"So (c/n), what did you think of the meeting?" Your best friend, the country of Belgium, said. Most regular humans just called her Laura, though.
"It was fine, that arrogant little Italian made it worse though." You grumbled and crossed your arms, holding your notes tightly to your chest. Damn, that man got on your nerve. You were the sassy, flirty one with the "IDGAF" attitude, not that pasta-loving brat. And ohhh, when the two of you had to be in the same room...
"Romano? Is that who you mean? Oh, I remember when he was little! He was so cute!" She gushed, speaking out of her usual "3" shaped mouth.
"Was he as much of an asshole as he is now?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at her.
"Well, maybe" She giggled. "Except he was just kind of stubborn back then. He wasn't all that bad."
"I guess he's gotten worse." You said, running a hand through your hair.
"Oh, he's not that bad! I don't know why he only picks on you- UNLESS-
"Don't you dare say it."
"He-"
"Stop it."
"LIKES YOU?"
"Nooooo nope nope nope nopety nope there's no way. I'm leaving."
Belgium grabbed your arm. "(C/n)! It's plausible!"
"I can't hear you; I'm too busy flying into the sun." You said, blocking out the idea that the one country- no, not even a whole country- you despised could have a crush on you.
But did you really despise him?
"It's only a possibility. He probably just annoys you because the two of you are so similar!" She said. You hated to admit it, but you did have a lot in common with that jerk.
"Yeah yeah, I guess. Anyway, I should be getting home now." you replied, glancing at your watch.
"Oh, me too!" Belgium said. The two of you exchanged cheek kisses and parted ways.
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"GET OUT OF MY LANE, DUMBASS!' You yelled at a car in front of you. It was swerving all over the place and couldn't choose a speed, which was pissing. you. off. You honked your horn at the car, and finally found an opening to pass him. As you did so, you looked over to see, none other than, Romano.
"CALM-A DOWN, WOULD YA? A FANABALA! (1)"
"HOW ABOUT YOU LEARN TO DRIVE!" You yelled in return and flipped him off before driving off. He, of course, returned the gesture.
After you got to your house, you parked, and stumbled to the front door. You dropped your keys on a table and collapsed on your couch. Why the HELL did my stomach hurt when Belgium said he liked me? What does THAT mean? I hate the bastard. You groaned in what sounded like agony, causing your maid to come running.
"Miss! Are you alright?"
"Oh wha- yeah. Just a long day." You smiled and rubbed your head.
"Would you like anything to drink? Or a warm bath?"
"No but thank you, I think I just need some rest. I'll call if I need you." You said, implying that the maid can calm down. She smiled.
"Have a nice rest, Miss!"
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What time is- AAAGH!
You had just been woken up by not only your phone's ringtone, but also, falling off the couch. After finally reaching the device, you accepted the call.
"Helloo..." You groggily answered. "What? Another meeting tomorrow? Oh shit... Thanks Bel!" The call ended. It had you wondering, though- what was so important that we had two world conference meetings, in a row?
Oh well, you thought. I guess we'll find out.
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"Annnnnd I'm early. I swear to god, Bel..." You walked in circles around the empty conference room, tracing the empty seats. "You're dead if you gave me the wrong time on purpose."
Soon after your little conversation with yourself, you heard footsteps coming closer. You jumped and dove into your seat, brushing hair out of your face and sitting up straight. It was probably Switzerland, or the Netherlands, anyway.
"Spain that bastard... of course he gave me the wro-" a certain Italian voice grumbled, looking at his watch, until he cut himself off at the sight of you.
"Ugh, it's just you." You said, relaxing and leaning back in your chair.
"Oh, I'm touched." Romano spat. You smiled at him and then faded the emotion into disgust.
"So I take it Spain told you the wrong time too?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"No merda. (2)" He replied. "Who told you?"
"Belgium." You said, looking to the side. He cursed and muttered under his breath, spiking curiosity in you. "I can't believe I'm asking this, but what's wrong?" You asked, wanting the motive for his actions.
"Spain and Belg- they want us- never mind." He said, shaking his head.
"No, what is it?" You insisted.
"Your country barely has a government; you probably wouldn't even understand anyway."
Well god damn did that piss you off.
"Coming from the guy who's MAFIA practically run the place. By the way, how's your banking crisis going along?"
"Better than your cooking." He said, raising a brow.
"How could you know? The only food you'll eat has to be slathered in tomato, which by the way, is disgusting." You spat out
He squinted his eyes. "What?"
"Tomato. Is. Disgusting."
That comment sent him over the edge, as he launched himself at you. You took him down, and the two of you wrestled violently on the floor. It felt like one of those cartoon dust clouds; he kicked your shin, you bit his arm. He reached for your hair and yanked a handful of it, causing your head to go with it. You squinted your eyes at him and reached for his ever-so-tempting curl, until your hand was slapped away.
"Don't do it."
"And why shouldn't I?"
"Just don't."
You did anyway, after pinning his hands above his head. What worse could he do?
"Dannazione (3)... I warned you." He said, before throwing you violently on your back and straddling your hips. It was at this moment, you realized what the two of you looked like. His shirt was practically ripped off, and his hair was scraggly, while your shirt was pulled down and off your arm on one side, revealing a bit more than you'd like. He dlooked down at you and licked his lips.
"Romano... What the hell?" You ask shakily. He silenced you with a deep kiss, as he pinned your arms above your head. Your eyes widened as he did this. Why is he suddenly doing this? WHY DON'T I HATE IT? He bit your lip, as if asking for entrance, but you refused to let go. He grunted and kissed you rougher, forcing his way in. You closed your eyes and gave in to the kiss, triggering a smirk from the Italian man.
