There's another request, which fits where this is going. Do not read it if you don't want to be spoiled! Sort of. It's here, in part 3: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5003479#t5003479 I hope OP doesn't mind me taking her prompt and running for the hills with it. Really, I apologize and will try to give you a more fitting (if shorter) fill in the future.
Oblivious, 4.a
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:49:35 UTC
First: I am honestly very sorry. My laptop went down, bringing with itself what I had already wrote, and when I was finally able to salvage it, I didn't like it anymore and rewrote a lot of it. I can promise you, next part will surely take less. Again: I am sorry, sorry, sorry.
Warning! This part contains (down there) some confusely described smut - Greece/Romano, if one wants to be precise.
The sky is heavy and overcast, and Antonio feels like it's following him - the air heavy with electricity, and all that tension, like something coiled deep within the earth.
Sicily is a land of vulcans and earthquakes, after all - he remembers feeling one, hiding under a table with Romano, their pointy, childish knees bumping - he remembers that for once he was the one being scared, while Romano seemed to consider death by some natural disaster something that was part of the grand scheme of things, something that wasn't worth getting scared over. But maybe he was just more used to it, or maybe, just maybe, he was trying to be strong for Antonio's
( ... )
Re: Oblivious, 4.a
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:50:56 UTC
"Ah, it was nice and... nice."
Nonno laughs softly. "No use lying to me, Antonio. I was there, a lot of time ago - and while I'm sure the country has changed much, some things in the character of a nation never change. And the nation I remember had a character that wouldn't really agree with my Antonio."
Sad smile. "Yeah, well. I made some good friends. Well, just one, actually. But he's one of those friends, you know, I'm sure our friendship will last for the rest of my life, and that's something."
"That is something indeed. People underrate friendship. My Antonio values it, that's one of the things I love the most about you."
And here it is, the bite of guilt - familiar, almost welcome to a Catholic, the constant reassurance that your conscience is alive and working and there's still hope for your salvation. "Maybe I'm not as good a friend as I thought I was."
Nonno smiles in that kind, mysterious way that is so typical of him and fills Antonio with nostalgia. "When you're upset, it has always something to do with Romano."
Oblivious, 4.c
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:52:28 UTC
"But what if he's like some sort of criminal? What if he was escaping the law? He could be a killer!"
"That is possible."
"You mean you think..."
"What possible reason could a person have to move to a small fishermen village in a particularly uninspiring part of Sicily? Especially a Greek - he surely wasn't looking for a drastic change in atmosphere."
"But then..."
"I knew his mother. And he's just like her. I can recognize an idealist when I see one."
"An... idealist? You mean like..."
"One of those people who goes around saying there's no difference between men. "
"Y-you can't leave Romano in the hands of an... an atheist!"
"I never said he was one. I don't even know if he's actually one! What I know is, Romano has been very happy since Herakles came into his life. You don't know..." Nonno shakes his head. "You don't know, or you don't remember, or maybe you never noticed - but Romano was so lonely any time you went away. And the last time, oh... when he came home that evening... He's so difficult, so different from his brother. And
( ... )
Oblivious, 4.d
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:54:04 UTC
Antonio can't really remember what they talked about afterwards - the sense of unpleasant, sticky humidity that had followed him since morning had become even more thick, fogging up his brain, making him feel seasick, until he had to excuse himself, feeling like he was going to puke if he remained one minute more in that house.
That house - the other house of his childhood, all familiar smells and angles he could avoid in the dark, Nonno's familiar face smiling at him as usual - and Romano's glaring absence filling the rooms.
Outside, however, the sensation hasn't passed - he feels restless, and before he knows it his feet are walking. He recognizes the road as the one to Nenè's old place only when he's halfway to it.
Good, he thinks, I wanted to talk with Romano, and tries to suffocate the small voice telling him Romano wouldn't want to talk with him with his usual cheer. It doesn't quite work.
