Steal My Heart (A Hetalia Fanfic)

Kiss, Kiss, Tomato Bastard

So, would you guys prefer shorter chapters with more frequent updates, or longer chapters, but a longer time between updates?

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter! It was fun to write! :)

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Tears streamed down my face as I tried to fit all of my clothes into one suitcase. I had spent the last three hours trying to pack all of my things, and England hadn't come in once. Maybe he didn't care. Even worse, I bet he was glad that he wouldn't have to deal with a troublesome smaller country anymore.

I reached out to grab the picture of England and I that was kept on my dresser. We both had such happy smiles on our faces, and he looked genuinely happy that I was there next to him. I screamed and chucked the picture at the wall. The glass of the frame shattered and fell to the carpet with a light, tinkling sound.

I collapsed backward onto my bed and wrapped my arms around my knees, rocking back and forth as I sobbed.

The door was flung open and banged loudly against the wall as England rushed over to me. He pulled me into his arms and held me. "It's okay..." he whispered in my ear.

"Maybe for you! You're finally getting rid of me!" I sobbed.

"Don't ever say that," England said, tipping my face up to look at his. "I love you, Farnir. Do you think I would have taken care of you all these years if I didn't love you? And now that bloody frog of a wanker is taking you away."

I buried by face in big brother's chest. "I love you too, Big Brother."

"No, Farnir..." England whispered. "I don't love you as a sister anymore... I... I..." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. A moment later, he pulled away and looked into my eyes. I stared back for a moment, and then ran.

An hour later I found myself roaming the busy streets without a clue as to where I actually was.

"Hola! Farnir! Mi Amigo!" a familiar voice yelled. I turned to see Spain coming toward me. I looked past him warily, praying to God that France and Prussia weren't with him. My prayers were answered when I saw that Spain was alone.

"What happened?" he asked when he saw the tear streaks on my cheeks.

"I have to move in with France," I answered. "I have no choice. France started a war against England to get me. He's a bloody fucking wanker! Sorry, I've picked up a few words from England."

Spain just smiled. "But why aren't you with England until you have to go?"

"He kissed me," I answered.

"Oh..." Spain said softly. "Come to my house, mi amiga! You can stay with me until France comes for you!"

I smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Spain led the way to his house, and the first thing I heard was, "Oi, tomato bastard, is that you?"

I glanced at Spain but he just grinned. "That's my Lovi. Hola, Lovi! Farnir is here!"

"Why is she here?" Romano yelled from the other room.

"Reasons, my Lovi," Spain answered. "France is coming to pick her up tomorrow, but she wanted to come here for tonight. Things are tense at her house."

"Oh," Romano said, stepping into the entryway. He looked at me and then rolled his eyes and walked away. "Just don't let her bug me, dammit, Spain you bastard!"

Spain sighed. "You could be a little nicer, Lovi."

"Don't call me that, dammit!" Romano said, walking away.

Spain sighed. "My Lovi is a bit mean sometimes..."

"He seems flustered," I said. "Maybe he just doesn't know how to express his feelings."

"I can hear you, dammit!" I heard from the other room.

I sighed. "Bastard..." I mumbled. Spain chuckled. "Don't get too mad at my little Lovi. He just doesn't know how to act around a lady. But come, let's go sit in the living room! We can watch TV."

I nodded and followed. I sat down on one side of Lovi, and Spain took the side of the couch that was on Lovi's right.

As we watched a movie, Spain kept doing various things that started to make Lovi seem extremely uncomfortable. It was when his curl was pulled that he reacted most.

At one point, the younger boy yelled, "Chigi!" and slapped Spain's hand away. Spain laughed. He kept his hands to himself for a while, but eventually they started wandering down to Romano's thighs. The boy's face kept getting redder as Spain's hands moved up.

"Um, where will I be sleeping tonight?" I asked quickly, faking a yawn. "I'm really tired."

Spain led me to a room and gave me a large shirt of his. "It's something to sleep in at least. Just get dressed before you come out in the morning."

I changed after Spain left, and lay down, pulling the comforter up to my chin.

Soon, I heard the door to the room next door open, and heard Spain's laughter.

"Stop pulling my curl, you tomato bastard!" Romano snapped. Suddenly there was a thump, and muffled moans.

"I know you like it when I kiss you," Spain mumbled.

Romano didn't reply, and it was quiet for a moment. Suddenly, I heard the springs of a bed, followed soon by moans.

I turned over and covered my head with the pillow.

God, they were fucking each other in the room next to where I was supposed to sleep! That night I had nightmares about three ways between Spain, Romano, and me... Terrible nightmares...