Someone bring me a thing where Romano starts kissing his lover and he doesn’t stop until he/she is woozy and love-drunk and like they don’t even have to sex because they’re just like “wow” in his arms and he’s a smug pup.

Because Romano isn’t the instigator nearly enough imo.

Selfcest bunny… (Alice X Feli)

I want to write the bunny where Feli and Alice go out on a business dinner with a bunch of suits, and their relationship is in a grey place so they’re going just as friends and it’s really classy.

And then early in the meal Alice asks if anyone else at the table speaks Italian, and Feli’s not sure and it’s kind of weird so she just out and says something incredibly racy like “Wouldn’t it be nice if I could suck you off after the main course?”

No one else at the table reacts because language barrier.

Feli chokes in front of his boss because she’s serious.

Rinse and repeat.

And then there was Smut

((FF.net link))

She tastes like sin.

It’s the one thing Italy is sure of every time this happens, it’s the one coherent thought in his cloudy mind whenever the polyamory of nationhood overwhelms him. It’s when his hands start itching and his clothes feel too tight, his temperature sky-rockets and he’s left drooling like a dog for something he can’t get from his normal interactions.

He loves Germany, of course he does, that’s not even a question at this point. But nations have trysts and that’s just a part of who and what they are. Italy doesn’t have wandering eyes or a neglectful way of handling his lover, but he has needs that Germany can’t satisfy sometimes, and it’s okay.

He doesn’t love the woman whose name is Alice, he loves the man whose name is Ludwig.

But sometimes North Italy has to remind his districts who’s boss, and Sardinia, by the law of war, has every right to demand his complete and undivided attention from time to-

“Ah!”

-enough about Ludwig.

“God, yes…”

Alice. Only Alice tonight.

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