Nenè's place rests alone, a bit away from the small town, just where the steep road takes one last large curve before disappearing into the
( ... )
Oblivious, 4.e
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:55:54 UTC
Which is why it's Antonio who finally ends the silence.
"So?"
Herakles raises an eyebrow. "I'm going back to my job if you don't have anything to tell me."
...right. "I was looking for Romano."
Sudden sparkle of interest in Herakles' eyes. "Why?"
"...because I can't find him?"
"...what do you want to tell him."
"I... I need to... I don't think it's anything of your business actually."
"Why not?"
"Because it's stuff I need to say to Romano?"
"If it's job stuff, I take care of most of it."
"It's not job stuff."
"Then what it is?"
And then they say I'm the dense one. "Didn't I just tell you it's none of your business?"
Herakles' blank expression changes into a slight frown. He fishes in his trousers for a peculiar box (looks like polished steel with a complicated design on top, too expensive for the rags he's wearing - somebody bought that for him) and pulls out a long thin cigarillo, lights it with a matchstick rubbed on the keel he's working on.
He's slow, when he moves, like he has all the time in the world - and doesn't mind wasting
( ... )
Oblivious, 4.f
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:57:33 UTC
"What the fuck, Antonio!"
"We need to talk." Antonio whispers sharply, in that tone that means he's done kidding. "Without him."
Romano looks taken aback for a second - he will refuse, Antonio thinks, and he knows already he'll have to walk away, he'll have lost his last chance to explain - but then Romano chews on his lip and whispers back "Not now, I'll come looking for you."
Antonio lets go and looks at him for a long moment. Then, he smiles. He has no reason not to - and he can practically feel Herakles fidget a bit, which is a huge bonus.
He turns around and moves to walk away, and only on the doorstep moves back to wave at the both of them, and he takes pride in how cheerful he must look.
It's a small victory, but Antonio has always been an optimist - and anyway, being children with Romano, one learns to capitalize on small victories pretty quickly.
And yet, he can't really bring himself to move away - he gets halfway to the path, then walks back nervously, wondering if maybe he should make Romano talk with him immediately, then
( ... )
Oblivious, 4.g
anonymous
December 27 2010, 01:59:12 UTC
Herakles has just answered something in a very curt, very cold way, and Romano is talking back in his heated trying-very-hard-to-stay-calm tone - he's in the spot just before Antonio, just my luck! and he's close enough that Antonio can see the blush.
"It's useless to talk to me like this. Antonio is here now, I can't pretend..."
"I hate it."
"...you hate him?"
"It. The way you do that."
"Goddamit Herakles, I can't even properly tell you to go fuck yourself if I don't know..."
"The way you say his... name. There's such heath in it, like..."
"Oh, so this is the problem." Romano is giving Herakles his best arrogant smirk.
"What problem?" Herakles is suddenly in Antonio's field of view, too, in front of Romano with a couple of quick strides, partially blocking the view of Romano's body, but not of his face. "I don't have a problem."
Romano bites his lip and tilts his head to the side in his best smug expression. "Oh, you don't."
"I don't remember saying anything about a... problem?"
Oblivious, 4.g
anonymous
December 27 2010, 02:01:00 UTC
It does look like one, however, as much as Antonio would like to dismiss it as something else - and Romano reacts in kind too, one of his hands going on the back of Herakles' head, the other going to help prop himself against the planks when Herakles leans into him a bit.
It takes a second for Antonio to realize that Herakles is now talking - words whispered against Romano's mouth and cheeks and neck, and Antonio manages to catch very little - he might be talking half in Greek, really - but he can hear the words "mine" and "nobody else" and Romano's pleased shivers seem to indicate he's saying the right stuff.
Romano moves away first, and Antonio feels a tug of relief, that lasts until he fully sees the expression on Romano's face - he's red, yes, and scowling, but his mouth is almost smiling, and his eyes are still half-mast, in that expression of challenge.
