It can be a gakuen AU, canon, anything really. England isn't sure what to expect from them and is pleasantly surprised with what they can do. Italians are great lovers after all~
Bonuses: 1. Romano and England bicker a lot 2. North Italy is the one to suggest the threesome 3. Cute cuddling after
"...wouldn't that be nice?" Veneziano looked up happily, only to find himself stared at. His brother had an expression of what looked like impending constipation - had to, because he couldn't get angry over something like this... right? England sat with a fork halfway to his mouth, a piece of those disgusting dusty scones still balanced perfectly on it. He wasn't moving.
"What the hell kind of thing is that to suggest just like that?" Romano pressed out a couple of seconds later, his cheeks flaming red.
"Ve, I already said, I thought it'd be nice," Veneziano countered a bit defensively. "Something to take England's mind off things for a while. Besides, it's been a while since we did anything like that, right?" He paused, and then went in for the kill, "You liked it a lot the last time it happened, after all."
Romano was apparently trying to re-invent the color red and spluttering a few incomprehensible profanities, and Veneziano quickly turned to England before he could start shouting. "What do you say? Fratello is being a bit silly about it right now, but he's actually really talented with that sort of thing. And I know that the breakup has you feeling pretty bad right now, but I thought maybe some distraction would make it better?"
"There's a pretty fucking huge leap from 'distraction' to 'threesome', you idiot," Romano hissed.
Veneziano stuck out his tongue at him. "Is not, unless you lack imagination." A thought struck him, and he brightened. "Hey, do you want me to tell him about that time you-"
"No!! Shut up!"
England put his fork down with a clink, freezing Romano in the process of bodily assaulting his brother. Veneziano smiled at him. "England?"
"I- Er, that is, I'm not sure-" He wasn't blushing nearly as impressively as Romano, it was more like pink blotches really, but Veneziano supposed that it was the thought that counted.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" he urged. "Ve~, and it's not like you've got anyone you need to be faithful to anymore." Romano groaned, possibly betraying more interest in his brother's idea than he let on, but Veneziano bravely surged on, "I mean, it'd be pretty sad if you sat around moping over America like this and let that get in the way of doing nice things."
England ducked his head, and for a moment Veneziano worried a bit that maybe he'd made him sad, but when he looked up his face was fixed in that stubborn expression that had conquered the world once upon a time. "You're absolutely right," he declared, and it was only when Veneziano happily clapped his hands and Romano dropped back into his chair and nursed his coffee, muttering something rather cruel about putting his brother under a caffeine ban, that he seemed to realize that he'd actually agreed.
He floundered, and then seemed to find something solid to hang onto. "But I want to finish my tea first," he added, managing to muster up a pretty impressive amount of dignity.
Veneziano nodded eagerly, halfway through unbuttoning his shirt already, and then frowned a bit as the two others stared at him. "Ve, you don't mind me undressing, do you?"
***
Hello nonnies! I hope you didn't mind the mention of the past-tense USUK there, and I will hopefully keep writing after I've managed to get some breakfast into me.
"I- Er, that is, I'm not sure-" He wasn't blushing nearly as impressively as Romano, it was more like pink blotches really, but Veneziano supposed that it was the thought that counted.
Every other line made me fall in love with this, so just have me quoting this one in particular as a token of how much I adore your writing style<3
The sound that Veneziano's already-naked body hit the sheets was... distracting. England found that he'd stopped and stared. While he wasn't, and had never been, quite as prim and proper as some people had believed of him - he just see the need to advertise it quite as much as France some people did - this cavalier attitude towards casual nakedness and seduction confused him greatly. Veneziano grinned at him, running a hand along his own body in a way that seemed to genuinely be as much for his own pleasure as putting up a show, and England suddenly didn't know quite where to look.
To mask his confusion, he turned, finding to his surprise that the other brother had apparently started peeling off his clothes on the way there two, working with kind of uncanny efficiency. Romano gave him a challenging look, and then snorted, rolling his eyes.
