So, short little intro to this:
Over on the wonderful forum Terra Sigma I am Spain and there is a Romano. We were talking about how strange it would be to do a "flip pairing" for Spamano where Romano is the seme and Spain is the uke. Strange, right? Well, we made it work. AND THUS, ROMAIN WAS BORN. (See? Romain = Romaine Lettuce) (trust me, knowing Romaine is a type of lettuce is essential to get the pun in there)
Anyhoo, we started doing a little RP of our own via e-mail and though it took almost a month, we have finally finished it. Enjoy this (slightly cracky) yaoi smut we did. :3 And yeah, none of the characters are ours (damn) but the plot(?) is. Enjoy~ (Oh yes, it's a really long intro, but I'll give warning for the smut part)
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Soft guitar music over the radio, windows open to let the cool breeze in, sunshine flooding in from all directions… It truly was a beautiful summer afternoon.
Spain smiled, humming softly as he prepared lunch. His lover Romano just about begged him to make some pasta for lunch and with his adorable blushing face, who was he to deny the man some comfort food?
Said awesomely cute southern Italian was chopping up tomatoes, humming something that would go with Spain’s tune. He was going to make sauce, sauce is awesome!
“Roma~” The elder brunette smiled, momentarily not paying attention to the boiling water. “Are the tomatoes ready~?”
Romano nodded happily. He was hungry. “Yes~!”
Smiling again, Spain couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It was incredibly refreshing to see Romano in such a good mood. “Muy bien! I’ll get them boiling- AYE!!!!” A long string of Spanish curses spewed from Spain’s mouth the instant the boiling hot water hit him in his – ah – more sensitive area. He was an idiot for forgetting that the handle of the pot was toward him so of course it was inevitable when he turned for his elbow to just knock the pot off the stove.
It was coincidence though, where the water landed.
Romano turned, wide-eyed to see – Spain looking incredibly sexy. He rushed over, blushing. “Are you okay?!”
“Polvo!” Fuck!The poor pained nation could hardly get out anything other than swear words. It wasn’t like it was his first time spilling boiling water; it was just his first time spilling boiling water there. “I-I’ll be fine.” He weakly slid to the tile floor. “I just need some ice.” Though his swearing ceased on the outside, there was nothing but foul language running through his mind.
Romano nodded meekly and ran to get ice. He nearly slipped on the water, but got to the freezer. He took out ice and got a towel, returning to Spain and shoving it on Spain’s nether regions.
Spain winced a bit at the sudden change in temperature (not to mention the force Romano used) but gradually relaxed as the chill of the ice spread. “A~ah. Muchas gracias, Roma!” Feeling that the crisis had been successfully averted, he removed the ice and stood up, careful to avoid the water on the floor. “Aw, now my clothes are all wet.’ He pouted slightly, tugging at his pants and feeling that the water had completely soaked them. “And lunch is going to be put on hold, too.” His pout grew when he realized it would take even longer to taste Romano’s famously delicious tomato sauce!
Romano blushed even more. He hoped there would be no tomato comment. “Hey Spain, do you need help with that~?” It nearly came out as a purr.
Spain blinked. Romano… offering to help?
Something was definitely up. Plus, it almost sounded like he was purring.
The usually talkative man was at a loss for words: a very rare event.
“Uh… I think I can handle it…” He said with a confused look. This vaguely reminded him of that one time when Roma had a really bad fever. Only minus the ridiculous excess energy. “Roma, are you feeling well? Your face is bright red.” Concerned, Spain placed his hand on the younger’s forehead. Yep, his forehead was burning up. “Aye, you feel like you have a fever.”
Romano got an idea. An idea that involved him, Spain, and a bed. “Okay, let’s go lay down~.”
Okay, this was beyond strange. Romano must have been really, REALLY sick if he was being so compliant! “You go on ahead, I’m going to finish making lunch and bring it to you. Alright, mi amor?” With a quick kiss on the forehead, Spain ushered the ill(?) nation to their shared room. “Get some rest, Roma. I’ll be right back.”
Romano smirked as soon as Spain left. Poor thing… Romano and Spain had done if for some times now, but he never got to top! This was his chance!
Spain reentered the room a few minutes later with some steaming pasta, a cool glass of water and a moist towel. “Roma~ How are you feeling?”
Romano smiled, Spain was none-the-wiser about his plan. “Better, thank you. Will you sit with me!?”
After setting down the tray of food, Spain sat on the edge of the bed and gently folded his hands around Romano’s. “You really aren’t feeling well, are you?” As he said that, he recalled the many times in the past when a young Romano faked sick just so Spain would have to stay back and take care of him. “Do you want me to get anything? Medicine, a book or maybe a change of clothes…?” He trailed, smoothing down his lover’s auburn bangs that were warm from the heat radiated from his forehead.
Romano smiled as sweetly as he could. He opened his arms. “Hug…?”
Q-Que lindo!!! “Anything for you, amor.” With a heart-stopping smile, Spain immediately wrapped his arms around his precious love.
Romano pulled Spain into a vice-like grip, holding him close and whispered in his ear: “Do. Not. Call. Me. Cute.”
Ah, there was his familiar mind-reading, stubbornly adorable Romano back from wherever he went. “Cierto, cierto~” Right, right~ was the only thing he could say in response. Though no matter what he says, he is really adorable like this~ He mused, slightly enjoying the ticking sensation Romano’s whisper created on his ear. But then he realized that it was a cute tickling, oh no, it was more of a sexy beast tickling.
For another thing, what was he thinking?! Romano had a fever! He can worry about doing that later. “Anything else I can do for you, cara?”