Herakles presses on Romano, making him almost sit on the planks, until he's between his legs. "Was I possessive enough? Because I can do worse."
Oblivious, 4.i
anonymous
December 27 2010, 02:02:24 UTC
One of Romano's arms sneaks around Herakles' neck, the other goes to grab Herakles' hand and guide it to it - Herakles laughs and whispers something about the impatient one and Romano snorts and tells him to shut up and kisses him again, turning his head in a way that must be uncomfortable but Romano doesn't seem to care.
Herakles' hands are everywhere, sliding Romano's shirt up, playing with the nipples, and slowly undoing the laces on Romano's trousers, going inside them, making Romano startle and shiver and whine, and then Romano has his, his things that should be in his trousers outside of them and it's all flushed and hard and red and Antonio feels another kind of buzzing get loud in his blood and I should really go back home, eat something, take a bath or four -
- but Romano's skin looks so smooth and soft, muscles moving just under it, so lean, so nice, Romano, since when he's like that, and then his trousers are down, exposing his tighs and Herakles, he puts his... how did he manage to undo his own trousers so fast with just
( ... )
Oblivious, 4.NOTES AND MADNESS
anonymous
December 27 2010, 02:04:04 UTC
Hey. I'm alive. Hello. And happy holidays!
Basically: Antonio is a bit, uh, slow, like in canon. Rome (I hope he was recognizable) likes to pretend he's a bit slow, so he can say what he wants and blame senility. Also I swear that whole scene has some sort of narrative point, it's not just because I enjoy writing the old man. (Well, okay, it's mostly because of that).
one of those: yup, he means a mobster. It's a bit jarring to see how in some American fictions people throw around their being members with the mafia like it's nothing.
carabinieri: one of Italy's oldest public order forces.
socialist: 1905 frame, kids. After the First International but before the Third, which makes it a rather chaotic period in the history of left-wing extremism. I'm not going to expand on the Southern Italian vs Greek situation at the time beyond "they're very poor and with corrupted administrators and very pissed about it", don't worry.
mother: WELL IT'S CANON.
Alcmene: why, she's Herakles' mother obviously. Notice I'm not sure if it's still used as
( ... )
There's another request, which fits where this is going. Do not read it if you don't want to be spoiled! Sort of. It's here, in part 3: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=5003479#t5003479 I hope OP doesn't mind me taking her prompt and running for the hills with it. Really, I apologize and will try to give you a more fitting (if shorter) fill in the future.
Previous Parts: Oh god, another PPFP has come and gone in the meantime ;3; http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=39635865#t39635865
I apologize very much for the delay.
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Warning! This part contains (down there) some confusely described smut - Greece/Romano, if one wants to be precise.
The sky is heavy and overcast, and Antonio feels like it's following him - the air heavy with electricity, and all that tension, like something coiled deep within the earth.
Sicily is a land of vulcans and earthquakes, after all - he remembers feeling one, hiding under a table with Romano, their pointy, childish knees bumping - he remembers that for once he was the one being scared, while Romano seemed to consider death by some natural disaster something that was part of the grand scheme of things, something that wasn't worth getting scared over. But maybe he was just more used to it, or maybe, just maybe, he was trying to be strong for Antonio's ( ... )
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"Ah, it was nice and... nice."
Nonno laughs softly. "No use lying to me, Antonio. I was there, a lot of time ago - and while I'm sure the country has changed much, some things in the character of a nation never change. And the nation I remember had a character that wouldn't really agree with my Antonio."
Sad smile. "Yeah, well. I made some good friends. Well, just one, actually. But he's one of those friends, you know, I'm sure our friendship will last for the rest of my life, and that's something."
"That is something indeed. People underrate friendship. My Antonio values it, that's one of the things I love the most about you."
And here it is, the bite of guilt - familiar, almost welcome to a Catholic, the constant reassurance that your conscience is alive and working and there's still hope for your salvation. "Maybe I'm not as good a friend as I thought I was."
