hetalia | [fan fic] The Happiest Place on Earth

Title: The Happiest Place on Earth
Characters: Spain, Romano
Challenge: Holiday Winter Challenge - 31 Fics in 31 Days (Vacation)
Rating: M
Summary: Spain and Romano vacation in Disney World
Author’s note: Also written for Hentai Contest’s Hentai Holidays & Hetachallenge's Dec. Challenge. Thanks also to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.
Word Count: 2191

For Missy…

On the twelfth day of Hentai Holidays, my true love gave to me an all expense paid vacation…

“Put me down, you fucking Tomato-bastard!” Romano cried in Italian when Spain picked him and carried him over the threshold intro their room. “I’m not your fucking wife, asshole!” He glared at his lover.

Spain grinned and set him down. Turning to the bellhop, he tipped him for bringing their luggage. He said something softly to him, which Romano could not quite hear, increasing his ire. After closing the door behind the bellhop, Spain turned Romano. “Lo siento, mi Pequeño Tomate.” Closing the distance between them, he wrapped his arms around his lover.

Romano made a little sound of disgust. “Whatever…”

Spain smiled as he knew all was forgiven. “What do you think of this place?”

“It’s okay,” Romano said softly. Truth be told, he was very impressed with the room. It reminded him of the medieval castles he had seen on a trip to visit Spain’s best friend, France.

“Okay? This is the famous Cinderella suite! The general public can’t stay here unless they have what America calls ‘big bucks.’”

“Oh…”

“They even have a glass slipper somewhere on display up here.”

“Really?”

Spain nodded. “Yeah, and, Romano, no one will care if we make made passionate love here too.”

Romano turned beet red. “But this is Disney, you stupid Tomato-bastard!”

“So? Lots of people come here on their honeymoon. America told me they even get married here.”

“Yeah?”

“But don’t worry, mi Pequeño Tomate, I won’t pressure you to get married, I’m quite happy living in sin with you,” Spain teased.

Romano was not amused, until Spain leaned in and kissed him, whereupon he promptly forgot exactly why he was angry with him. Breaking the kiss, he tried to summon up his anger, but found he could not even muster up a little bit of irritation. “So now what, Tomato-bastard?”

“This!” Spain picked him up again and dropped him on the bed.

“Hey!” Romano cried as Spain climbed onto the bed and lay next to him. His protestations were soon drowned out by the little cries of pleasure that escaped from his throat when Spain gave him a love bite. He kissed his way lower until he was blocked by his Pequeño Tomate’s shirt. Romano groaned in frustration when Spain came to a complete stop.

“Lo siento, mi Pequeño Tomate,” Spain said softly. He playfully tugged on his beloved’s shirt. “It seems there’s something in the way here.” He grinned at the murderous look Romano sent him.

Romano pushed him away and sat up. Taking hold of his shirt’s hem, he drew it up over his head, before rolling it into a ball and tossing it onto the floor. “And ummm…” Romano said softly, his cheeks heating up, as he got out of bed. He refused to look at Spain while he undressed. “Maybe we should get in the bed…?”

“Okay.” Spain got off the bed, and following Romano’s lead, he stripped down to nothing while his beloved Tomato got in to bed. Naked, Spain padded over to Romano’s side of the bed.

“What?”

“Move over, I want that side of the bed,” Spain teased.

“Get in the other side, you stupid Tomato-bastard!”

Chuckling softly, Spain made quite a show of walking around the bed, not that Romano minded. Even though he had the occasional bouts of fear of going to hell because of his physical relationship with Spain, thanks to his people being mostly Catholic, Romano liked to indulge in what he privately thought of as his guilty pleasures. Watching Spain, especially when he was nude, was high up on the list and his lover knew that.

Getting into bed with his beloved, Spain lay on his side, his head propped up on his upturned hand. He gently caressed Romano’s cheek, his breath hitching in his throat when Romano turned his head and sucked his finger. Spain let out a soft moan as the pleasurable sensations went straight to his cock. It was not often that Romano took the lead as his beloved Tomato preferred to lie back and let Spain make love to him, but when he did… Spain felt himself growing hard from the memory.

Romano sucked his beloved’s fingers, occasionally flicking his tongue at them. He was also growing hard, but he wanted to pleasure Spain as a way of thanking him for bringing him on such an awesome vacation. Pushing Spain onto his back, Romano let go of his fingers, kissing him hungrily. When Spain wrapped his arms around him, Romano ground his hips against his beloved’s.

Spain moaned softly into the kiss. Things were turning out better than he had expected; his beloved Pequeño Tomate was now trailing a line of butterfly kisses across his jaw line and down his throat. Closing his eyes, Spain let the pleasurable sensations wash over him. He moaned softly when Romano licked his collar bone; his beloved could be quite the tease when he wanted to and Spain loved him all the more because of it.

Romano went lower, licking and kissing his way down his lover’s chest. He flicked his tongue across Spain’s nipple, the tiny nub of flesh hardening under his tender ministrations. Spain whispered little words of love, encouraging him to go lower and Romano took the hint. He licked his way down the flat plane’s of Spain’s abdomen, loving the way he would tense as his tongue ran across the sensitive flesh. When he reached his beloved’s navel, Romano paused and looked up at him. Spain had wrapped a long leg around him and was running his heel up and down the cleft of his buttocks. A stray thought came unbidden in Romano’s head and he felt his cheeks heating up as Spain struggled to hike himself up onto to his elbows to look at him.

