Never Forgotten

Chapter Twenty Three

The liberals have won the election and it's all thanks to you readers who are all likely under aged and American had probably did nothing but hey! Our new Prime Minister (which is like a president but more British) is a sexy forty something who has great hair and is French. And also he's not Harper...so PruPru gets to live for another fanfic. (I can't believe I held a fictional character hostage for political reasons...)

Prussia's POV:

Apparently Romano was okay with sharing Mattie's bed that night. The thought of it made me...well it made me kinda jealous.
I was downstairs watching some Canadian game show while the blonde hurried around getting medicines and water and all sorts of things to make his sick friend feel better. It didn't take long, though, because Roma was the official King of lazy and had fallen asleep almost instantly.
Soon, Matthew was collapsing on the couch beside me, taking an exhausted breath.
"Is this Canada's Smartest Person?" He asked, too tired to properly check.
"Ja." I said as the losing contestants hugged the winning ones. Ah. Canada.
"I apologize for how weird my shows are."
"Vhat?"
"I mean...there's Heartland which is just horses horses horses. Corner Gas is so bad it's good and it's the same with Shitt$ creek. Don't even get me started on The Trailer Park Boys and we have a show dedicated to how bad our drivers are."
"Don't worry about it, Liebe." I said, hoping his German wasn't the best.
"But This Hour Has 22 Minutes is amazing and I'll claw your eyes out if you tell me otherwise." He muttered under his breath.
Gött zhis kid.
"Hey, Birdie?" We were so close. I could just put my arm over his shoulders at any time. I could hold him against me and never let go...
Buzz buzz.
Mattie looked down at his phone and got up suddenly.
"Shoot. Sorry, Gil. Hold that thought. Romano needs another blanket." He zipped off up the stairs like a little speed demon.
For Romano.
Like I said...
I was jealous.

Canada's POV:

"Is that all? Are you comfortable?" I asked frantically after burying Romano in yet another blanket.
"Canada..." He muttered. "Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah! Of course!" I sat down beside the bed on the floor so that our faces were level.
"I'm not really sick...this is something different."
"Are you mad at Spain?" I guessed.
"No. I'm dying." He admitted weakly.
"What?! No! You're a country...you-"
"Do you know why I was so mad at Feliciano a few weeks ago?" He asked. "I was angry that he was taking my place. He was stealing my life force."
"Romano..."
"And it's almost up. But I wanted to stay here because I was afraid of telling Spain and Belgium and my Fratello. I didn't want them to hurt..." Romano reached his hand out for me to hold. "But that's not the only reason. I could have just disappeared into the night and let them all forget about me..."
"But?"
"But you said something to me that day. You said you liked me more than Veneziano..."
"I wasn't lying, Romano." I whispered giving his hand a squeeze.
"The thing is...people forget about you...don't they?"
I nodded.
"Well...after that day I did some thinking. I realized that I forgot you from before and I worked hard to get as much info as I could. I even talked to the wine bastard. You should have heard how innocent and precious he made you out to be."
I could feel tears in my eyes, but I didn't know why. I mean...Romano was dying and he was telling me some amazing things...but I wasn't sure what I was specifically crying from.
"From there I started to remember things. France was so wrong about you."
I turned bright red. "Uh...um..."
"And that's okay. You may be a slut...but you make people happy."
I let out a small sob. "I don't know what to say."
"Just listen, Mattie." He places his free hand against my mouth. "You don't need to fuck them to make them happy. They'll get over it all on their own. What you need to do is find somebody who remembers you and stick with them forever. Make yourself happy, Bastard."
I took a deep breath and cleared the tears from my eyes before nodding.
"Now, how about one last run...for old times sake?"
"One last run of wha-"
He cut me off with a rough kiss that I lifted myself into. I moved myself into the bed, my mouth still locked on his. My heart was racing and I was running out of breath. I had to break the kiss for a scoop of oxygen. "Romano~" I sighed happily. It was weird. I had had sex with so many people. But I had never wanted it this much.
My pants were tightening and I pounced back into the make out session. Romano pinned me against the mattress despite his little strength. Well, I was letting him. His kisses moved from my lips to my jaw and then down my neck. He his a sweet spot and I moaned as he worked his mouth against it.
My hands found their way under the pyjama shirt I lent him, edging it off his body.
"You're my favourite." I whispered into his ear.
"And you're better than Spain." Romano breathed back. "That bastard never goes gently on me."
The brunette preceded to work my shirt away and kiss along my collar bone. He met the middle of my chest and worked downward, unbuckling my pants as he did so.
Soon my body was almost free and he took a break from me to strip his own pants and underwear off. Well, the pants were actually mine but the underwear was his.
And there it was again. His breadstick. Just like I remembered it. It was about the same size as mine, give or take a centimetre.
He bit off my boxers with his teeth, me groaning in approval.
Once we were free he caressed my face lightly, guiding his fingers into my mouth. I sucked gently, trying to get my saliva over every inch. He pulled them out and moved down to my entrance.
"Ready?" He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.
"Oui.~" I sighed.
He slid one finger in slowly, wiggling it around carefully so I could get used to it.
"R-Roma!~" I purred.
He slid another finger in and scissored me. I panted lightly.
"Do you want the rest of me?" He asked.
"Y-yes~" I tilted my head backward.
His fingers parted ways with my asshole leaving me with a bare feeling until he guided his full self in as a replacement.
He gave me a moment to get used to his size before thrusting gently. He was definitely a change from Alfred.
"Ah ah ahhh~" I grunted.
His hand wrapped around my cock and started to jack me off. Sweat pooled on my forehead and Romano's teeth grazed my shoulder. 
"W-what are you doing?" I asked.
"Giving you something to remember me by." He continued thrusting as his teeth dug into my skin. Pain blossomed across my skin, meeting with the orgasm and causing me to scream the Italian's name. This was the greatest I've ever felt.
I felt him cum and I did the same. He pulled out and collapsed onto my panting, sweating frame.
"Je t'aime." I whispered before letting my eyes fall shut.

Whoops. My fingers slipped.
And anyway, I read chapter 105 of Kuroshitsuji so I'm crying more than you.