A/N THIS WILL NOT BE UPDATED UNTIL MY OTHER STORIES ARE. I promised my friend I will do this pairing so I'm all for it! This will definitely be multi-chap, and trust me, YOU WILL NOT SEE WHAT'S COMING IN ANY OF THE CHAPTERS.

Rated: M

Warning: YAOI Boy x Boy. Don't like? Don't read. Sexual content WILL be in almost every chapter. Slight OOC. Violence in later chapters. Rated for Romano's and England's mouths.

Pairing: One-sided World/England, ?/England

Disclaimer: I do not, or ever will, own Hetalia or its characters. All belong to their proper owners.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Jealousy gets you nowhere, or does it?

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"Make one more move, and you will be breathing through a tube you bastard." A voice spoke, each word dripped with suppressed anger, gun held out threateningly. It was an action that nobody expected to happen, especially from someone like him.

France froze, hands unmoving near soft, smooth cheeks that belonged to none other than England, whose large emerald eyes widen upon realizing who the person was. 'Shit.'

An hour before.

"Shut up! The meeting will be starting in ten minutes so I expect all of you to be in your seats by then. Even though this meeting is in Italy, I will be taking over since Italy nor Romano want to run it."Germany shouted from the entry way, making eye contact with the Italy brothers. Italy just waved happily, thinking it was a greeting, while Romano flipped him off. The Southern half was irritated, mostly at himself for not taking control of something like this. It was in his homeland for fuck sake! But with so many countries around, he knew that he didn't have the confidence to do it.

As they made their way to their respective seats, a few began to snicker, whispering to themselves about the matter. " I knew the Italy's wouldn't do it."

"Yeah, they never do. Makes you wonder if they really are the descendants of Rome."

" They really are weak, kind of useless, huh?"

They snickered some more, not realizing that Italy and Romano were right behind them. They turned paler and paler at each word. The others began to talk about it as well, mostly all were not aiming to hurt the Italians, sugar coating their words carefully, but it still meant the same in the end.

The only one who didn't was England, who was growing more and more irritated by the chatter. It didn't help that he had to sit next loud imbeciles, but one thing that annoyed him the most, was how these nations dare criticize the Italy brothers when they themselves were pathetic at times, others more (Namely France).

It was none of their business why the Italians never did, but here they are, wasting the ten minutes on ridiculing on the matter that they didn't even understand. Of course they knew nothing. Because of this, he was not surprised that the noise of doors slamming open and shut. The sound startled the room to silence, everyone wondering what just happened.

The nations blinked confusingly while Germany, Prussia, and Spain, stood up from their seats, cursing under their breaths. "Dammit, the Italys' ran away!"

Germany sighed, already running full speed out the door as Spain, and surprisingly England, followed behind, leaving the Albino to handle the nations in the room. Prussia stared worriedly at the door, ignoring the whispers and sounds behind him. 'Hope Ita-chan and his loud brother are ok...Though I wonder what made them run?'

The noise behind him settled when they heard curses and screaming from the other side before the doors burst open. Germany walked into the room, carrying a crying Italy while Spain and England carried a flailing, cursing Romano by his arms and legs.

The others stared as the three countries put both of them down on the ground near the corner. Italy held his hands in his lap while Romano glared at the ground, ignoring the two nations, not noticing that England was still there. Even as Germany and Spain tried to calm them down, they still didn't react. Germany sighed, "Why did you guys run away?"

No reply.

The German country gritted his teeth,"Italy."

Said nation flinched, stealing a glance up to the stern, but concerned face. He bit his lips, finding the floor more interesting to look at. When it seemed like the innocent nation was not going to answer, they heard him speak in a soft, quiet tone, "S-Sorry Germany, I-It was just too much..."

"Too much what?"

Romano suddenly looked up, glaring at them as he hissed out, " Too much of hearing the same crap all the time. Yeah, yeah, I know that we can't handle a meeting, get over it you fucking Bastards!"

Italy nodded, "I-I know that we are weak and pathetic, everyone does not have to keep reminding us every time we see them..."

"Italy..."

Silence hung around them. How does one answer to that? Even Germany and Spain were guilty of saying those things to the Italian countries. It was true that the Italy brothers never done anything right and they always ran away when they got scared. What to say to this?