"Looks like you're finally giving in, bella~ (4)" He said, muffled by your lips. You shut your mouth suddenly, shoving his tongue out.
"O- over my dead body..." You said, face heating up gently. "What are you doing?!" You said, as he threw off his shirt, revealing his unexpectedly toned torso.
"What do you think?" He smiled and fondled with the bottom of your shirt. You looked away and held it down.
"We can't-"
"Why not?"
You looked up at his emerald eyes, and ran your hand down his chest. He grabbed it and kissed it, starting at your fingers and working your way to your shoulder. You finally gave in completely, and motioned for him to get off you. He did as you asked, standing up as you did the same.
"Turn around." You asked bluntly.
"Wh-"
"Just do it, idiot." When he finally turned his back to you, you took off your shirt slowly. You adjusted your hair and slid off your pants. "O- okay, you c- can turn around..." He turned back around, only to quickly turn the colour of tomatoes. His blush went as low as his collarbones, and he looked at the ground.
"Se bella... (4)" he whispered, knitting his eyebrows and trailing off. You walked over to him and cupped his cheeks, kissing him sweet and passionately. You had no idea where this sudden lust for the man came from, but you liked it.
Romano picked you up at the hips, still attached to your lips, and placed you gently on the conference table. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling the Italian man closer. The two of you pressed your foreheads together and parted from the long kiss, just enough so that your lips were barely touching, and you breathed in only each other's air.
His bulge slowly grew in his pants, creating a little tent that you repeatedly brushed your hips against. He began to remove his pants, leaving solely his black boxers on. The brunette man bent down, slowly sliding your panties off. He kissed your inner thigh gently, causing you to turn even pinker. He looked up at you, and softly flicked his tongue once at your clitoris. You huffed gently, sparking him to continue. He began tracing around your labia, silently teasing you. You bit your lip, impatiently waiting for the feeling of his mouth on your womanhood.
The Italian then began stimulating your clit, causing you to groan and gasp gently in long-awaited pleasure. He delved one finger into your womanhood, and sped up his tongue as he did it. You moaned his name and gripped his hair, and upon hearing you purr out his name, his bulge grew larger. He slipped another finger in, and sloppily kissed your pink bud. You could feel fire pooling in your lower abdomen, as he pleasured you in all the right places.
"Fuck... Oh my god..." You panted out, grasping Romano's hair tighter. He smirked at your red, panting face; you were obviously extremely close.
He pumped his fingers faster, making a "come here" motion in your womanhood. You knew you couldn't hold it anymore, and released the pressure built inside you. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, as your entire body dissolved into pleasure. You felt nothing but ecstasy for what seemed like your own, personal, eternity.
Romano slipped off his boxers, exposing his rock-hard member. You gulped at the size of it, feeling nothing but desire for the Italian. He slowly began to rub the tip of his rigidness on your soaking womanhood, looking into your eyes. He moved slowly to your opening, and as he found it, he looked at you. You nodded, implying it was okay for him to continue. He brought you into a soft kiss and thrusted his hips, making you practically shout in pleasure.
He set a slow pace, burying his whole member into you. You closed your eyes and dug your fingernails into his tan shoulders, panting heavily. He sped up his rhythm, until his soft and gentle thrusts became fast, slamming hip movements. You felt that familiar pressure build up in your lower abdomen, like a spring coiling tightly, though this time it seemed bigger.
"I'm so c-close," you moaned out, draping your arms on the Italian's shoulders. He pulled his hips in deeply one last time, causing you to release the pent up pressure. The world stood still as you sang the brunette's name loudly, cursing and throwing your head back. You felt repeated pulses throughout your womanhood, creeping up your body with every second. It was heaven.
The Italian's thrusts slowly lost their steadiness, become rough and sloppy. His member began to twitch inside you, until he had to yank his manhood out of your crevice. You hopped off the table and got on your knees, slipping your mouth onto his whole member. You swirled your tongue around it, making eye contact with him. Romano slid his hand into your soft hair, biting his lip tightly. He groaned gently as you worked his shaft, your wet lips painting his manhood.
"Dio mio (5)..." The Italian groaned out, before he finally released his pleasure. Your cheeks filled with his warm liquid, as he moaned out your name slowly. You swallowed the liquid, wiping your lip with your thumb.
"Wow..." You sighed out, sitting on the edge of the table. "Maybe we should fight more often." He walked over and sat next to you.
"I agree with that..." He panted out, before planting a kiss on your cheek. "I guess we don't hate each other too much, eh?"
"I guess not." You said, chuckling. You kissed his lips passionately, causing both of you to smile.
Maybe the arrogant little Italian wasn't so bad.
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"We're the best~!"
Spain pulled the binoculars away from his face, and slung them around his neck. What a view, if you know what I mean!
"Totally." Belgium handed him a glass of wine and leaned back in her patio chair, cat-eye sunglasses on. Spain leaned back in his chair as well, shirtless and relaxed. The two countries clinked their glasses and took a sip, proud of their hard meddling.
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Requested by Queen_of_Minecraft
{Oh mah lord, an actual non-AU fic! This was 100% inspired by a story that happened my friends (played by reader, Romano, Spain) and me (played by Belgium)! Being a nosey group matchmaker is fun.}
(Rough) Translations
(1)- Go to hell!
(2)- No shit.
(3)- Damn/Damn it
(4)- You are beautiful
(5)- Oh my God