hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 24

They were laughing over him, talking to each other as Lovino pushed his head down on the flat pillow, eyes closed and toes curling trying to take it and telling himself Antonio wouldn’t rush if he wasn’t running out of time.

Or he was rushing because he’d left the house for some reason, or he was just rough because he wanted to be.

Antonio’s words were just noise when he felt them being directed at him. More laughter, more touches from too many hands as someone’s mouth breathed over his ear and there were fingers wiping away the mess he’d made on his own stomach and chest. But there was the rhythm now too, the heartbeat, the push and pull that made the bed rock slowly, then with more force as momentum made the same even thrusts knock them over a little more each time.

Francis said something, Gilbert laughed over him, Antonio kissed him when he cried out first from something hot sparking in him, then tried to wail from the pain in his legs when they wouldn’t tense any more in their bonds.

Antonio was heavier than Francis, he looked leaner but his hips were wider, forcing his already stressed thighs to spread by just another one or two impossibly painful degrees.

His body was so much warmer than Gilbert’s: he’d just come up the stairs, he’d just come from somewhere else so his heart was already pumping. Antonio’s invasion was so warm he could feel it, his own body fooled into thinking it was cold with the sheets of sweat coating his face and staining the bed under him. He felt the bend and give of his body, but at the same time Lovino had his cries smothered when he was reminded of how unrelenting Antonio always was when he wanted his way.

He honed in the way Francis didn’t: Lovino’s hands flexing and hips spasming weakly trying to get away. It was too much, the wave that came down from his scalp and washed red and orange over his eyes fulfilled and then overflowed through him before the next one could hit, and his raw body screamed stop.

Stop- just let him rest.

STOP- they had to let him breathe.

*STOP*- it hurt so much, it-

“Cry a little louder, Lovi.” He came as soon as he heard Antonio breathing down on his neck, gasping and struggling under hot breaths for the air he needed. Lovino fell hard through the fog of orgasm because that beating rhythm kept washing over him, tearing away the shroud and slamming him back on the bed under Antonio. “Keep going, I want you begging.”

If he hadn’t been strapped down then Antonio would have moved him, changed the position. He would have flipped Lovino onto his elbows and knees, or if he had a bit more strength left he would have commanded Lovino to ride him. Maybe he’d have just made him kneel on the bed, arms pulled back behind him so Antonio had something to hold that would keep him from getting away as he was taken again and again and again.

Being bound to the bed frustrated a lover who liked to move and see him, Lovino could feel it in the way his hand started pumping him again, completely focused on the climax and nothing more. Antonio took the experience out of things and made it just about the goal.

“Plea- please-!” please stop, but the words slipped away from him when he heard the door because someone left. He heard himself moaning and closed his eyes again to block out the look marring Antonio’s long face, too scared of the lust settled there making him angry and rough.

“I said *louder*!” He yelled at him but he didn’t change pace, didn’t go deeper or slow down, just kept going, and going, and going. Lovino felt his feet swing and his arms jerked useless and limp in their bonds, his body so unbearably stiff before it happened again: he came again.

He came and his body burned from it, muscles contracting and lungs squeezed impossibly tight until he felt himself coughing and hacking trying to find the surface again. He was someone trapped against the rocks at high tide, and like the ocean throwing waves Antonio didn’t even slow down to check if he was okay.

“One more time-” And he was going to drown from it. “Don’t hold out on me, Lovi, or next time you know what I’ll do instead.”

He didn’t understand until he did, too caught up arching his back looking for a different angle, another way for Antonio to hit him that would give his shattered mind a break. Maybe Lovino didn’t figure it out at all, maybe it was the way Antonio bit into his neck and sucked so hard, covering older bruises with a new one that he swore would started to bleed if he didn’t *stop*.

But then Antonio spoke, low and different, his voice slipping into his ear like poison and cutting through the endless beat of his hips and Lovino’s pain:

“A dose of that drug in your morning coffee, you probably wouldn’t even taste it, would you?” It had an artificial sweetness to it, the drug’s purpose was exactly what they were doing now. “We’d be somewhere public, and you’d take my hand asking to go somewhere safe…” His heart was beating stronger, beginning to slam against his ribs just like the force bruising his hips.

And Antonio didn’t even slow down. He could speak and have at him at the same time because he didn’t get swept away or lost in the moment. It was hard to make him frantic or get caught up completely in the passion: Lovino didn’t have a whisper of a prayer so long as he was bound like this, and without the strength to whisper back, he could only gasp and listen.