Nonno smiles in that kind, mysterious way that is so typical of him and fills Antonio with nostalgia. "When you're upset, it has always something to do with Romano."
"I... ( ... )
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"But what if he's like some sort of criminal? What if he was escaping the law? He could be a killer!"
"That is possible."
"You mean you think..."
"What possible reason could a person have to move to a small fishermen village in a particularly uninspiring part of Sicily? Especially a Greek - he surely wasn't looking for a drastic change in atmosphere."
"But then..."
"I knew his mother. And he's just like her. I can recognize an idealist when I see one."
"An... idealist? You mean like..."
"One of those people who goes around saying there's no difference between men. "
"Y-you can't leave Romano in the hands of an... an atheist!"
"I never said he was one. I don't even know if he's actually one! What I know is, Romano has been very happy since Herakles came into his life. You don't know..." Nonno shakes his head. "You don't know, or you don't remember, or maybe you never noticed - but Romano was so lonely any time you went away. And the last time, oh... when he came home that evening... He's so difficult, so different from his brother. And ( ... )
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Antonio can't really remember what they talked about afterwards - the sense of unpleasant, sticky humidity that had followed him since morning had become even more thick, fogging up his brain, making him feel seasick, until he had to excuse himself, feeling like he was going to puke if he remained one minute more in that house.
That house - the other house of his childhood, all familiar smells and angles he could avoid in the dark, Nonno's familiar face smiling at him as usual - and Romano's glaring absence filling the rooms.
Outside, however, the sensation hasn't passed - he feels restless, and before he knows it his feet are walking. He recognizes the road as the one to Nenè's old place only when he's halfway to it.
Good, he thinks, I wanted to talk with Romano, and tries to suffocate the small voice telling him Romano wouldn't want to talk with him with his usual cheer. It doesn't quite work.
Nenè's place rests alone, a bit away from the small town, just where the steep road takes one last large curve before disappearing into the ( ... )
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Which is why it's Antonio who finally ends the silence.
"So?"
Herakles raises an eyebrow. "I'm going back to my job if you don't have anything to tell me."
...right. "I was looking for Romano."
Sudden sparkle of interest in Herakles' eyes. "Why?"
"...because I can't find him?"
"...what do you want to tell him."
"I... I need to... I don't think it's anything of your business actually."
"Why not?"
"Because it's stuff I need to say to Romano?"
"If it's job stuff, I take care of most of it."
"It's not job stuff."
"Then what it is?"
And then they say I'm the dense one. "Didn't I just tell you it's none of your business?"
Herakles' blank expression changes into a slight frown. He fishes in his trousers for a peculiar box (looks like polished steel with a complicated design on top, too expensive for the rags he's wearing - somebody bought that for him) and pulls out a long thin cigarillo, lights it with a matchstick rubbed on the keel he's working on.
He's slow, when he moves, like he has all the time in the world - and doesn't mind wasting ( ... )
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"What the fuck, Antonio!"
"We need to talk." Antonio whispers sharply, in that tone that means he's done kidding. "Without him."
Romano looks taken aback for a second - he will refuse, Antonio thinks, and he knows already he'll have to walk away, he'll have lost his last chance to explain - but then Romano chews on his lip and whispers back "Not now, I'll come looking for you."
Antonio lets go and looks at him for a long moment. Then, he smiles. He has no reason not to - and he can practically feel Herakles fidget a bit, which is a huge bonus.
He turns around and moves to walk away, and only on the doorstep moves back to wave at the both of them, and he takes pride in how cheerful he must look.
It's a small victory, but Antonio has always been an optimist - and anyway, being children with Romano, one learns to capitalize on small victories pretty quickly.
And yet, he can't really bring himself to move away - he gets halfway to the path, then walks back nervously, wondering if maybe he should make Romano talk with him immediately, then ( ... )
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Herakles has just answered something in a very curt, very cold way, and Romano is talking back in his heated trying-very-hard-to-stay-calm tone - he's in the spot just before Antonio, just my luck! and he's close enough that Antonio can see the blush.
