Connected by a Single String, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Title: Connected by a Single String

Author: TechnoGlitter

Rating: T

Characters/Pairings: Romano and Spain, Spamano, implied GerIta

Warning: Romano's mouth, Spain's pervyness, and a lime

Disclaimer: I am not Hima-papa-san, therefore I do not own Hetalia.

Notes: I read a story, a kink meme deanon (s/6268775/1/bCurls_b) where Romano and Italy's curls are connected, so both feel it whenever someone touches it. Then. I read another one that didn't refer to the first at all, so I decided to whip up this little ditty. It was only supposed to be ten or fifteen lines long, but you know how I am...

"OH MY GOD SPAIN, they're doing it AGAIN!" Romano screamed, banging his head on the rickety kitchen table. He hadn't been sure why they were sitting there, since they weren't eating and the chairs were really uncomfortable, but now he understood that the table was the perfect place to headdesk. He would keep that in mind. His bruised, abused mind.

"Ahahahaha~, really? It's only eleven o'clock; we haven't even had lunch yet! This makes the third time today!" Spain said brightly, putting down the newspaper Romano knew he wasn't reading. "Sometimes I wonder if they're actually doing it, or if you just want to have sex whenever."

Romano had a look of utter exasperation on his slowly-reddening face. He point to the curl that was quivering and wildly waving around on top of his head. "Do you think I can make it do that? I CAN'T MAKE IT DO THAT! It'd be weird, like helicopter-ing your dick. Weird."

"I never thought I'd ever hear you say 'helicopter' and 'dick' in the same sentence, Romano." The Italian rolled his eyes.

"The sad thing is, I know you actually thought that. Because you think about weird things like that. A-and, I don't like having sex at a moment's notice, or in a closet at a conference." The brunette blushed harder. "I l-like it when you build up the m-mood, and make me hot and bothered and w-wanting you. I like it when you flirt with me, and sometimes flirting back is fun, but I'm not so good at it."

Spain sighed happily. "Oh Romano, you're so sweet. And you are absolutely adorable when you flirt, and notice that I didn't say 'try to.' Either way, we still have sex, and it's amazing."

"Well, you know what? You're not the one with a sore ass afterwards. And you know what really pisses me off? When I'm at work and they're not. Goddamn potato bastard can't keep it in his pants. Or many it's Veneziano, he's so freaking happy not to be a virgin anymore..." Romano got up, and dragged the ridiculously happy Spaniard with him to their bedroom.

"Ah, Romano, I love you."

"I… love you too, tomato bas-…Spain."

QUAE FINIS