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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 [12/27]

[anonymous]

But now he was finding the wedding as it was without them vaguely embarrassing. Even if people found him abrasive, he still kept to himself most of the time and didn’t really get involved in world affairs, and as he stood next to the altar with his arms crossed over his chest so tightly he was probably wrinkling his suit and stared at everyone as they arrived, he felt more exposed than he could ever remember.

Maybe it was the fact that people were paying attention to him, or maybe it was the fact that people kept smiling at him. He wasn’t used to that.

And he would’ve liked to say that when Spain finally came in and smiled at him (signaling that they were about ready to start, not that they’d started, because neither of them was going to be subject to an embarrassing march down the aisle with awful organ accompaniment, oh no) he took one look at him and his face and remembered what he was here for and knew in that moment that everything would be okay, because it was his wedding day. But that wasn’t how it went. Spain came in and

Two Ways About It [13/27]

[anonymous]

“Romano,” Spain said suddenly. Romano looked up at him, and it took him a second to realize that Spain had taken the initiative. He breathed a sigh of relief. “When you first came to live with me-” Spain continued, and Romano realized he didn’t even have anything written down. Damn it, he was good. “-it took less than a week for me to go running to Austria to beg him to let me have your brother instead. And it took me about three seconds once I got back to regret going, because I realized that Austria would’ve been able to handle you, but he wasn’t the sort of person you needed. Then again, maybe I wasn’t either, since I’m pretty sure I screwed our relationship up pretty bad by doing that. I don’t think you’ve ever really gotten over it

Two Ways About It [14/27]

[anonymous]

He supposed that there was little that he could expect when he closed his mouth again besides silence. After all, he was meant to be the only one talking right now. But when it came, it felt deafening with the realization of what he’d just admitted to in front of everyone they knew. He’d found this whole thing vaguely embarrassing, but now he could feel his face heating up, and he looked down and had to force himself to plow ahead. He couldn’t just say one sentence. But he was still rather mortified, so the rest of the words came out a little too quickly. “I mean… it doesn’t take much to break my confidence, but you’re the only one who ever puts it back together again. I can’t do it myself, so I need you. I’ve always needed you. And… it’s not even that. I want you. I love you. So… so that’s how I feel

Two Ways About It [15/27]

[anonymous]

Not to say that everyone was immediately plastered. Not everyone was so crass. But the best man was, and it was a very drunken France who had to give the customary speech. Romano had been finding ample time between eating and glaring half-heartedly at their guests for daring to stick around now that he was an eligible virgin rather than an eligible bachelor to make eyes at Spain - eyes that plainly said that he was experiencing some sort of X-ray vision where Spain’s clothes were concerned. So it wasn’t until France actually stood up from the table and raised a glass that Spain realized that there was a speech coming at all.

He realized at the same time that the bottle of Bordeaux near France’s plate had been full not twenty minutes ago. Oh, hell.

“I believe that it’s my duty to propose a toast,” France started, setting a hand heavily on Spain’s shoulder. “To my favorite neighbor, for at long last climbing the tall, unforgiving tree of love and obtaining the sweetest, ripest fruit on it - a fruit which has managed to avoid even my

Two Ways About It [16/27]

[anonymous]

“And because you have taught me something about love,” France continued, “I have decided that it is only right that I return the favor and share some of my own wisdom with you.” With ever-growing horror, Spain realized that France had now set the bottle of wine down and produced from his pocket a note card full of his easily-recognizable flowery script.

“Madre de dios,” Spain whispered, and it was rather less of an exclamation and more of a half-hearted prayer that perhaps France would be struck down where he stood by a convenient bolt of lightning. All he’d wanted was for his wedding - his completely apolitical wedding - to be the one international gathering that didn’t end in physical violence. He turned to look at Romano to tell him to please try to calm down enough not to stab France in the throat with his butter knife while Spain undertook an effort (and surely a monumental one) to get France to pay attention, see reason, and ultimately close his trap

Re: Two Ways About It

[anonymous]

He could barely remember the last time Spain had spoken Italian with him. These days laziness on Spain’s part and stubbornness on Romano’s made it so that most of their conversations were bilingual. Suddenly all thought of revenge on France for utterly mortifying him was gone, and Romano was sitting up and grabbing hold of the lapels of Spain’s jacket to gain leverage. “Haré más que besarte, idiota,” he whispered just before he pressed their lips together. No one could ever say that Romano never returned favors, or that he never did as he was told

Two Ways About It [18/27]

[anonymous]

That was when Romano finally came up for air, and he let go of Spain and lowered his arms to allow him to push the jacket off. He smirked. And then, to his surprised, Spain smirked back, and a moment later he pushed the jacket off Romano’s shoulders, pulling it down until it was around his forearms, and then he yanked it tight, pinning Romano’s arms to his sides.

Romano’s eyes widened and he gasped slightly. “What…?”

There was a look in Spain’s eyes that Romano couldn’t remember ever seeing before, and it sent a chill down his spine - though not at all in a bad way. It was possessive. “I spoil you, Romano,” Spain said, leaning in close like was going to kiss Romano again but not quite getting that far. “Even when you lived with me, you were the one giving the orders, and I’ve always let you.”