The silence was then suddenly broken by an annoyed, but smooth voice, "This is bloody stupid."

The two Italians paled upon hearing the voice, immediately hugging each other tightly while wailing out dramatically, "We're sorry! We're sorry! Please don't be mad at us, we won't do it again~!"

The screaming and apologizing got louder as England got closer to the two, making Germany glare at him, "England! Don't make it wor-"

"Italy. Romano."

The two brothers blinked as England crouched down, facing them with an unreadable expression. " We are not in war, we are not enemies, and I'm not mad at you. Calm down and listen."

To everyone shock, the Italy brothers visibly relaxed, huddling closer to the Englishman. England then continued, "Meetings are just not your thing, I understand. I can't even handle it for a long period of time, especially with these prats. You have your own set of mind on how the meetings in your country work, not Germany or anybody else. Also, you are not pathetic, if you were, people wouldn't be flocking to your country like their lives depended on it. Your art, culture, and yes history, is something to be proud of, it is not stolen like some other nation we know."

He gave a quick glance at a certain frog. "Don't even get me started on the weak part because..."

He gave a knowing look, making the two grin as a response.

"Now hurry up and start this thing so I can go home." He then stood up, helping the Italians to their feet before walking back to his seat, passing gaping countries along the way.

Italy jumped up and down, sadness clearly gone from his face, "Ve~ come one fratello! Lets do this our way!"

With a nod, Romano slammed his hands on the conference table, startling a few that were near him. "First of all, whatever the hell you bastards were going to say today, forget it! This is not going to be a fucking meeting. We are just going to talk for a hour before you get the hell out. I don't want to hear anything about your fucking problems or deal with your shit today. Understood?"

They all just nodded, stunned by what just happened. With that said, Italy immediately latched onto Germany, babbling about a new production they were going to do for the white flags. Romano left the table and leaned the against the wall, watching a few certain people carefully. The rest began their normal chaotic ways, fighting and screaming while others just watched it with amusement.

It was better this way anyways, because one, they would not be screamed at by a frustrated German, and two, it was going to end up this way in the bitter end.

Of course all that ended when England left the room to go make some tea, making almost half of the nations there to huddle up together in a far corner.`They always did so when the Englishman was not around. The things they talk about will ultimately cause their demise if it ever reaches his ears. What they talk about? Well, lets see.

"You saw how Iggy was today? Damn, he was the man!"

"I admire how England's mood changes constantly, from distant to angry to annoyed or to even flustered. He is the definition of a cute tsundere."

"Tsundere? Well anyways, he is the full package!"

"Ah, but the question is," France grinned, " What size do you think his package is?"

"Well the Awesome me already knows its bigger than yours, you know, since your 'package' can be covered by a mere flower."

"Shut up!"

" A-Ah, well I don't really care about those things. All I want is Mr. England."

Everyone nodded in agreement to Finland's statement, already getting lost in their own M-rated fantasies that all starred the cute Brit. Each country had their own reasons before being obsessed with England. For America, Spain, Japan, Prussia, Norway, Finland, and Canada; its Love. For France, Germany, Russia, China, Denmark, and Switzerland; its Lust. And for Australia, Hong Kong, Sealand, Latvia, Lithuania, and the British Isle; is the obsession itself, wanting to keep England to them and them alone.

It sickened a few of the nations to feel that way, but they felt captivated the moment they saw him. Sure, they hid their feelings through taunts, jokes, and other things, but when the Englishman was not present, their talks were nothing but him.

Germany always hesitated before speaking, being cautious just in case England came back. He keeps Italy out of the discussions, seeing as the innocent nation doesn't seem to care to talk about England, only of Pasta or things about his country. Romano doesn't bother with the group either, he does not have a clue on what they talk about and at the same time, he doesn't care. Many of them think he cares less of the Englishman because he is in love with Spain.

The female nations? Well, Hungary planted the Yaoi fangirl seed into their heads and it grew dramatically. Even Belarius, who was obsessed with Russia, secretly rooted for him for England's affection. Yes, all of the nations are creepy as fuck, but what do expect? They're sick minded.