“Just you and I, all alone somewhere.” Even if he didn’t want to listen, his eyes were too dim and star-struck to find anything else to look at. His skin was burning and numb, muscles screaming and bones sore. “You wouldn’t even know what had happened until it wore off, would you? I’d take your phone and your clothes, make sure there was nothing for you to wrap yourself in: you’re too proud to run naked, Lovi.”

“S-Stop…!”

“It would be so nice to leave you alone and not have to worry about someone else having their fill while I’m gone.” His hands were grasping: something they rarely did. He felt fingertips bruising his hip and the other set digging in behind his screaming knee, and it hurt. “I could still have you screaming and kicking back-” Sc- screaming? “No safe-words,” *NO*. “No time wasted waking you up, just-”

“I-” No more, not like this: not this late in the game, not when he felt this weak and vulnerable, not when he couldn’t tell what was a fantasy and what was a *threat*. “I love- I love you-!”

The beating stopped at once.

Even though Alfred in the anime doesn't give a flying fudge about his weight

Wait, what? Did the strip about America seeking dieting advice after being called fat not make it into the anime...?

O_o

Uh, wow. Okay. I'm plenty calm, thanks. Maybe you ought to sit back and breathe deeply yourself. I did jump the gun assuming that I was replying to the OP-- I could have sworn that they indicated as much, but that's what I get for skimming my alerts. If I was wrong, I apologize for the mix-up. Only for the mix-up. There was no drama in my comment, I was just pointing out that the anon who explained the glitch was not bs-ing.

Lunch. It was one of his dreaded words. Oh, there was a list, and a lunch date wasn’t quite as bad as a dinner date.,. But it was still an issue. At dinner meals were heavy, large (fattening). At lunch he could get away with something small and head back to the gym to make it all up. But even eating that made him feel disgusting. It was like he could feel the fat settling on his bones.

He caught sight of England at a table outside an almost trendy, but quaint little café. What a choice. But places like this were known for having calorie free options, weight watchers, things like that. It wasn’t all bad. He grinned, wide as ever as he dropped his bag on the ground and plopped in the seat across from Arthur. “Hey! So, what’s so important?”
He gave Alfred a quizzical look. “What have you been doing? You look a mess, and you smell.”

Alfred just laughed, pushing his hair back from his forehead from where it had stuck with sweat. Arthur grimaced. “Just working out, relaaax. Someone had to plan lunch and interrupt me.”

England sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, well you should’ve allowed time to clean up. But on to more important matters.” As he spoke about political this, politician that, embargos and any other number of matters, he continued to give Alfred curious looks. He looked… Off. This wasn’t the sunny boy he knew. He paused as their food arrived. “Ah yes. I took the liberty of ordering for you since you were late,” he explained.

Alfred listened, trying to process it all. But he felt like he couldn’t think clearly today, and it only served to piss him off with himself. Maybe it had to do with that disgusting weight gain. More than likely, he assumed. The upside had been Arthur not mentioning food. And that had been so incredibly pleasant, until he found out why and it set his stomach to rolling. “You did…? Aw… You didn’t have to do that!” he insisted in the way most would. Nothing odd about it.

Arthur just shrugged, smiling slightly. He did enjoy his time with Alfred, even if the other was difficult at times. “It’s quite alright. I know your tastes well enough, and I didn’t want to hear you complaining whenever it took too long for your food to arrive.”

“Uh.. thanks.” It wasn’t the pleased reaction Arthur had expected. Something was decidedly off about Alfred, and that became even more apparent whenever he just kind of stared at the bowl and plate in front of him. He didn’t see food. He saw carbs and calories, weight gain. That’s all it was. He couldn’t eat this. He could not.

Arthur didn’t understand and frowned at him. “Well, don’t be too grateful,” he said sarcastically. “It’s only mushroom soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.”

“Yeah… I can see that.” What bread, butter, cheese (it looked to be cheddar), cream, and whatever else had gone into the soup. Was it canned? If so then the calories were even higher. Before Arthur could complain anymore Alfred was waving over a waiter. “Yeah, can I get a glass of water?” Not, can I get a refill on my soda.

Arthur was bewildered, not even having touched his own food. What <>was Alfred doing? “Al- Alfred,” he said insistently, trying to get his attention.