"You got stuck or something?" he demanded with a sneer, and England realized that his hands were still frozen in the task of loosening his tie. Before he could retort back, suddenly there were a pair of darker hands over his own, guiding them away and then pulling his tie loose. Romano's hands had some paler patches which he realized was scars, but they were soft and warm, smelling slightly of some kind of salve or cream. His nails were somewhat unsurprisingly flawlessly manicured, and made England want to hide his own bitten-down abominations behind his back. Instead he stood rooted to the spot as those slim, elegant fingers immediately setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. He was quite sure that Romano was usually much clumsier than this, but maybe some small routine tasks were-
-the other nation made a small grimace, and four buttons tore loose from England's shirt. He stared, and Romano shrugged. "Stupid buttons," he said, because clearly that was their fault. "At least the damn shirt is open now."
"Do you know how expensive this shirt was?"
He got a smirk in return. "English fashion is fucking ugly anyway."
He was about to retort something, and then realized that Romano had taken advantage of his momentary annoyance to undo his pants as well, and was now slipping them easily down his hips, tugging his underwear with them. England made a small, undignified noise and resisted an urge to cover himself that undoubtedly would get him mocked forever. Romano clearly pretended not to notice, instead grabbing the waistband of the silk boxers which was the only thing he was wearing now, tugging them down without preamble.
And then England was treated to another smirk and a raised eyebrow, and a hand taking his and tugging at it. "Are you coming, Marmite bastard?"
"Is that the kind of thing you call all of your lovers?" England quipped back, but allowed himself to be led.
"Ve~, fratello is being so seductive," Veneziano chirped from the bed, stretching happily, and England realized that he was right. Still rude, obnoxious and harsh, yes, but Romano was actually being kind of... alluring. What the Hell?
And then he was shoved none-too-gently towards the bed only to find himself falling right into Veneziano's arms. The younger brother pressed close, his breath tickling England's neck and causing rather pleasant shivers to run along his body. "Are you ready?" he murmured, voice unexpectantly and pleasantly dropping lower, at the same time as England received a lap full of another Italian.
He was trapped between them. And unlike previous instances of being the prisoner of the Italies, he really didn't mind that much.
***
Well, that was the longest breakfast in history, wasn't it? ^^;; BUT ANYWAY, here's the next part. Thank you so much for the kind words! I have to admit I find fiendish glee in writing Veneziano's rather interesting method of seduction, and I am having way more fun with this whole thing than I'd imagined before! A new part will hopefully happen shortly.
I like the difference in both brother's seductive style - I really, really like how you characterized Veneziano as being the type to trap you with innocent adorableness and shamelessness while Romano manages to be alluring even while remaining his grumpy self.
And poor England is so self-conscious! Don't worry, the Italies will make you feel all better<3
It was impossible to keep track of four hands wandering all over his body at the same time, so England didn't even try. They'd scooted further back on the bed, with him still half-lying in Veneziano's lap, while Romano was straddling him, somehow making the way he'd positioned himself in itself seem bossy. Then again, it was hard to complain, hard to do much of anything at all except be reluctantly - but pleasantly - overwhelmed, when one was at the center of so much attention.
Veneziano's touches were feather-light, teasing, experimenting and exploring. England could hear his every fluttering breath, catching in his throat or melting into a soft moan every now and again as if nothing excited him more than just... being able to touch, to please. And apparently it did really affect him that much - it was kind of hard not to notice, with a half-hard cock starting to poke him a bit above the small of his back. Not that it bothered him, really, it was just... another thing that overwhelmed him a bit.
Romano, of course, wasn't anything like his brother. His touch was impatient, not very careful, pushy, and his kisses were aggressive and messy. And England wasn't quite sure why, but he liked it. There was something hungry about the way he went at the business of giving pleasure, something that said 'the reason I touch you is that in return, I want you to give me all that you can give'. It was attention-seeking and needy and craving, and it was hard not to feel wanted when you happened to be at the receiving end of it. Romano was definitely more than half hard already, and he pressed his crotch against England's own awakening erection like a challenge.
