Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED

[hetalia_kink]

Thanks to anon's suggestions we are now enforcing a past-part fills post

Fresh past-part fills post HERE

Comments and Suggestions go here

Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill index over here.
Remember though that you need not post your updates unless you posted in a new  part

Keep yourself up to date -- check out the NEWS HERE

Comments

Two Ways About It

[anonymous]

Original request from part 3: THE YEAR IS 2005
"Eeeh... hey, Romano -"
"Minimum three free meals and a nap with pasta."

Spain takes Romano up on his bargain. Wedding hijinks ensue!

It's taken me months to finish this and I wrote waaaay too much. Also, it has America/England and Greece/Japan at parts, so I hope anon does not mind.

20,300 words. 6,400 words of porn. Let's hope I don't fuck this posting up.

Two Ways About It [1/27]

[anonymous]

It never occurred to Romano that maybe he didn’t know the proper way to accept a marriage proposal. Of course he knew how to accept a marriage proposal. It was in his nature. “Romano” was “on amor” spelled backwards, for fuck’s sake. No, this must’ve been Spain’s fault. It’d been a week, and he’d been at Spain’s house every day, and the bastard hadn’t acknowledged him any differently from before at all.

He hadn’t said anything about their new status as fiancés. Or about when he might like to get married. Not even anything about how happy he was, but he must’ve been happy. Anyone would’ve been happy to marry Romano. Even that potato-head Germany; he probably cried himself to sleep every night over the fact that he was stuck with the lamer brother.

And worst of all, Spain hadn’t made a single attempt to even touch him, not beyond the usual hair ruffling and teasing pokes and pinches that always earned him a half-hearted slap. Everything was so damn normal, and Spain might even have been quieter than usual. Tonight he’d spent all day

Two Ways About It [26/27]

[anonymous]

Seconds that seemed like minutes passed, but then Spain was left trembling, gasping for breath and reeling from the shockwaves that were coursing through his exhausted and stilled body. Romano’s legs loosened; their bodies were parted as he fell back onto the mattress completely, and it was all Spain could do to collapse to the side and avoid crushing him

Re: Two Ways About It [1/27]

[anonymous]

Ehhhh I fucked it up. Ignore the post above. It's down there again where it's supposed to be.

Two Ways About It [2/27]

[anonymous]

“I do not!” Romano didn’t know what could’ve given Spain that idea, unless it was all the times he’d touched that lock of hair and Romano hit him and told him he’d rip his balls off if he ever did it again. Was it so fucking much to ask that people read between the lines? “I had to say that I did because you weren’t allowed but now you’re supposed to and you’re not doing it!”

“What are you-?”

“You haven’t even kissed me!”

Eyes widening, Spain leaned back slightly, shaking his head just a bit as though trying to clear it and make sure he’d heard that right. His voice lowered. “Romano, are you feeling all right?” His cheeks were turning distinctly pink, and that definitely was not extremely attractive on him at all. Not at all.

Well, okay, but the fact that it was extremely attractive on him wasn’t enough to make up for everything else, though. “No, I am not all right!” Romano jabbed Spain accusingly in the chest with his index finger. “Because I’m engaged to an inconsiderate bastardSilence. Romano waited for an answer, preferably

Two Ways About It [3/27]

[anonymous]

He took a deep breath and prepared to yell, but no sound came out. Veneziano was glaring at him. He wasn’t intimidating by any means, but the rarity of the occurrence was enough to startle Romano quite badly. Veneziano tightened his arms where they were crossed over his chest, hunched his shoulders, and narrowed his eyes as dangerously as he was capable. “Did you put a hit out on big brother Spain?”

Romano cringed. Getting caught putting a hit out by Veneziano was like getting caught jerking off by the Pope. Both of them had happened to Romano on multiple occasions. “Um… not… really.” Veneziano shifted his weight but otherwise didn’t move a muscle, as though making sure that Romano knew his expression was keeping up with the conversation, but that he merely wasn’t inclined to change it yet. Romano looked away. “It… it was a passive hit.” His brother shifted again. He looked up and explained, “They’re just supposed to keep him out

Two Ways About It [4/27]

[anonymous]

“We’re not getting married, remember?” Romano snapped. He knew Spain was thick, but it was sometimes easy to forget just how thick. When someone ran out of his house and didn’t come back for days, only Spain would assume that they were still engaged. He’d been dangerously close to regretting the hit and apologizing, but that reminder brought back why he was so angry in the first place.

“What?” Spain exclaimed, standing up a bit unsteadily. “You changed your mind?! I just fought some greasy guy with a bat to get here!”

Romano cringed again, though he tried to hide it. He crossed his arms over his chest and muttered, “You’re the one who didn’t accept my acceptance. I’m not marrying some idiot who doesn’t think I’m worth three meals and a nap.”

“I already give you three meals and a nap when you’re at my house!”

“That’s not the point!” Romano huffed. Actually, he hadn’t really considered that fact. But he was still quite sure it wasn’t the point. “If that was the point, you would’ve just… accepted“I’m accepting now!” Spain insisted. “

Two Ways About It [5/27]

[anonymous]

Romano blinked. He didn’t have a response to that, so after a moment he wrinkled his nose and looked away. His eyes still burned, but at least he didn’t feel like he was any closer to having a complete meltdown than he had been ten seconds ago. When Spain didn’t speak for a few moments, he glanced back at him. Against his own better judgment, and rightfully so; the bastard looked so damn hopeful. It melted Romano’s heart just a little, and the melted part ran from his chest down into his stomach, where it made him nauseous with disgust at his own weakness.