“Huh?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me?!” His tone was quickly defensive, causing Arthur’s eyes to widen.

“Yes! You’re acting strange. Aren’t you going to eat?” Alfred’s expression was almost- Terrified? Panicking? He’d not seen anything like it in years.

“I don’t eat after I work out,” he quickly explained. “It upsets my stomach.”

Arthur accepted this answer, but through the meal acted the part of a mother hen as he encouraged Alfred to eat, even just a little. He sipped his water and was eventually coaxed into eating part of the sandwich. In the end he ate the whole meal, and it tasted so good… Such a lard. When he looked at his plate and realized what he’d done Alfred felt himself panic. Weeks of working out- Ruined. “Be right back!” he chirped, but Arthur had seen the panic in his eyes as Alfred had scrambled from their table to go inside to the bathroom. He’d been acting so strange, but Arthur couldn’t pin point why. Maybe he’d caught cold? He’d ask when he got back.

Arthur waited, and waited… And waited some more. Eventually Alfred returned and something seemed off. He didn’t sit back down, even though Arthur had ordered dessert. A sundae, something Alfred was sure to love. “Sorry Art! Gotta run!” he said quickly, tossing money on the table for his half the meal, even though Arthur had offered to pay in his worried state. He could swear he smelled bile when Alfred ducked his head to grab his bag.

“But Alfred, wait a second!” he called. He wasn’t letting him get away without his question answered.

“Yeah?” he’d paused, just far away enough from the table that Arthur thought maybe he hadn’t smelled anything. Alfred was smiling at him… And maybe there was nothing wrong. Everyone had off days and in that moment Alfred seemed just like himself.
Never mind. But you really ought to slow down. You can’t just eat and run.”

Alfred’s grin faltered, Arthur would’ve sworn on it. But it was back with such a full force that maybe it had only been a trick of the light. “Yeah, yeah. Later!” And he was one his way… Jogging? He was dressed for it, but he’d only just ate! Something sat ill with Arthur, and for now it was shoved to the back of his mind as he was left with a melting bowl of ice cream on the table and notes from their conversation to organize so they weren’t lost on his way back to his hotel room.

((And here we have part two! I'm so glad everyone likes it! On another note, I'm not asking for critiques, but if there's anything that really stands out to you then feel free to say something.))

I should reply to all the comments, but I really like this one. You're pretty much right on the money: I couldn't avoid the world-building aspect so the four of them have a blend of polyamory/open relationships together (which is why there's still room for Spain and Prussia to be all "MINE NOT YOURS").

France & Romano: Polyamorous
Prussia & Spain: Open and friendly about sharing.

So yeah they've all, if not with each other, been with Romano intimately, and there are actual relationships and trust keeping things afloat. I think I've rammed it down everybody's throat that they TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF, because that's what makes a healthy relationship, nevermind a polyamorous one, or a BDSM one on top of it.

You have to have a good understanding with your buddy if you're going to sit idly by and watch him fuck your boyfriend.

A!Anon also doesn't mind sharing the headcanon that Romano got himself into this situation by being his tsundere little self.

> The three of them boasting about who's the better lover, they want him to decide because he's slept with all three of them.

>> Romano avoids the question.

>>> Someone (read: Francis) says he could turn Romano into a quivering pile of goo if he let him do exactly what he wants.

>>>> Romano denies, says he'd never let himself say "I love you" or gushy things in bed.

>>>>> Rinse and repeat with the other two.

>>>>>> Surprise 3-on-1 one night that doesn't go so well because Romano's too feisty for this.

>>>>>>> Steady escalation of events and plans until you get the prompt and fill.

((I'm sorry if this is terrible, i had to alter time a little bit so that Grandpa Rome wasn't teaching them as little kids, but as teens. I'm also sorry that this wasn't exactly the prompt...
Warning: contains self-induced throwing up))

