Italy and Russia Fanfic

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italy rubbed the peroxide on russias cheek as russia stared at him. he was quite happy that italy was there to stop the fight or he would have killed germany. "italy" he said. italy looked at him slowly. "ve?" russia cupped italys chin as he brought him closer and kissed him. italy kissed back and wrapped his arms around russias neck. russia let go first and looked at italy, who had a deep blush on his face. "r-russia..?" Italy said looking down with his arms still around russias neck. "da?" russia replyed, looking at the little italian. "t-te amo..." italy said, blushing. russia smiled and kissed him again more passionately. Italy quickly kissed him back and russia ran his hands up and down italys back. russia lifted his hand to Italys curl and carefuly twirled it around his finger. a soft moan escaped italys lips and he started sweating. russia, knowing what was happening to Italy, twirled italys curl in his finger agaib. Italy opened his eyes and layed russia on his back kissing him harshly.Russia grabbed italys hips and pulled him closer. russia and italy jumped when the door swung open to reveal a very angered german, finding his innocent italy on the lap of a creep.