“Do I have to beg?”

Scoffing, Romano tossed his head. “Tch. Like seeing you all pathetic and groveling would make me want to marry you.”

There was a twinkle that Spain always got in his eyes right before he said something that he thought was particularly clever. Romano had learned to dread this look, and Spain had it now. “You mean I couldn’t convince you by getting on my knees?”

It took a moment for it to sink in. Romano stared, and then he stomped his foot and yelled, “You

Two Ways About It [6/27]

[anonymous]

Which wasn’t as well as Romano wanted. Spain apparently didn’t think so either, since after a minute he grabbed Romano’s hips and turned him around before pushing him back toward the couch. That was the point at which their lips finally parted and their eyes opened, and even as his senses began to come back to him, Romano didn’t think to stop. So what if Spain was an idiot and lazy and way too happy all the time? Didn’t matter at all. Romano sat down heavily on the sofa, not breaking eye contact, then reached up and grabbed Spain’s shirt to yank him down on top of him

Two Ways About It [7/27]

[anonymous]

“I am not!” Romano spat, shoulders hunching in irritation. Yeah, maybe he had his moments of weakness. But sex wasn’t a little moment of weakness. It was a big moment of weakness, and one he’d so far managed to avoid. And he could at least pretend that doing so had been some sort of a challenge

Two Ways About It [8/27]

[anonymous]

So what? He’d never managed to get married. Romano had beaten him to something, and Veneziano would probably never even catch up. When Romano looked to the future, he saw Veneziano and the potato bastard living out their lives together as two awkward virgins - one of them too thick to even think of actually having sex and the other one unable to find just the right instruction manual for the job

Re: Two Ways About It [8/27]

[anonymous]

Veneziano was so purely ecstatic he was crying. He was too dumb to even be jealous. O dear lord, Romano, you are precious.

Spain squeezed one eye shut and playfully added in his roughest voice, “How arrrrr you?” ffffffffff! “We agreed that was a one-time thing.” FFFFFFFF!!!! asdfj;lksjdf Spain, you're darker than you seem XDD

Anon, you are a genius.

Two Ways About It [9/27]

[anonymous]

Eyebrows quirked, Spain pursed his lips in thought for a second. “If I told everyone, they’d all expect to be invited. I’m starving.” The last part seemed to be little more than a throwaway excuse for the fact that a moment later he was walking off in the direction of the kitchen. England huffed audibly, then jogged a few steps to catch up with him.

“Did you even tell your boss?”

“I plan on inviting him to the wedding, so he’ll find out then. Do you like basil?” England now found himself standing, arms crossed, on one side of Spain’s kitchen island while Spain dug through his fridge on the other. The time that England could remember when Spain occasionally showed interest in something other than food, sleep, and Southern Italy seemed very far removed from the present.

“You haven’t thought this through at all, have you?” England snapped. “How do you think your people are going to feel about your joining with half of another sovereign nation

Re: Two Ways About It [9/27]

[anonymous]

some kind of horrible geographically disjointed Hispano-Italian pseudo-monarchical bilingual quadricameral republic from hell

For some reason, that made me LOL.

Two Ways About It [10/27]

[anonymous]

“Um, England, do you think you could stop talking about my fiancé like that?” Spain asked. He was cringing a little, not particularly fond of the mental images this was putting into his head.

“No!” England insisted, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest indignantly. He looked at Spain down the length of his nose and declared, “You’re squandering a precious resource!”

Spain tried to keep from rolling his eyes. England was probably just this cranky because he most likely wasn’t having any sex himself, which meant that Spain could easily snipe back about how England was squandering America, but he managed not to. “I’m not squandering,” he said. “Romano is Catholic.”

“So are you; what’s your point?”

“No, he’s really Catholic,” Spain said, giving England a meaningful stare. Spain knew it had been a while, but surely England hadn’t forgotten what being Catholic was like. It took a long moment, but finally realization dawned across England’s features, like the very belated rising of a rather oblivious sun.

“Oh my god“

Two Ways About It [11/27]

[anonymous]

Spain narrowed his eyes and cocked his head slightly, but then decided that if England suddenly wanted to be helpful (even if only because he was such a horrible pervert), he had no reason to refuse and every reason not to. But before he turned to go and find what England had requested, he said, a little tentatively, “Do you think we could do this before la Tomatina?”

For a long, long moment, England just stared at him like he couldn’t figure out what the hell being married before la Tomatina had to do with anything. But then, slowly, one corner of his mouth twitched and was followed by the most evil grin Spain had seen on him since the sixteenth century. When he spoke again, his voice had commuted to practically a purr. “Phone book. Hurry up.”

On the one hand, Spain kind of regretted asking. He should’ve known that England was enough of a sexual deviant to see what he was thinking, and now he felt flushed and like he was suddenly not wearing anything at all. On the other hand, maybe England was right. Maybe this was an emergency.