Romano and California: a Hetalia political union

Romano's Heart

Her hair smells nice, so does her skin. Her skin oh yes her soft velvet skin smells so sweet. Like pink roses. Her hair is honey brown, it's like she grew amber instead of hair. She curls it lightly every three days and then she loosely clips in place sometimes with a fancy comb with gems and flowers. She's so beautiful, every inch of her is. Her lips are painted red, they are soft and kissable. When she moans its like she's telling me "more. More. More!" But when she speaks.... Her voice.... Her small voice... It annoys me. She talks about her family and clothes. Blah blah blah is all I hear from her. I'd dump her if the sex wasn't so good. The money is better though.

"Romano." She said. "Do you... Do you..." She hesitated.

"Out with it already!" I said. "Just talk and stop mumbling!" I ordered her.

"Ummm...ok... Do you... Do..." She was hesitating again. "Well we've been together for a while and I.... I just thought..."

Oh crap this is it, this the question. That one question that will make or break my business here! If it she's asking what I think she's asking I'll be ruined or saddled with a dumb little broad.

"I thought we... You and... And I...." She's gonna say it I know it. I bet she's gonna give me a damn ultimatum. "We should move in together!" Oh god... She... she said it...she asked.... Crap what do I say.. What do I do to get out if this?!?!?

"Well? What do you say? There's a lot of houses for sale in Beverly Hills. We could try there if you want." She said.

"Oh... Beverly Hills that sounds...uhhh... Nice." I sputtered out. Crap I knew I shouldn't of f***ed her. Dammit! I knew she was one if those girls. The kind that you sleep with once and bam! Their in love with you! Ahh but her hair smelled so nice and her boobs.... oh her boobs!

"Come on! I'll clean and everyday when you come home I'll be there. I'll massage your feet and get you a drink everyday and we can eat..." I interrupted her.

"Look Cali baby, I errr love you but now is not a good time for me. I'm so busy with work and all..." Crap! She's crying oh boy oh man what if she tells everyone or her dad about the sex? There's only so much a father can take. He could get defensive of her and fight back. "Please don't cry I do want to move in with you but... I don't want you to feel... Uhhh... Neglected!" What the hell was that like she's ever gonna...

"Oh! I get it!" She said. "Romano! That's so thoughtful of you..." Wow she's not very bright. "I can't believe I was being so selfish. I'm sorry hon. We can wait to move in together when your not so busy. Ok." She said as she kissed my lip.

"Yup... I... Uhhhh.... Yeah I will tell you when I'm not busy." I said.

"Yay! I love you!" She shouted. Hmmm she's so easy to control. But just to be safe I should make sure I own her. So I decided to get her a house, mainly becuase I didnt want anyone I knew to live in a box of an apartment. I was also getting tired of being seen there. It was a surprise gift for her so when I was driving her to go see her new home she was so excited she couldn't wait for me to pull over into some bushes. She kissed my neck and and placed her soft hand in my lap. She started to stroke me, when she unzipped my my pants and started I nearly crashed the car. She had gotten really good at doing this sort of thing, at first she was so shy and timid. She became like a wild animal when we did this sort of thing. She would jump on my lap like there was no tomorrow. She would always beg me to thrust faster and harder. She loved me and thats how I wanted it. I wanted her tomlove me, I wanted her to love me so much that she would see me as her master.

"I love you!" She screamed. "I love you so much! Harder! Harder! Please! Please! I love you!" She screamed with every thrust. How I loved it when she begged me to. I loved it when she did as I comanded. I loved it when she did things for me. I love... I... I love.... I ..... I.... I like having a slave alright. I could care less for that little twit. Stop saying stuff you bastards.