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Romano - Crimson
You swiftly exited the bathroom and made your way towards the lounge room, where the party was held. To say the truth you didn't really trust the American who hosted the party, especially when it came to health and hygeine. You had been inspecting his house for quite a while now, looking for hazards to your safety as well as checking out some of the hot guys in their costumes.
Your quest was suddenly interupted by a bright red tomato, "Don't you dare force me into such a game, you bastards!", who was yelling insults at the other men. The giant tomato was reaching towards a hat, in an attempt to spill it's contents out of the window.
"C'mon dude, have a little fun!", the American laughed, "Here comes _____", he exclaimed as he turned to you, "You'll be our first player"
Curiousity got the better of you and you were suddenly forced into a game of Seven Minutes of Heaven. You raised a brow at the obnoxious American before heaving a sigh and snatching the first paper from the top of the hat. Readjusting the glasses onto your nose, you handed the slip over to the host.
"See, Romano, I told you that you'd be lucky, _____ picked you!", the American declared before shoving the arguementative italian into the closet, you following behind.
When the door was closed and locked you were both enveloped in darkness. You fumbled around in your pocket and revealed a small torch, which you shone onto your partner's face. Romano glared back at you in response.
"So, why are you dressed as a giant tomato?", you interogated him, flashing the light in his eyes.
"It's because it's my favorite vegetable" he growled, refusing to make eye contact with you.
Your glasses twinkled as you straightened out you scientist labcoat, "Sorry to burst your tomato, but it's a fruit", you stated matter-of-factly.
Romano's head shot up as he stared at you, face blushing to an extent that it managed to match his outfit's. You chuckled at his embarrasment, causing his face to exceed every shade of red possible.
"Spain lied to me, that bastard", he mumbled as an excuse.
While he stared at the wall timidly, you reached for his long curl and chuckled. You had always wondered about that curl of his, and while he was flustered and distracted it was the perfect time to experiment on it.
As soon as you tugged his curl a "chigi" sound echoed from him. You looked at him worriedly but was suddenly pulled into an embrace. Romano was sending feathery kisses up and down your neck sensually, much to your suprise and pleasure. His curl was still in your hand, and you smirked knowingly. You had managed to find his erogenous zone.
You let your fingers stroke his curl, soon knitting your fingers into his dark hair. This action made him moan out in pleasure, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. He continued to ravage your neck with his lips, nipping at the tender flesh and leaving a trail of love bites.
You mewled as his touch, sweet sounds escaping your lips as he continued his sensual actions. Romano brought one of his hands to your back, pulling your body closer to him as he asualted your neck with kisses. He began to grind his hips into yours, satisfied with the noises he was able to tease from you.
The door suddenly opened, shedding light upon your intertwined forms. The chuckling responses from your spectators made Romano growl agitatedly.
He leapt to his feet and yelled, "You bastards, don't mock me!"
As the italian was rampaging around in a hissy-fit you managed to escape the closet and return to the party, a smirk ghosting over your features
~~~~~
You had discovered and successfully experimented on the typical erogenous zone of a tomato.
Mission Complete.
You swiftly exited the bathroom and made your way towards the lounge room, where the party was held. To say the truth you didn't really trust the American who hosted the party, especially when it came to health and hygeine. You had been inspecting his house for quite a while now, looking for hazards to your safety as well as checking out some of the hot guys in their costumes.
Your quest was suddenly interupted by a bright red tomato, "Don't you dare force me into such a game, you bastards!", who was yelling insults at the other men. The giant tomato was reaching towards a hat, in an attempt to spill it's contents out of the window.
"C'mon dude, have a little fun!", the American laughed, "Here comes _____", he exclaimed as he turned to you, "You'll be our first player"
Curiousity got the better of you and you were suddenly forced into a game of Seven Minutes of Heaven. You raised a brow at the obnoxious American before heaving a sigh and snatching the first paper from the top of the hat. Readjusting the glasses onto your nose, you handed the slip over to the host.
"See, Romano, I told you that you'd be lucky, _____ picked you!", the American declared before shoving the arguementative italian into the closet, you following behind.