He was sure he should have protested this and left the house the minute Veneziano started making absurd suggestions. He was sure that he was going to want to crawl into a hole and die with shame in the morning. He was certain that he had no idea how the bloody hell this had happened.
Except, he did. Just like France had a way of making him do the most ridiculous things simply by goading him on until he snapped, so Veneziano had made this whole thing seem like... well, a challenge that he couldn't back down from. But he was Veneziano, for crying out loud, he couldn't have done that on purpose...
...right?
And that was when his train of thought was cut short by Romano pressing their lips roughly together. The older brother rolled their hips together at the same time as Veneziano rolled one of his nipples between his fingers, his other hand slipping in between the grinding heat of their bodies to toy playfully with England's balls. Caught up in too many sensations to properly process it all, he heard a truly embarrassing sound leave his own lips, some kind of disjointed groan that rose quickly in pitch when Romano found his other nipple and bit down on it. Sod it all, that hurt!
...so why did it make him arch his back, and why was he suddenly all but fully hard? He didn't like the way Romano was smirking at him at all, and somehow the way Veneziano giggled softly close to his ear was even more worrying. "Mmm, ve~, do that again, Fratello. Harder, this time." Suddenly supple fingers were moving from England's balls to his cock, stroking it slowly and then dancing over the head, smearing the first drops of pre-cum with soft, almost soothing motions, making England squirm and try to stifle a gasp.
Then Romano bit down on his nipple again, and he stopped caring what kind of sounds he was making.
***
I'm having so much fun balancing this two brothers, it should probably be illegal. I'm so glad you people seem to think I'm doing an okay job wit them so far ^^ And poor England will just have sit back and enjoy the bumpy ride xD
Hot, anon, this whole thing is so hot. I like the balance, as you said, between the brothers, the way their actions complement each other to drive England crazy. I especially liked the way you described the kind of lovers Veneziano and Romano are, it's so believable.
Italian bros/England - hot and steamy threesome
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 05:38 am (UTC)(link)Bonuses:
1. Romano and England bicker a lot
2. North Italy is the one to suggest the threesome
3. Cute cuddling after
Seconding!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Italian bros/England - hot and steamy threesome
(Anonymous) 2012-12-28 10:06 am (UTC)(link)someone please i need this in my life
The Italian cure, part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-08 10:34 am (UTC)(link)"What the hell kind of thing is that to suggest just like that?" Romano pressed out a couple of seconds later, his cheeks flaming red.
"Ve, I already said, I thought it'd be nice," Veneziano countered a bit defensively. "Something to take England's mind off things for a while. Besides, it's been a while since we did anything like that, right?" He paused, and then went in for the kill, "You liked it a lot the last time it happened, after all."
Romano was apparently trying to re-invent the color red and spluttering a few incomprehensible profanities, and Veneziano quickly turned to England before he could start shouting. "What do you say? Fratello is being a bit silly about it right now, but he's actually really talented with that sort of thing. And I know that the breakup has you feeling pretty bad right now, but I thought maybe some distraction would make it better?"
"There's a pretty fucking huge leap from 'distraction' to 'threesome', you idiot," Romano hissed.
Veneziano stuck out his tongue at him. "Is not, unless you lack imagination." A thought struck him, and he brightened. "Hey, do you want me to tell him about that time you-"
"No!! Shut up!"
England put his fork down with a clink, freezing Romano in the process of bodily assaulting his brother. Veneziano smiled at him. "England?"
"I- Er, that is, I'm not sure-" He wasn't blushing nearly as impressively as Romano, it was more like pink blotches really, but Veneziano supposed that it was the thought that counted.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" he urged. "Ve~, and it's not like you've got anyone you need to be faithful to anymore." Romano groaned, possibly betraying more interest in his brother's idea than he let on, but Veneziano bravely surged on, "I mean, it'd be pretty sad if you sat around moping over America like this and let that get in the way of doing nice things."