The mood, far from being broken, kicked up a notch as they both recalled the time Spain had parted Romano’s cheeks and licked his tight hole. Despite his protestations and the sulking that went on afterwards, they both knew how much he had enjoyed it. And when Romano met his smoldering gaze, he knew Spain was going to be worshiping his arse. Romano’s blush deepened as he looked away and to cover up his discomfiture, he did a little bit of worshiping of his own. Moving Spain’s cock out of the way, Romano nuzzled the thin line of dark hair that started at his beloved’s navel and spread downwards to fan out around the base of his cock. He breathed in the rich, musky scent and let out a soft sigh, before engulfing his cock in his mouth.

Romano caressed the rigid column of flesh with his tongue, licking the thick, pulsing vein that ran along the underside. Spain moaned when he cupped his heavy sac, and Romano felt his cock twitch in his mouth. He wondered if Spain was holding back, trying to prolong his pleasure, then again, Spain was lifting his hips from the bed as he fisted the sheets. The more he did it, the harder it was for Romano to avoid biting him, so he backed off, letting Spain come back to himself. Bobbing his head up and down, Romano could taste it, the subtle hint of saltines that told him it would not be long before his lover climaxed.

Spain gave himself over to the pleasurable sensations again. He moaned softly, tensing, before it all became too much. With a deep shuddering gasp, Spain came hard, spilling his hot, bitter essence in his Pequeño Tomate’s mouth. He lay there, panting, while Romano sucked him dry. “Romano…” he breathed.

Romano pulled away with a loud slurp. He looked at his lover through the curtain of his bangs, his gaze slowly traveling up the length of his body. He blushed; feeling conflicted about liking what he saw, before his old insecurities came home to haunt him. He knew Spain had moments like this with his best friends, Prussia and France, but he always came home to Romano. Still the younger country could not help wondering if he rather be with them instead. Then Spain removed all doubt.

“Romano, come’re…” Spain said, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers in a beckoning manner.

Not needing to be told twice, Romano moved to lie at his beloved’s side. Pillowing his head on Spain’s chest he listened to his heart beating while Spain rubbed lazy circles on his back as he basked in his sexual high.

Using his right hand, Spain gently tilted Romano’s face upwards. He caressed his cheek, cupping it, when his Pequeño Tomate picked his head up. “Now it’s my turn, mi Corazón.” Spain smiled. “I want to make mad passionate love to you, my beloved Pequeño Tomate…” he said, his voice low and husky with desire.

Romano tsked even though he held on Spain as tightly as he could. He felt himself growing hard again and he muttered so softly that it was barely even a whisper, “Ti amo, Spagna…” Romano was so afraid Spain would laugh at him if he actually said it loud enough to hear, that he kept the sentiment to himself, although he did make a point over the years to show just how much he loved him.

Spain shifted them both, so that he was lying on his side, his hand on his upturned palm. He continued caressing Romano’s cheek and when his beloved’s breath hitched in his throat, he leaned in and kissed him. With his free hand, Spain explored Romano’s body, his fingers tracing a heated path across his skin. They deepened the kiss, Romano moaning into it when Spain began stroking him. He built a lazy rhythm, giving the odd squeeze to the head of Romano’s cock as they kissed each other hungrily.

Romano felt himself rushing headlong to his climax, Spain’s expert touch quickly sending over the edge. His lover had other ideas, and Spain backed off, slowing down as much as he could without stopping. Romano let out a soft moan that sounded more like a whine. He always felt needy in bed, wanting the physical closeness of sex, despite the part of him that was thoroughly repulsed by the idea. Romano knew if he had not grown so close to Spain, he would have been happily living a monastic life, even if it was terribly lonely. But Spain had a way of making him feel loved that their years together had only strengthened.

Spain sped up his movements and a few minutes later, Romano came all over his hand while he whispered sweet nothings in Spanish to his little tomato. “Sssh… mi Corazón…” Spain kissed him. Licking his hand clean like a cat, Spain kissed Romano’s cheek, before moving to lick his beloved’s stomach clean. Moving lower, Spain tenderly planted butterfly soft kisses on Romano’s cock, amid the sweet nothings he murmured.

Romano groaned. As much as he loved the attention, he could not help blurting out, “Just get on with it already, you stupid Tomato-bastard!”

Spain chuckled softly. “¡Sí, jefe!” he said as he moved between Romano’s legs. He stroked his cock a few times, before he spat in his hand, using it as a makeshift lube. Cock in hand, he rubbed it against Romano’s tight entrance, before pushing inside. Rocking his hips back and forth, Spain got his rhythm going, thrusting in and out of his beloved as he pushed them closer to their release. Slow and gentle, Spain took his time as much as he could, but it felt too good to really linger.

Moaning softly, Romano felt the little waves of pleasure, pooling deep within his cock. It was too soon for him to cum again, but he did not care. His beloved Spain was making him feel special and very much loved, and that was enough for him. He buried his face in the crook of Spain’s neck, holding him tightly as his beloved made love to him. Romano felt him tense and moaning softly in his ear, Romano kisses Spain’s cheek as he came.

Spain pulled up, holding his weight above his Pequeño Tomate, as he panted. Romano’s hands on his cheeks made him smile as he opened his eyes to gaze at him. “What?”

Romano rolled his eyes and said the same thing he always said when they finished making love. “You’re fucking squishing me, you stupid asshole.”

Spain chuckled. “I love you too, Romano,” he said. Leaning forward, he kissed his beloved, before pulling out and rolling over to lie beside him.

“Careful you don’t get the fucking sheets dirty!”

“Yes, Boss,” Spain replied as he got up out of bed to go look for some tissues.

Romano heard him, puttering around the bathroom, before he returned. After quickly cleaning Romano off, Spain got back into bed. They lay together, not really sleepy, but very sated as they watched the TV to get a brief overview of the parks. Later on they would explore the Magic Kingdom; for now, they were content with exploring themselves.