When the door was closed and locked you were both enveloped in darkness. You fumbled around in your pocket and revealed a small torch, which you shone onto your partner's face. Romano glared back at you in response.
"So, why are you dressed as a giant tomato?", you interogated him, flashing the light in his eyes.
"It's because it's my favorite vegetable" he growled, refusing to make eye contact with you.
Your glasses twinkled as you straightened out you scientist labcoat, "Sorry to burst your tomato, but it's a fruit", you stated matter-of-factly.
Romano's head shot up as he stared at you, face blushing to an extent that it managed to match his outfit's. You chuckled at his embarrasment, causing his face to exceed every shade of red possible.
"Spain lied to me, that bastard", he mumbled as an excuse.
While he stared at the wall timidly, you reached for his long curl and chuckled. You had always wondered about that curl of his, and while he was flustered and distracted it was the perfect time to experiment on it.
As soon as you tugged his curl a "chigi" sound echoed from him. You looked at him worriedly but was suddenly pulled into an embrace. Romano was sending feathery kisses up and down your neck sensually, much to your suprise and pleasure. His curl was still in your hand, and you smirked knowingly. You had managed to find his erogenous zone.
You let your fingers stroke his curl, soon knitting your fingers into his dark hair. This action made him moan out in pleasure, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. He continued to ravage your neck with his lips, nipping at the tender flesh and leaving a trail of love bites.
You mewled as his touch, sweet sounds escaping your lips as he continued his sensual actions. Romano brought one of his hands to your back, pulling your body closer to him as he asualted your neck with kisses. He began to grind his hips into yours, satisfied with the noises he was able to tease from you.
The door suddenly opened, shedding light upon your intertwined forms. The chuckling responses from your spectators made Romano growl agitatedly.
He leapt to his feet and yelled, "You bastards, don't mock me!"
As the italian was rampaging around in a hissy-fit you managed to escape the closet and return to the party, a smirk ghosting over your features
~~~~~
You had discovered and successfully experimented on the typical erogenous zone of a tomato.
Mission Complete.
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Hetalia 7 Mins in Heaven- Tomato: Romano
In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a...tomato?
In your hand, you held a ripe, red tomato that looked good but who knows what was inside that hat and decided not to take a bit. Even if you didn't like tomatoes, you wouldn't mind given it a bite.
"Where the hell is my tomato, Tomato Bastard?" shouted a familiar Italian voice.
You turned your head over and realized immediately it was Romano who was rocking Antonio back and forth to get an answer out of him. Thinking it was the right thing to do; you went over to Romano and playfully tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. Romano stopped shaking the struck-down Antonio and
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Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Seborga
You feel around the hat for a moment until you run your fingers across something hard and smooth. You pick it up to find a seashell. An unfamiliar face walks up to you and takes your hand. "Hi there, I'm Seborga." A sweet smile covered his face.
"Oh man, another Italian. Every time one of you guys get picked bad things happen. Why don't you just start off in my spare room dudes?" America seemed less than excited about letting you two into the closet.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. But I'm not going to let you take my time with a beautiful girl away from me, that's for sure." Seborga gave your hand a sweet squeeze and
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Spain X Reader- 7 Minutes in Heaven
You were at one of Alfred's parties and you were annoyed over the edge, along with Arthur. You and Arthur were dragged by the happy American to this whole thing and you two were sure not enjoying it at all. Just then a hat was showed into your face by a grinning American.
"Pick up a thing, [Name]!!!" he yelled like an idiot. You groaned, but picked something anyway, knowing that he won't give up that easy. As you picked something from the hat you saw that it is a little tomato. You're eyes wided when you saw it and you knew very well who it was.
"Hey yo!!! Antonio! [Name] got you for 7 minutes in heaven!" Alfred shouted, making you blush. Y
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The italian tomato has arrived, a long with his well-awaited erogenous zone~! Took some time to write this, I know.
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I don't own the image.
Story © ~All-Bark-No-Bite
Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
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"You had discovered and successfully experimented on the typical erogenous zone of a tomato." A true scientist.