England ducked his head, and for a moment Veneziano worried a bit that maybe he'd made him sad, but when he looked up his face was fixed in that stubborn expression that had conquered the world once upon a time. "You're absolutely right," he declared, and it was only when Veneziano happily clapped his hands and Romano dropped back into his chair and nursed his coffee, muttering something rather cruel about putting his brother under a caffeine ban, that he seemed to realize that he'd actually agreed.
He floundered, and then seemed to find something solid to hang onto. "But I want to finish my tea first," he added, managing to muster up a pretty impressive amount of dignity.
Veneziano nodded eagerly, halfway through unbuttoning his shirt already, and then frowned a bit as the two others stared at him. "Ve, you don't mind me undressing, do you?"
***
Hello nonnies! I hope you didn't mind the mention of the past-tense USUK there, and I will hopefully keep writing after I've managed to get some breakfast into me.
Re: The Italian cure, part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-08 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)I love this fic so much already
"I- Er, that is, I'm not sure-" He wasn't blushing nearly as impressively as Romano, it was more like pink blotches really, but Veneziano supposed that it was the thought that counted.
Every other line made me fall in love with this, so just have me quoting this one in particular as a token of how much I adore your writing style<3
Re: The Italian cure, part 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-09 06:14 am (UTC)(link)I love this! I was wondering how this would work, but the way you wrote it everyone feels very believable.
The Italian cure, part 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-09 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)Francesome people did - this cavalier attitude towards casual nakedness and seduction confused him greatly. Veneziano grinned at him, running a hand along his own body in a way that seemed to genuinely be as much for his own pleasure as putting up a show, and England suddenly didn't know quite where to look.To mask his confusion, he turned, finding to his surprise that the other brother had apparently started peeling off his clothes on the way there two, working with kind of uncanny efficiency. Romano gave him a challenging look, and then snorted, rolling his eyes.
"You got stuck or something?" he demanded with a sneer, and England realized that his hands were still frozen in the task of loosening his tie. Before he could retort back, suddenly there were a pair of darker hands over his own, guiding them away and then pulling his tie loose. Romano's hands had some paler patches which he realized was scars, but they were soft and warm, smelling slightly of some kind of salve or cream. His nails were somewhat unsurprisingly flawlessly manicured, and made England want to hide his own bitten-down abominations behind his back. Instead he stood rooted to the spot as those slim, elegant fingers immediately setting to work on the buttons of his shirt. He was quite sure that Romano was usually much clumsier than this, but maybe some small routine tasks were-
-the other nation made a small grimace, and four buttons tore loose from England's shirt. He stared, and Romano shrugged. "Stupid buttons," he said, because clearly that was their fault. "At least the damn shirt is open now."
"Do you know how expensive this shirt was?"
He got a smirk in return. "English fashion is fucking ugly anyway."
He was about to retort something, and then realized that Romano had taken advantage of his momentary annoyance to undo his pants as well, and was now slipping them easily down his hips, tugging his underwear with them. England made a small, undignified noise and resisted an urge to cover himself that undoubtedly would get him mocked forever. Romano clearly pretended not to notice, instead grabbing the waistband of the silk boxers which was the only thing he was wearing now, tugging them down without preamble.
And then England was treated to another smirk and a raised eyebrow, and a hand taking his and tugging at it. "Are you coming, Marmite bastard?"
"Is that the kind of thing you call all of your lovers?" England quipped back, but allowed himself to be led.
"Ve~, fratello is being so seductive," Veneziano chirped from the bed, stretching happily, and England realized that he was right. Still rude, obnoxious and harsh, yes, but Romano was actually being kind of... alluring. What the Hell?
And then he was shoved none-too-gently towards the bed only to find himself falling right into Veneziano's arms. The younger brother pressed close, his breath tickling England's neck and causing rather pleasant shivers to run along his body. "Are you ready?" he murmured, voice unexpectantly and pleasantly dropping lower, at the same time as England received a lap full of another Italian.
