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Adult ++
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28
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4,948
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2
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Chapter Five
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!
APHAPHAPHAPH
France lined himself up with his current partner's penis before letting it slide inside of him with a loud moan. His British partner grabbed onto the Frenchman's hips and bucked upwards.
"Hm... Angleterre..." France gasped when the other started moving. After a few minutes, he starts moving as well. It's been about three days since he left Romano alone to go to America, and he's been missing his daily action.
"Just understand that- ngh... I've been busy lately and you were the only one who actually came up to me to..."
France chuckled. "Whatever you say, amour."
~~~
He knows that this is a stupid thing to do, but the idea it self wasn't so stupid. Romano turned the shower on to as cold as possible while he was in the tub, and let himself get soaked completely before turning it off and sitting in the middle of the tub, waiting to get dry before sleeping ontop of everything on the bed.
This was the second time Romano did this. He figured that if he would get sick enough, he would need to see a doctor, and then he could get help from this french maniac that's locking him down in a basement.
Of course, he already felt sick, but it was only a cold. It wasn't bad enough to go see a doctor for. He's been trying to keep track of the days France was gone for. Luckily, France has gotten a plan for the television, so Romano could keep track of the days with just a simple command.
He's also only been eating food from the miniature refridgerator, to keep him both full, and still cold. France even decided to add some ice cream to the fridge while he's gone to America.
~~~
By the time France came back, Romano was fully clothed in bed, breathing heavily and burning with a fever. He tried contacting France when he could barely move. The problem was that he couldn't talk properly, but that was enough for France to tried getting away early as soon as possible.
"Are you alright?" France asked immediately when he opened the basement door. Romano was curled up in bed, practically heaving when he's trying not to cough. France put a pam to his forehead before pulling it back right away. "You're burning up!" France took out a key to open Romano's collar. He was clothed in pajamas.
"I don't want to have to make you even more warn, but I'm going to have to blind you, just in case." France took one of the pillow cases to tie around Romano's eyes, then he took out some cuffs to bind the Italian's wrists together infront of him. Then France carried him bridal-style out of the basement and into the garage.
"I'll take the bindings off when we get to the doctor, whom, might I add? He- as well as everyone else in the clinic- doesn't speak english, or italian." It wasn't entirely a lie. Most of the people who he would have to talk to, which would be, at the most, five, doesn't speak english or italian. "So any hopes of you escaping by making yourself sick can just die right now. Besides, I don't think you can talk. It didn't sound like it when you called me."
It's true that Romano pretty much lost his voice while getting himself sick, but he thought that he could at least write stuff down. Well, there was always that one word, "viol,"* but he doubts that he would be able to get something to write stuff with and on, or even if he could write in his condition.
'What was it... Four... Five days where I repeated getting myself wet until I got to this point?' He guessed. 'It probably wasn't really... I'm too tired to actually think...' He leaned his head against the tinted window, letting his mind wander.
"Are you tired? Of course you would be." France pulled his car to the side of the rode to get out, get back by the passenger's side, and let Romano's seat lean back. When the car started up again, the vibrations slowly rocked Romano to sleep.
APHAPHAPH
Aaaand I'm making people sick again.
*
"Viol" - "Rape"
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
APHAPHAPHAPH
France lined himself up with his current partner's penis before letting it slide inside of him with a loud moan. His British partner grabbed onto the Frenchman's hips and bucked upwards.
"Hm... Angleterre..." France gasped when the other started moving. After a few minutes, he starts moving as well. It's been about three days since he left Romano alone to go to America, and he's been missing his daily action.
"Just understand that- ngh... I've been busy lately and you were the only one who actually came up to me to..."
France chuckled. "Whatever you say, amour."
~~~
He knows that this is a stupid thing to do, but the idea it self wasn't so stupid. Romano turned the shower on to as cold as possible while he was in the tub, and let himself get soaked completely before turning it off and sitting in the middle of the tub, waiting to get dry before sleeping ontop of everything on the bed.
This was the second time Romano did this. He figured that if he would get sick enough, he would need to see a doctor, and then he could get help from this french maniac that's locking him down in a basement.
Of course, he already felt sick, but it was only a cold. It wasn't bad enough to go see a doctor for. He's been trying to keep track of the days France was gone for. Luckily, France has gotten a plan for the television, so Romano could keep track of the days with just a simple command.
He's also only been eating food from the miniature refridgerator, to keep him both full, and still cold. France even decided to add some ice cream to the fridge while he's gone to America.
~~~
By the time France came back, Romano was fully clothed in bed, breathing heavily and burning with a fever. He tried contacting France when he could barely move. The problem was that he couldn't talk properly, but that was enough for France to tried getting away early as soon as possible.
"Are you alright?" France asked immediately when he opened the basement door. Romano was curled up in bed, practically heaving when he's trying not to cough. France put a pam to his forehead before pulling it back right away. "You're burning up!" France took out a key to open Romano's collar. He was clothed in pajamas.
"I don't want to have to make you even more warn, but I'm going to have to blind you, just in case." France took one of the pillow cases to tie around Romano's eyes, then he took out some cuffs to bind the Italian's wrists together infront of him. Then France carried him bridal-style out of the basement and into the garage.
"I'll take the bindings off when we get to the doctor, whom, might I add? He- as well as everyone else in the clinic- doesn't speak english, or italian." It wasn't entirely a lie. Most of the people who he would have to talk to, which would be, at the most, five, doesn't speak english or italian. "So any hopes of you escaping by making yourself sick can just die right now. Besides, I don't think you can talk. It didn't sound like it when you called me."
It's true that Romano pretty much lost his voice while getting himself sick, but he thought that he could at least write stuff down. Well, there was always that one word, "viol,"* but he doubts that he would be able to get something to write stuff with and on, or even if he could write in his condition.
'What was it... Four... Five days where I repeated getting myself wet until I got to this point?' He guessed. 'It probably wasn't really... I'm too tired to actually think...' He leaned his head against the tinted window, letting his mind wander.
"Are you tired? Of course you would be." France pulled his car to the side of the rode to get out, get back by the passenger's side, and let Romano's seat lean back. When the car started up again, the vibrations slowly rocked Romano to sleep.
APHAPHAPH
Aaaand I'm making people sick again.
*
"Viol" - "Rape"