It was a simple meal for three gathered at the table. Though tonight Rome was going to teach his grandsons something new.
"Boys, tonight I am going to show you something." Rome announces to the two teens.
"Ve~ is it a surprise?" Italy asks excited, a wide smile spread across his face.
"Si, it's a surprise that will show how grown up you both are." Rome replies.
Even though Romano wouldn't admit it, he was now interested in what this surprise would be.
"When will you show us the surprise?" Italy asks eagerly.
"I'll show you when you are full after you have finished your dinner." Rome replies.
The two brothers eat quickly to lessen the time keeping them from finding out what the surprise is. Italy was the first to finish followed by Romano only a minute later.
Both of the twins' eyes landed on their grandfather, wanting to hear what their surprise is.
"Follow me." Rome stands from his seat. He walks down the hallway and to a medium sized bathroom. The Italy brothers follow him as he leads them to stand right in front of the bathroom door.
Before Romano or Italy could voice their confusion, Rome spoke. "My surprise is a way to eat as much food as you want without feeling sick. If you do what I'm going to tell you, you'll not only get to feast like a king, but you'll also be able to be as fit as I am."
"How?" Italy asks.
"It's simple. All you have to do is make yourself throw up your food." Rome explains before asking, "which one of you would like to try first?"
Romano was a little hesitant about this. Italy on the other hand wanted to try since he knew it would please his Grandfather.
"Can I go?" Italy asks.
Rome smiles at his favorite grandson. "Of course. Romano stay out here until it's your turn." Rome opens the bathroom and steps inside. Italy walks in after him. The door closes, leaving Romano standing in the hallway to wait.
Romano could only pick up pieces of what Grandpa Rome was telling his brother on the other side of the door. The thought of himself being next was making him anxious as he tried to hear most of what was going on in the bathroom. Suddenly he hears gagging from the other side of the door followed by the toilet flushing. After a minute longer had passed, the door opens again.
Grandpa Rome has his hand on Italy's shoulder proudly. "Now Feli, why don't you go and play." Rome suggests to him.
Italy nods before walking away from the bathroom and over to his own room to paint.
Rome turns his gaze to Romano. Under the gaze, Romano feels nervous. He steps into the bathroom and walks over towards his destination. Rome follows him and closes the door behind them.
"Nonno, I don't know if I can do this..." Romano says as he stands in front of the toilet bowl.
"I understand. You're just not grown up enough like Feli is. Maybe next time you'll be ready." Rome responds, turning to walk towards the bathroom door in order to leave.
"Wait!" Romano stops him. "I've changed my mind I'll do it."
Rome turns back to face Romano with an approving smile. "Get on your knees in front of the toilet." Rome instructs.
Romano kneels in front of the toilet as he was told.
"Now use one of your pointer fingers to reach into your mouth until you feel like you are going to throw up your food." Rome continues to instruct him.
Romano tries his best to do as he is instructed, using the other hand to grip the toilet bowl to help him keep his balance. After a few minutes he feels himself gag, but he doesn't throw up. After trying a second time he succeeds and empties the contents of his stomach into the toilet. After he was finished he looks up at his grandfather. A smile of approval was on his face. It made Romano feel so... Accepted and loved. He stands and the pair make their way out of the bathroom.

Many years had passed since that first time the Italy brothers were taught how to make themselves throw up. Throwing up after meals became a habit. Even after their grandfather passed away, this practice of throwing up after meals became a part of their everyday lives.
The Italy brothers share a home together now. It isn't a very big house, but it is good enough for the Italies to be comfortable.
"Feli, why the fuck is the tomato bastard here?" Romano asks, glaring at the Spaniard who was sitting on their couch smiling like the idiot he is.
"Well, since me and Germany are going to go on a date tonight I invited Toni here for you so you won't get lonely~! Ve~ then you won't get lonely while I'm gone." Feliciano shares the plan he had created with a smile.
"You're not going out with that potato sucker." Romano states firmly. He didn't want some freak taking advantage of his innocent little brother.
"Fratello it's not nice to call Luddy mean names." Italy complains.
"And your point is? I don't care how fucking 'not nice' it is since its true." Romano says.
"But it's not true." Italy defends the German man.
"Si it is." Romano argues.
Italy opens his mouth to reply, just as a knock sounds at the door. Italy immediately smiles and skips to the door. He opens it to find Germany standing there.
"Ciao fratello! I'll be back after my date." Italy calls out to Romano before walking out of the door. The door closes.
"Stupid wurst sucker thinks he can just come over and steal my fratellino." Romano grumbles under his breath angrily.
He plops down on the chair across from the couch Spain was sitting on.
"Lovi don't worry about your brother. He'll be fine." Spain tries to calm the angry redhead.
"I'm not worried, idiota." Romano lies.
"Okay." Spain accepts the lie. He then gets an idea of something to distract the Italian. "How about I cook you something for dinner?" Spain suggests.
"Fine, but don't think this is a date or something stupid like that." Romano replies. To be honest, Romano wouldn't mind if this was a date... Not that he'd tell Spain that.
Spain agrees and walks to the kitchen to cook for the two of them. Romano follows the other man so he could watch him cook. Romano sits on a stool in the kitchen and watches Spain prepare the meal.
Aromas dance around the kitchen as the Spanish cuisine is prepared. Once it his finished, Spain plates two portions for them both. Romano takes one of the plates and walks over to the table with it in hand. He sets it down and begins eating. Spain sits next to him, eating his own meal. Once Lovino was full, he excused himself from the table to do the deed he had been doing for years after meals.
Spain didn't question him instead the Spaniard took both of their plates and puts them in the sink. He decides to
clean up the room a little bit since it seemed to be cluttered at the moment. Spain spots a coat that belongs to Romano carelessly thrown over a chair. He picks it up and walks in the direction of Romano's room so he can put it in there. On his way to the room however, he heard the sound of gagging coming from the bathroom. He changes his course and instead walks to the bathroom. Concern is written on his face as he reaches for the door. Is Romano sick? He opens the door, though he is not prepared to see what he does. Romano was leaned over the toilet with one of his fingers up his throat, making himself throw up. He almost drops the jacket in his hands on the ground. Spain couldn't believe this. "Lovi?" Spain calls out to him, hoping he was just imagining things.
((Again sorry if this is terrible! Please tell me if you would like for me to continue.))