Romano hugged Spain tighter, then sighed heavily and let go. He needed his energy for… that anyway. And he had an idea about what to do for the lettuce~! “Nothing. I’ll just eat…”
Spain relaxed a bit and brought over the tray. “Here you go. It’s what I could manage with what we had left.” With a chaste kiss, he patted Romano’s head. “Hope you like it~” Suddenly, he remembered his initial goal: changing out of his soaked khakis. “I’ll be right back, okay?” Walking over to his dresser, he pulled out another set of khakis (he had several pairs; they were his favorite) and walked over to the bathroom to change.
Romano usually blushed when Spain kissed him, but not this time. He ate quicker than usual. He wanted to try something. He watched Spain go to the bathroom and waited for him to come out. “Whatever, jackass!”
Once he was done, Spain walked back in and saw that Romano was already done with his pasta. Well, it was to be expected in a way, but still. He never ate that fast on a normal basis. Guess it was just a good sigh that he was already feeling better! “Yo también te quiero~!” Love you too~! He said in his loving and playful way.
Romano looked at Spain in a weird way. “Ass! Get over here!” He didn’t suspect a thing. Or the lettuce Romano was hiding under the covers.
“Hm~ What is it, tesoro?” treasure ((It's a pet name, okay?)) Spain walked curiously back to his little tomato and ruffled his hair. “Feeling better, I suppose?”
Romano smiled and shoved Spain onto the bed, climbing on top and pinning his wrists down so he couldn’t escape. “So, what do we do about this, huh~?”
Romano’s words echoed in his head as Spain slowly processed the situation. He was looking up at Roma, and he couldn’t move his wrists. Meaning they were pinned down by said Italian. Meaning… wait a minute…
“Roma… what are you doing?”
Yep. The eternally dense Spaniard still couldn’t figure it out. Then again, who would? His usually – er – submissive partner suddenly jumped him and pinned him to the plush bed. Anyone would be confused, especially if they were Spain, who has always been a little slow on the uptake.
Romano had the urge to facepalm. How could Spain be such a pervert yet so dense? Then he grinned and put his nose meager inches from Spain’s. “Would you like me to clarify?” He hoped to God that the response would be a yes.
Spain recognized the look in the younger’s eyes. That was the look that he had when they were being intimate. One more puzzle piece was set in place and finally, finally everything clicked.
Roma had decided to test his strength against the great (former) Spanish Empire.
With a dark chuckle, Spain smiled slyly and kissed Romano hard on the lips, giving him the answer he needed. Why not? “Be gentle.” He breathed with a wink.
“Hm~! Maybe I will, maybe I won’t~!” Romano grinned, not wasting any time. He dove down and started to kiss Spain, biting at his lips to get him to open up.
A small moan escaped from Spain's lips, and he greedily allowed Romano's soft tongue entrance. "Not bad, Roma." He coyly commented, nipping at the younger's lips. "What else are you hiding from me?"
Romano explored the moist cavern, liking the sounds he was getting. "Well, I was taught by the best~!" He replyed for the first comment. He frowned then. "What would I hide from you~?"
"Maybe whatever you're hiding under the covers?" Spain was a dense idiot, even he admitted that from time to time, but he wasn't completely oblivious. He had noticed how Romano seemed to be hiding something underneath the pure white sheets. For once, years of pirating paid off in his observational skills.
Romano sighed. Caught. "I had an idea~! An idea... to pleasure you with....." He did a dramatic quiet, then pulled out the lettuce. "LETTUCE!"
After a moment of shocked silence, Spain's almost ridiculing laughter bounced off the walls of the room. "W-What? R-Roma! That doesn't even make any sense!" Of all the things to hide and of all the things to choose to hide, his little tomato decided on one of the most random foods ever. Lettuce. LETTUCE! The thought was nearly unimaginable! "A-A great joke, mi cielo." My sky. ((also a pet name)) "I, for one, could've never thought of it!" The green-eyed man barely managed to get out through his fit of giggles that were slowly causing a side stitch in his stomach and tears from his eyes.
Romano jumped over to the emo corner. "S-So you think I'm st-stupid....?" He looked over at Spain with his eyes filled to the brim with tears.
No, no." Spain wiped away Romano's tears with butterfly kisses. "Never. You're creative, I'll give you that." With a slight chuckle, he ruffled the auburn hair (missing the curl, of course). "Just in all the wrong areas."
Romano sniffed.... and then felt awkward. He went from jumpig Spain to being comforted. This was not supposed to happen. "O-Oi, shut up!" He grabbed Spain's hand and dragged him back toward the bed-and lettuce. "Do you want to continue, or...?"
"Whatever you want, mi tesoro. Though if we do continue, let's abandon the idea of food involved, alright? That never ends well." Smiling, Spain kissed Romano on the cheek, now red with a blush.
Romano headbutted Spain. "ASSHOLE! AT LEAST I TRIED!" He pushed Spain down with a huff and got back on top. "Ready~?"
"Oy!" Spain fell down onto the bed after an angry headbutt and a fierce shove. "Yes, you did~" Playfully, he pouted in response to the question. "Not if you're gonna be so rough, Roma~" It was in times like these that his cunning and conniving side showed. "I thought Boss told you to be gentle."
Romano looked him dead in the eye. "And didn't I say maybe~?"
"Don't go too overboard, at least." Spain kissed his love's pink lips. "I'd like to be able to walk tomorrow."
Romano blushed a bit. Spain was too blunt. "So, we shall see, huh?"
Smiling, Spain lightly traced the soft curvatures of Romano's jawline, intertwining their free hands. "So we shall, mi tomatina."
Romano wrapped his arms around Spain's neck, bringing them closer.
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SMUT WARNING!! The smut is on the next page! Read on your own will!