Their M-rated fantasies were interrupted when a noise that sounded like an electric guitar filled the air. Their eyes wandered around, trying to pin point where the sound was coming from. It wasn't until they saw the glowing screen did they realize what is was. It was England's phone.

"Ah, would someone go get England and tell him his pho- Brother! Don't open his phone!"

Prussia grinned as he pushed the answer button, putting the setting on speaker phone. That was a very bad move.

"OOOI!Bunny! We know everything! Who tha' fuck is tapping yah?! Tell us so we can go kill em'!" Scotland voice bellowed through the speakers, catching everyone's attention, even the Italian brothers who were in the middle of their Siesta. Tapping...England?

"...Don't stay silent! Fuck, what yah think we felt when Fae and er' friends told us that you ad' a boyfriend! Whoever it is, he is not good enough for yah!...Yah know what? Forget it! We'll find the fucker ourselves. Don't worry Bunny, we'll get yah out of that shit of a relationship in no time. Better not be tha' Fucking American..."

Scotland ended the call, but nobody cared about that, the only thing that rand through their minds were the words the Scottish man said. It echoed tauntingly as they thoroughly processed it. England...has a boyfriend? One of the nations took the Englishman away from them?

"...? Why are all of you wankers near my phone?" England questioned once he entered the room with his tea. It irked him when they all stood there as if their souls flew out their body. Even more so when they slowly looked at him once he spoke. England took a hesitant step back when many pairs of eyes gazed deeply at him, each one with a glint that made him want to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Of course that was the coward way to go, but he was closely there.

"W-What is it?" He cursed himself for stuttering, but the hard stares were making him very uncomfortable.

"You didn't tell us that you had someone special, Angleterre."

"What? What do you mean, Frog?"

"Mon petite lapin, I mean who are you dating?"

England's scowl disappeared, leaving him staring at France blankly. All their eyes burned into him, urging the question to be answered.

England's scowl then appeared again, more deeper than before as he glared harshly at everyone, especially at France. "Piss off Frog, it none of your business. Now can all of you please move so I can retrieve my bloody phone so I can leave?"

"I think not, mon petite lapin."

France came dangerously close, trapping England near the wall, hand slowly moving closer to England's cheek, the other clamping the Brit's hand over his head, making England's tea fall to the ground.. By that time, England had enough. "Let go!"

The Englishman was about to beat the living shit out of France, but before he had a chance, a menacing snarl was heard, followed by a click of a gun. "Make one more move, and you will be breathing through a tube, you bastard."

Present time.

Now France has been threatened many times. Every country spat words like this at him (though he was not sure if Finland or Italy ever did), so he knew when someone was really going to go through wit or is just blowing air. England was the only who he couldn't figure out, sometimes his words seemed hollow but he would actually carry on his threat, other times he didn't.

But this threat, even though it came from someone like him, he knew without a doubt, this person was set out to do it.

France stepped away from the Brit, eyes wide in shock. Spain stepped out of the crowd, stuttering out the name that everyone else couldn't mutter.

"R-Romano..."

Romano scowl was murderous, those fiery amber eyes narrowed dangerously at the other nations, purposely ignoring his brother's questioning look. He took one step forward, the rest stepped back.

One more step.

Another step back.

"You want to know so badly?" He marched towards England and runs his hand delicately on the Brit's cheeks before crashing their lips together. England immediately relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Romano's neck, never hearing the loud gasps and thumps behind him. He let go once he remembered where they were, scowling slightly at the Italian, a rosy blush decorating his cheeks.

Romano smirked, nuzzling the Englishman's neck affectionately, delighted that England let his guard down because of him. He then turned to the group, smirking at the gaping and fainted nations before wrapping his arms possessively around England's waist, growling low in his throat. "I think that answered your question. Don't touch what's mine."

With that, he pulled England towards the door, ignoring the Brit's denial of his remark. He paused at the opening, pulling the Englishman into his arms as he hissed out, "Meeting is over. Get the fuck out of Italy."

Once he left, the countries snapped out of their flabbergasted daze, staring at the empty space where their beloved England once stood. Romano? It was Romano? How! It doesn't make sense!

"Ve~, fratello finally told everyone they're together! Yay! Now it doesn't have to be a secret anymore!" Italy jumped up and down happily, catching everyone's attention.