He was trapped between them. And unlike previous instances of being the prisoner of the Italies, he really didn't mind that much.
***
Well, that was the longest breakfast in history, wasn't it? ^^;; BUT ANYWAY, here's the next part. Thank you so much for the kind words! I have to admit I find fiendish glee in writing Veneziano's rather interesting method of seduction, and I am having way more fun with this whole thing than I'd imagined before! A new part will hopefully happen shortly.
Re: The Italian cure, part 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-09 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)I like the difference in both brother's seductive style - I really, really like how you characterized Veneziano as being the type to trap you with innocent adorableness and shamelessness while Romano manages to be alluring even while remaining his grumpy self.
And poor England is so self-conscious! Don't worry, the Italies will make you feel all better<3
OP LOVES THIS
(Anonymous) 2013-01-09 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)I love how you've written Veneziano and Romano here. Just yes. All of it. Don't worry England, they'll treat you right. ;D
Thank you so so much for filling this, author!anon <3
The Italian cure, part 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)Veneziano's touches were feather-light, teasing, experimenting and exploring. England could hear his every fluttering breath, catching in his throat or melting into a soft moan every now and again as if nothing excited him more than just... being able to touch, to please. And apparently it did really affect him that much - it was kind of hard not to notice, with a half-hard cock starting to poke him a bit above the small of his back. Not that it bothered him, really, it was just... another thing that overwhelmed him a bit.
Romano, of course, wasn't anything like his brother. His touch was impatient, not very careful, pushy, and his kisses were aggressive and messy. And England wasn't quite sure why, but he liked it. There was something hungry about the way he went at the business of giving pleasure, something that said 'the reason I touch you is that in return, I want you to give me all that you can give'. It was attention-seeking and needy and craving, and it was hard not to feel wanted when you happened to be at the receiving end of it. Romano was definitely more than half hard already, and he pressed his crotch against England's own awakening erection like a challenge.
He was sure he should have protested this and left the house the minute Veneziano started making absurd suggestions. He was sure that he was going to want to crawl into a hole and die with shame in the morning. He was certain that he had no idea how the bloody hell this had happened.
Except, he did. Just like France had a way of making him do the most ridiculous things simply by goading him on until he snapped, so Veneziano had made this whole thing seem like... well, a challenge that he couldn't back down from. But he was Veneziano, for crying out loud, he couldn't have done that on purpose...
...right?
And that was when his train of thought was cut short by Romano pressing their lips roughly together. The older brother rolled their hips together at the same time as Veneziano rolled one of his nipples between his fingers, his other hand slipping in between the grinding heat of their bodies to toy playfully with England's balls. Caught up in too many sensations to properly process it all, he heard a truly embarrassing sound leave his own lips, some kind of disjointed groan that rose quickly in pitch when Romano found his other nipple and bit down on it. Sod it all, that hurt!
...so why did it make him arch his back, and why was he suddenly all but fully hard? He didn't like the way Romano was smirking at him at all, and somehow the way Veneziano giggled softly close to his ear was even more worrying. "Mmm, ve~, do that again, Fratello. Harder, this time." Suddenly supple fingers were moving from England's balls to his cock, stroking it slowly and then dancing over the head, smearing the first drops of pre-cum with soft, almost soothing motions, making England squirm and try to stifle a gasp.
Then Romano bit down on his nipple again, and he stopped caring what kind of sounds he was making.
***
I'm having so much fun balancing this two brothers, it should probably be illegal. I'm so glad you people seem to think I'm doing an okay job wit them so far ^^ And poor England will just have sit back and enjoy the bumpy ride xD
Re: The Italian cure, part 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-11 08:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Italian cure, part 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-11 10:17 am (UTC)(link)That aside, this was hot. As hot as 'A bumpy ride around the world', even.
Re: The Italian cure, part 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-01-11 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)so fucking envious of England right now I can't even