Meeting Spain’s eyes a little defiantly, Romano murmured, “Because you thought I was cute.”

“Because I loved you,” Spain countered. “It’s always been because in one way or another, I love you.” He shifted the task of holding the front of

Two Ways About It [19/27]

[anonymous]

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to get a grip on himself, but without the strength of moral conviction to back up his limited self-control, he realized that he was basically helpless. He cracked his eyes open again and glared up at Spain. “Bastard,” he whispered. On the one hand, he wasn’t sure where this side of Spain had come from. After all, he’d spent most of his life watching Spain remain infuriatingly oblivious to France’s sexual advances. On the other hand, though, he knew that Spain could be incredibly sharp when he was really, truly focused on something

Two Ways About It [20/27]

[anonymous]

“You always complain,” Spain said, and he nipped Romano’s earlobe sharply.

“Stop giving me things to complain about.” Romano’s voice was a whisper, and there was no feeling behind his words. He didn’t have anything to complain about. He felt better than he ever had in his life. Spain laughed, because of course he must’ve known that; maybe he couldn’t ever read the atmosphere or a situation or even most people, but at this point he could sure as hell see through Romano’s lies.

Then, all at once, Romano no longer felt better than he ever had in his life. It took him a dazed moment to realize it was because Spain’s hand was no longer in his pants. He was about to complain - not whine - when Spain pushed himself back, shoved Romano’s legs apart, and dropped to his knees between them. Romano was slouched badly in the chair, and it startled him so much he instinctively tried to sit up. Spain’s arms were draped over his thighs, though, and that made doing so impossible

Two Ways About It [20/27]

[anonymous]

Spain’s tongue darted out again a moment later and traced around the head of Romano’s cock. A whimper escaped Romano’s throat even as he bit his lip to try to hold any vocalizations in check. One would’ve thought that after the intensity Spain had started with, being slowly teased would’ve let Romano relax a little, but he was finding that now that he was watching Spain, watching him very plainly enjoying himself, he was only becoming even more painfully turned on. Each touch was sending a jolt through his body - jolts that, as Spain’s ministrations became less intermittent and more a smooth litany of licks and sucks and occasional kisses, commuted into waves of pleasure that coursed through his veins and grew more intense with each pass

Two Ways About It [22/27]

[anonymous]

“I’m sure that God will understand that I was planning on having sex with you as soon as humanly possible and that when I did I wanted you to be comfortable.” Spain pulled the curl.

“Chigi!” The exclamation was out of Romano’s mouth of its own accord at that, and as if to save face he added, “Okay, I’ll get it, fine!” He was gone a moment later; Spain couldn’t remember the last time it had taken so little effort to get him to do something around the house. Leaving his shoes on the floor, he immediately headed off toward his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing across the room, up the stairs, and down the hall - tie, vest, shirt, undershirt, pants, socks

Two Ways About It [23/27]

[anonymous]

“Idiot. What I’m trying to say is that you always just ignore my barriers, but if you’d push a little, I’d let you in.”

Spain stared up at Romano, and Romano stared back and gave a devious little smile. Spain returned the expression. Seconds stretched out, and Spain kind of wished that Romano would move his hips again. He must’ve been able to feel the precum that was now smeared nicely across his lower stomach. Finally the hand that had been toying with Spain’s hair came down to smack him on the arm. “Hello, I’m trying to get you to fuck me!” Romano exclaimed. “I know innuendo is beyond you most of the time, but come onRomano grabbed the lube off the bed next to them as he nudged away the arm that was draped around his own waist, and shoved it into Spain’s hand. Spain still just stared at him, and then he burst out laughing. Eyes widening, Romano looked almost offended, and that surprise probably contributed to the fact that when Spain grabbed his waist and flipped him bodily back onto the bed, so that he landed sprawled out with his

Two Ways About It [24/27]

[anonymous]

By that point Romano was starting to rock his hips a little, either trying to get himself to loosen up more or to get Spain’s fingers deeper, or maybe both. Soon he seemed to get fed up with whatever it was, and he suddenly and firmly said, “Spain, that’s enough. I’m ready. Hurry up.”

Spain lifted his head and found that despite how relaxed he’d apparently become, there was a rather driven look that was back on Romano’s face. He supposed, as he glanced down Romano’s body, that if he were as hard as Romano had become, he’d be pretty impatient too. Mostly because he was that hard, and holding himself in check was actually fairly taxing, whether he showed it or not

Two Ways About It [25/27]

[anonymous]

Spain cried out sharply and almost lost his balance. Romano ignored this, choosing instead to slip his hands into Spain’s hair and say, “If I wanted this to be completely pain-free, I would’ve fucked you instead. So stop being so careful.”

“You act like this is easy for me,” Spain countered. It wasn’t; Romano was almost overwhelmingly tight, and the task of finding and maintaining a rhythm of movement suddenly seemed monumental

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