Hetalia Lemons!

(romano) plot holes. -LIME-

(A.n) well, here it is, I hope you're happy Friendsandfanfics ... This was your request! X3
Well, enjoy!
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Narrator's p.o.v:

You and Lovino were having a relaxed day, everything was just normal.... Except for the weather! It was bucketing out-side... So you two just watched movies all day, him sometimes fussing over plot holes and clichés. 'This is why you don't watch movies with him.....' You thought, but, slightly amused by his frustration.

While he was ranting furiously over an obvious plot hole, you zoned out slightly. That bouncy, curly piece of hair seemed to move in hypnotic ways. Soon, however, you were pulled from your gaze by the owner of the curl "...... Don't get any ideas, Bella" he huffed with a faint blush. Your cheeks light up with a light blush at the word 'bella', but you were still curious about this curling string of hair. "Why not?" You asked with a raised brow, curiosity in your voice and expression. This simple question made his face explode in crimson, "does it do anything?" You continued. ".... I-i-it d-does nothing!" He blurted, embarrassment in his eyes. "If it does nothing, then why don't you want me to touch it? That's a plot hole" you combatted, slightly cockily. Muttering a small 'damn it', he hung his head "just... Don't, b- ..ragazza..." He mumbled, sighing slightly.

You pulled your hand over to the curl, but, before you could pull it, your hand was swat away by the southern Italian. This made your face harden with annoyance, you knew alot about this person... But nothing about his curl, why didn't he trust you? Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you hastily tackled him to the couch, pinning his hands above his head and pinning his legs down with your legs. He was hopeless, he was embarrassed, he was red. He started to thrash in a vain way of escape, but you held him there tightly.

~lime starts here~

"R-ragazza! Let m-" he was cut off his ranting by your finger stroking his curl. Studying his featches, you noted that his face was redder, he was biting his lip and his hands were balling in tight fists. Then it clicked, "oh~ so that's what happens~" you purred slightly, making the panting man beneath you flush darker. 'I can finally do this!'  You thought happily, tugging at the curl. While the Italian tried hard to suppress a moan, you leaned down to kiss him softly, his eyes were stapled wide open. Soon, he melted into the kiss, kissing back roughly. While you two kissed, you continued to stroke his curl. He growled lowly, biting softly at your lip for access. Parting your lips, you let his tongue in, unpinning his arms to find them soon wrapped around your waist. He rolled, so he was on top, pulling back from the kiss. Smirking at you, he started to kiss down your neck, earning a groan from you. He started to kiss, suck and nip at your spot, earning many soft moans from you. He chuckled darkly, "really? Just that? I'll get you screaming soon..." Continuing to nip and suck on your neck, he started to undress you.

Once your shirt was off, he kissed down to your breasts, taking a bud into his mouth. Playing with the other one, he licked and suck on the bud, earning louder moans from you. You decided to tease him, by rubbing his erection with your knee, he groaned in response. He undressed himself, crawling down to your woman hood and giving your core a long lick, you marveled at his size 'damn... He's huge!' You thought to yourself. He continued to lick you out, getting many loud moans in return.

Once you climaxed, crying his name, he licked up all your juices and positioned himself at your entrance. ".. W-what if I get pregnant?" You asked warily, "oh... It's OK... We'd be great parents... Unlike what potato bastard no.2 says" he replied, chuckling slightly. Getting a giggle from you.

The next day, everyone else wondered why you couldn't walk right.... Except France...