rather I do whatever you want me to do or not anyway..." Romano curled up into a ball. "I want to go home..."

France laid down next to him and ran his hand up Romano's thigh again. "I will scar you with a whip if I have to..." His hand wrapped around the Italian's length, making said Italian gasp.

"Stop...."

France did stop, but only to quickly take a picture of the now half erect member. "If you're a good boy, I'll reward you with gifts and pleasure..." He licked the shell of Romano's ear. "I'll reward you with anything you want, as long as you can't contact anyone, other than me."

"I just want to go home- AIE!" He yelped when France pinched his ass.

"I said that you can't contact ANYONE but me!"

"....I-If.... If... I... No, nevermind..."

"Continue."

"Just, nevermind! I already know the answer anyway..."

France wrapped his arms around the Italian. "What is it, Romano~?"

"I said, nevermind! You'll never just let me go, anyway!"

"Oh? So you were trying to make a deal with me?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Not until I finish." France pulled Romano's hips up high and spread his legs out enough to see everything.

"W-Wait a second! Don't!!"

"I'm not going to rape you... Yet." He grabbed a pink dildo from the bag with items still in it. "I'm going to let this do it first!"

He shoved the toy about half way in the Italian's anus, before turning it on full blast and shoved the rest in. He stood back and took a video of the boy's ass wiggling around in the air, until the southern Italian laid on his side and tried to- somehow- take the sex toy out.

"...'Kill...You...!" Romano hissed violently.

"But I thought that before you didn't want to kill me? You just wanted to make me pass out before."

"I hate you more everyday... It's kind of funny... I think "he can't possibly make me hate him more then I do," and then you do this!"

France half-listened while unzipping his pants. "Stay still if you want it taken out." Romano complied, and let out a small whimper when it was taken out. France literally tossed it aside after turning it off. Then he lifted Romano's hips again.

"No! You got your damn pictures! Now leave me ALONE!"

"But, Romano..." He lined him self up with Romano's abused hole. "...I want you so badly right now, it hurts!" He easily shoved his way in, making the other scream more in discomfort and not wanting it then pain or pleasure.

"Stop it! No! I hate you!... I... Spero che tu muoia di una morte tortuoso! Agh!!"* He screamed when France started clawing at his member. He wasn't doing it hard enough to shed blood, but it was still painful.

"What was that, mon cher?" France ran his thumb over the slit of the penis. "I wonder if it would damage your body to use this as an ash tray?"

"What?! No! I never thought you were THAT cruel! Now I'm scared of staying here..." He almost whispered the last sentence. "Now I want to get out even more!"

France started rubbing Romano's now limp member into life again- this time without nails. "Je suis desole.* That was a mean threat. I wouldn't do that to you." He leaned over and started sucking on the Italian's neck.

Romano tried not to moan, but failed. "Hurry up and finish already, you bastard..."

"Well, when you moan like that, it will go faster..."

"Too bad!" He screamed.

France chuckled. "Then you can't yell at me if this takes a while..." France wished it could last longer. "Don't worry though. I can feel that it's getting close... And I can feel you getting close as well..."

"St-Ah! St-Stop it..."

"Why would I stop, when you're enjoying it so much?"

"Ah! No! I'm not! I'm not enjoying it! Stop!!" He screamed and came at the same time.

"You don't like it, huh?" France took a few deep breaths before cumming as well. "Whatever you say, mon petit tomate."

"Don't call me that."

"What? "My little tomato?"

"Yes! That! Spain calls me that a lot, but I hate it when he does! I hate that nickname..."

"Really? I didn't know! Well, I should've been able to tell, knowing Espagne." France gripped the edge of the large comforter. "Well, get up. I'll replace this for you."

Romano got out of the bed and tossed himself under the large blanket for warmth before it was taken away from him. Luckily for him,- depending on how you looked at it- France gave him a few extra blankets that traps heat.

"You look so cute, curled up like that. Romano is very cute..."

When France came back, Romano was half-asleep from the exhaustion of the forced sex he had. He smiled and took off the hand-cuffs. "Lights off, T.V. off!" It became dark in the room. France covered the boy with the replacement comforter and kissed him on the fore head.

"... Hate... You..."

"I know, Romano. I'll see you in about a week."
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"Puttana" - "Whore"
"Spero che tu muoia di una morte tortuoso" - "I hope you die a torturous death" (Or something like that.)
(French) "Je suis desole" - "I am sorry"