"It's useless to talk to me like this. Antonio is here now, I can't pretend..."
"I hate it."
"...you hate him?"
"It. The way you do that."
"Goddamit Herakles, I can't even properly tell you to go fuck yourself if I don't know..."
"The way you say his... name. There's such heath in it, like..."
"Oh, so this is the problem." Romano is giving Herakles his best arrogant smirk.
"What problem?" Herakles is suddenly in Antonio's field of view, too, in front of Romano with a couple of quick strides, partially blocking the view of Romano's body, but not of his face. "I don't have a problem."
Romano bites his lip and tilts his head to the side in his best smug expression. "Oh, you don't."
"I don't remember saying anything about a... problem?"
"You're jealous, you stupid... stupid!"
"...who, me? ( ... )
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It does look like one, however, as much as Antonio would like to dismiss it as something else - and Romano reacts in kind too, one of his hands going on the back of Herakles' head, the other going to help prop himself against the planks when Herakles leans into him a bit.
It takes a second for Antonio to realize that Herakles is now talking - words whispered against Romano's mouth and cheeks and neck, and Antonio manages to catch very little - he might be talking half in Greek, really - but he can hear the words "mine" and "nobody else" and Romano's pleased shivers seem to indicate he's saying the right stuff.
Romano moves away first, and Antonio feels a tug of relief, that lasts until he fully sees the expression on Romano's face - he's red, yes, and scowling, but his mouth is almost smiling, and his eyes are still half-mast, in that expression of challenge.
Herakles presses on Romano, making him almost sit on the planks, until he's between his legs. "Was I possessive enough? Because I can do worse."
"Umpf."
Herakles puts an arm ( ... )
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One of Romano's arms sneaks around Herakles' neck, the other goes to grab Herakles' hand and guide it to it - Herakles laughs and whispers something about the impatient one and Romano snorts and tells him to shut up and kisses him again, turning his head in a way that must be uncomfortable but Romano doesn't seem to care.
Herakles' hands are everywhere, sliding Romano's shirt up, playing with the nipples, and slowly undoing the laces on Romano's trousers, going inside them, making Romano startle and shiver and whine, and then Romano has his, his things that should be in his trousers outside of them and it's all flushed and hard and red and Antonio feels another kind of buzzing get loud in his blood and I should really go back home, eat something, take a bath or four -
- but Romano's skin looks so smooth and soft, muscles moving just under it, so lean, so nice, Romano, since when he's like that, and then his trousers are down, exposing his tighs and Herakles, he puts his... how did he manage to undo his own trousers so fast with just ( ... )
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Basically: Antonio is a bit, uh, slow, like in canon. Rome (I hope he was recognizable) likes to pretend he's a bit slow, so he can say what he wants and blame senility. Also I swear that whole scene has some sort of narrative point, it's not just because I enjoy writing the old man. (Well, okay, it's mostly because of that).
one of those: yup, he means a mobster. It's a bit jarring to see how in some American fictions people throw around their being members with the mafia like it's nothing.
carabinieri: one of Italy's oldest public order forces.
socialist: 1905 frame, kids. After the First International but before the Third, which makes it a rather chaotic period in the history of left-wing extremism. I'm not going to expand on the Southern Italian vs Greek situation at the time beyond "they're very poor and with corrupted administrators and very pissed about it", don't worry.
mother: WELL IT'S CANON.
Alcmene: why, she's Herakles' mother obviously. Notice I'm not sure if it's still used as ( ... )
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you're back
!!!!!!
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no need to worry anon this was hot. also I cried. I too am a little bit drunk, I think.
kind of want to do a little celebration dance. because you're back. !
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and it's full of plot! *A*
(recaphcha says 'cluesing the'. i think it's talking about antonio.)
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