Never Forgotten

Chapter One

Canada's POV:

"Jesus fucking Christ, Spain. Get the hell off me!" Romano cursed, pushing the brunette off of him.
Ah the joys of the world meetings!
I watched as the Spaniard and the Italian argued for a moment, eventually ending it with the shorter of the two storming out of the room.
"Vould somebody go get him?" Germany asked, irritation clear on his face.
"I-I will!" I raised my hand, putting on a fake stutter.
Germany barely acknowledged me. He waved me off to do as I offered.

"Hey, B'y." I sat down beside Romano, my face taking on a welcoming expression.
"So they spent the Burger Bastard out to fetch me, did they?" Romano growled.
"Non. America is my brother. I'm Canada." I sighed, intending to look like I was hiding it.
"Oh. The Maple Bastard."
I chuckled. "Yep that's me."
"I'm sorry for confusing you for America." Romano apologized.
"It's alright. It happens all the time. It's not my fault Alfred is more likeable than me." I shrugged.
"I know how you feel." Romano muttered. "Veniziano is always better than me at everything. It fucking sucks."
"I like you more than Veniziano, to be honest." I whispered.
"What? You do?"
"Yeah...in fact...I-I've liked you for a long time..." I let my voice take on its nervous stammer, the one that made other people feel like they were in charge.
"What?" Romano's face turned red, a colour I had overheard Spain saying was practically his natural shade.
I made myself blush and averted my eyes. All these little movements, they made people fall in love with me. I knew this.
I leaned forward, scooping Romano's chin up and kissing his lips. His lips parted and I instantly claimed my dominance.
Unfortunately, Romano broke away.
"What's wrong?"
"Are we going to..."
"We probably shouldn't do it in the hallway..."
"Yeah." Romano stood, his hand reaching out to help me up. Once we were standing I interlaced my fingers into his and the two of us made our way to the nearest janitor closet. Once inside, after locking the door, our lips met again and we fell to the floor, me on top of him. I kissed away from his mouth, along his jaw and down his neck, smirking at every pant he made. My hands snuck under his shirt, pinching his nipples. He choked out a moan.
His hands moved through my hair finding their way to my curl. I paused to bite my lip and whimper as he pulled it carefully.
He broke away from it when I was taking his shirt off. I kissed his chest, moving downward to his belly button and then the rim of his pants.
"Mnm~" Romano purred as my hands worked their way into his jeans, I rubbed his hardening bulge through his boxers.
Soon I had his pants worked off and had started on my own while Romano unbuttoned my shirt.
"God." Romano panted once he got a good look at the bulge in my maple leaf boxers. I purred and leapt at him, kissing his neck, careful not to make any marks.
I tore off his boxers and then mine. Our naked body's were so damn close. God I was hard.
"Are you ready?" I asked, my eyes getting large and adorable.
"Yeah~" Romano braced himself.
I pushed in carefully, grabbing onto Romano's dick. I stroked it as I thrusted into the Italian's body.
"ahh~" he moaned. I grunted my response, moving faster into him. His toes curled up and he bit into his bottom lip.
"I-I'm gonna~" I moaned, feeling his ass tighten around my manhood.
"Just do it!" He screamed.
I came, allowing him to do the same all over my chest.
I relaxed my body, pulling out and kissing his cheek.
"Shit. The meeting is almost over. We've got to get cleaned up." I cursed, standing and using some of the paper towel sitting on a shelf to clean his cum away.
I quickly squirmed into my clothes and scurried out of the janitor's closet before Romano even knew what happened.

I underlined the line that made me laugh the most. I'm immature swine.