OHHH MY GOD THIS IS ACTUALLY WONDERFUL, ANON. I was skeptical when I saw the prompt but you're doing this absolutely beautiful. I cant wait for the next part.

THIS

IS SO GOOD

THIS IS THE BEST

YOU ARE AWESOME

LET ME LOVE YOU

--ANON

Wow, Spain is so marvellously creepy in this. I mean. Wonderful, and character, and intense, and creepy. Juuuuust kind of showing this is a good thing when it's good but if it was bad it could be a very bad thing indeed.

OMG "I love you," how did that turn out as their safeword? Except. Except, Romano refers to himself as an object, kind of, earlier, and love doesn't play into that so "I love you," is about being a person again?

And. GAH. Yessssssss.

Yes. Yes, this is wonderful.

Oooooor I could be completely off the mark. *Just read fantastic backstory-comment.*

It did, but it didn't stop him from eating hamburgers and drinking milkshakes. He shook it off pretty quickly, like: 'meh, whatever'. It wasn't a huge deal (I don't think...)

This is so intensa, Author!Anon, I can't even.
Antonio is one sexy bastard :D you write him perfectly!

Now, excuse this anon for her short review, but there's some major nosebleeding going on here...

A!A tell me you've written something for the kink meme or at least that you plan to continue writing. I don't remember when was the last time I've been this much in love with a fic and its writer.

Yes, yes, please continue! *-*

I so hoped for some Romano/Spain interaction and I can't wait to read more.

My FFN and tumblr actually get decent traffic for Hetalia fics, and it turns out the OP was one of my followers (now it's mutual of course!) I dunno yet about more kink meme fills, but I have this gut-wrenching fear of this AU becoming its own thing if I let it *sobsnopleasenotanotherobe*

Naw, I wouldn't call that off the mark. They're drawing a line between love and lust and frolicking on the lust side with the DRUGS and cutting Lovino's preferences out if the equation. He's being objectified in a way that's cruel and yet still appealing for both parties, but at the end of the day he has the choice to climb down off the shelf and be a person again.

"I love you, now I want you to love me again" basically. Provided Antonio liste- hey my train just arrived!

Aaah, fairy tales!

I'll be looking out for how this progresses, and really like how you're weaving in everyone's storylines.

I hate the way you keep posting interesting things right up until I have to get the bus!

Ahhh. I wouldn't say that's the same as not caring at all myself (even though it's never brought up again outside of character songs, as far as I know, he still seems kinda distressed about his weight at the end of the segment), so that's what threw me off. I can definitely see where you're coming from, though!

Oh, wait, it does come up again. When Japan moves in with America as a roommate, he converts America from showers to baths by mentioning that baths are supposed to help you lose weight. I don't know how I forgot that, it more or less formed my current headcanon for America's thoughts on his own weight.

Liked this next part even more :)
Please continue soon!

Hetalia kink meme part 24

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