Their eyes blazed at him, shocked by his words. "Y-You knew...?"

Italy cocked his head to the side, smiling, "Of course! Fratello told me in the beginning when he confessed to England! Ve~, though I wouldn't say confess since fratello demanded that he date him and wouldn't take no for an answer...but it all worked out!"

Germany slammed his hands on the desk, startling Italy for a second. "It doesn't make sense! Though England is...adorable, I cannot see someone like Romano being the suppose 'man' in the relationship!" The German nation fumbled with his words, but he was positive he got out his point.

Italy's usually bright eyes darkened a little, a uncharacteristic smirk was suddenly on his face. "Ve~ but Doitsu! Just because England is a little scary, doesn't mean he should be 'seme', as Japan says, and just because fratello is not that strong, doesn't mean he has to be 'uke.' Besides,"

He cocked his head some more, the smirk still present on his face, causing many of them to shiver. "Just because we are supposedly 'weak', we have secrets of our own. Ve~, why don't I give you a hint, -jumps up happily-, we have something that is same as Japan, except his is named The Yakusa. Now what organization does Italy lead?"

They froze, paling once they realized what he was talking about. Italy was not a place to mess with, especially with...the Mafia.

Italy smiled again, already packing up the things he needs. "I'm happy for fratello, but, I wonder if I should regret?"

Spain gulped, getting rid of the nightmares that plagued his mind from the other's word before asking, "What regret?"

"Ve~! I like England too! But instead I encouraged fratello to go after him, should I have done that?" Italy pondered, opening the door.

He giggled after a while, " Its sad that England is not mine, but! When fratello is in the mood, I sometimes get to join!"

He skipped out of the room after that, happy that everything worked out. He didn't hear the loud cursing and crashing sounds coming from the meeting room after he left.

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"A-Ah! Romano!"

England gripped onto the crumbled sheets, arching his body as he met with Romano's merciless thrust. Romano growled, pulling HIS Brit closer to him as he bit down on his neck, making England mewl. He lapped at his handy work, delighted by the red mark that bared on the smooth skin.

He pulled the Englishman up, sitting himself down on the bed before slamming England down, feeling those arms wrapped around tightly as he moved his Brit up and down.

He growled possessively, pinching and rubbing the hard nipples that made England shiver uncontrollably. "You are mine, England. Remember that."

"I-I'm you-oohh!" England gasped and moaned Romano's name like a mantra, screaming loudly when his prostate was abused repeatedly. He shuddered once he felt those soft hands massage his inner thigh, turning his mind to mush by the intense pleasure that shot through is spine.

"Nyaahh! Romano! S-Stop rubbing the-Ah! I-It's too much!"

Romano thrusted harder as England rode him, rubbing England's smooth cheeks before kissing him softly, muffling the screams and gasps that erupted from them both as they came, the white sticky mess coating their stomachs.

England moaned softly once Romano pulled him off his member, flopping them both on the bed, the Brit on top of him. England licked his stomach, lapping up the sticky substance as he trailed upward, all the way to Romano's parted mouth, allowing the Italian to taste them both.

He chuckled, "Be careful Brows, you're getting me ready for round two."

England blushed, his scowl present on his face as his senses came back from their resent high, "You wanker, I told you not to touch my thighs, you know that they are...sensitive." His blush darkened, making Romano smirk.

"It was a special occasion, the fucking secret is out so now I can touch you whenever I want."

"Don't get cocky. How did those loud idiots find out?"

Romano suddenly groaned, his scowl now matching England's. "That reminds me, we gotta deal with your fucking brothers. The bastards our out for blood."

"They don't bloody know that we are in a relationship together. All they know that I have a boyfriend, and I doubt the others will say anything, unless they want to feel Scotland's and Wale's wrath. They always kill the messenger, the bloody idiots..." England grumbled some more, making Romano laugh.

"Lets just sleep, I don't want to deal with this shit right now." He pulled England next to him, nuzzling his neck with a content sigh.

"Night tea bastard."

England smiled, finding the warmth relaxing and comfortable. "Good night Romano."

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A/N Did you guys expect that? Review! Might make me update my shit faster, also don't worry! Even though school is starting, I'll try to get everything done.

Thank you for reading!