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Romano himself doesn't know how he ended up like that, with his brother disgustingly similar to him beneath romano himself, looking so vulnerable, TOO vulnerable.
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It all started when Italy and Romano slowly starting to get "closer" as Spain was too busy to take care of Romano so Austria offered his help to look out for Spains kid. But that was not only planned based on romanos safety but also considering how Italy seemed even more lonely and sad since Holy Rome Empire left Aushun property.
At first both Spain and Austria thought of it as an awesome opportunity to get the Italy brothers to know each other better and even maintain a friendship, while not being independent as only one country. But the problem wasn't only the fact that there were times that Hungary and Austria weren't looking out for the boys, but also how opposite the personalities and way of acting of the little siblings were.
Of course, both North and South Italy were easily scared and visibly weak when compared to their so well-known grandpa Rome, but Romano had a strong and easily angered personality while Italy was normally calm and couldn't tell why his older brother would acts so mean out of nowhere. Due to that, their fights quickly turned into something common in the Austro-Hungarian house, even if their caretakers were there at the moment or not.
And today was one of those days that neither Austria or Hungary were available to Keep the young boys in line so that their daily arguments wouldn't escalate into bigger and more serious fights.
It was still 11 AM when Italy caught his brother on the main room trying to draw using renaissance techniques, at first Italy judged how bad the drawing looked from afar but quickly sat close r to Romano and tried to help, luckily this time South Italy was calm enough to accept his brother help even if he looked visibly embarrassed and frustated just by the thought of having his stupid younger brother to look at his lack of talent.
some scribbles here and there slowly turned into romanos silly offenses directed to his brother like usual, but like any child conflict, resulted into romano holding italy by the wrist when Italy decided to answer to his brothers scoldings by implying that Romano could be better if he atleast try. And now here they are, with messed papers along with painting brushes and pencils by their side.
"Idiot!! how dare you- you say something like that?!"
Romano said, but he looked visibly hurt this time other than angry, I mean, its not everyday that your stupid brother that has everything on the palm of his hand decides to think he has the right to say if someone tries enough or not.
"Fratello! My wrist is hurting"
Italy said as romano continued to hold onto his younger brother wrist, his own small nails against italys soft kid, yet pure skin.
"Shut up! Idiot! You- its easy for you to say everything you want just because you dont even have to put effort on anything ever! For a spoiled idiot who everyone loves you surely acts too cocky"
Italy seemed confused other than angry now as he tried to get away from romano only for his brother to hold on his other wrist as well. why was romano acting like that now? Italy just said something that he thought it was obvious, unlike his brother who calls him a idiot, stupid or bastard on a daily basis.
"Fratello, I dont..I dont understand you at all! I am trying to help but you keep on mistreating me as bad as always..I just said you need to pratice everyday-"
"I do it! You idiot, But surely you dont even notice because on free times other than being perfect in everything that you do you're getting pampered by those bastards.."
Romano seemed on the verge of tears now, like any sensitive child who tries to act mature enough for their age. And Italy noticed that, which made him have a look of sympathy in his face now, which only made romano even more embarrassed, was he really that miserable to deserve the pity of another kid who can't control his own tongue? It was all Italys fault, after all.
"Austria and Hungary chose you because youre perfect in everything you do!! But not everyone is useless like you, you idiot!"
"Fratello..."
Italy lowered his own tone now as his brother let go out of him so he wouldnt notice how his older brothers little hands were trembling now, Romano really is miserable like that?
"That i-isnt true, I'm sure Spain understands you right?! Im sure! You arent useless Fratello, but you're sounding ungrateful right now..."
That mention in particular made Romanos blood noil with rage now. Spain? The jerk who first reaction to romanos only existence in his place was immediately compare to the idiot kid whos standing right in front of Italy right now? The jerk who almost let Romano get taken away? The jerk who keeps on daydreaming about italy whenever?! But romanos the one to fault? Does veneziano really don't know anything??
"Spain does everything but understand me.."
"Fratello.. you're being ungrateful! If he doesnt understand you why would you be in his house now?"
Ah yes, another hateful thing about Veneziano is how ignorant his own optimism can be sometimes
"He didnt chose me, he wanted you veneziano. Cant you ever understand it?? The first thing that jerk said to me was how he wanted you, instead of me"
Italy went quiet for a moment, thinking of a reply, he never knew about that, was his brother really hurt like that?? But like any child who can't identify the differences between a personal difficulty to the difficulties of another, he made a big mistake.
"But...atleast you didnt lose him yet"
That phrase was the last straw to Romano lose the sense of his own actions before pushing his younger brother who were coming closer to a hug away, just to pin him against the cold floor.
"F- Fratello ?!"
Italy said, with confusion and slighty fear on his voice
"You're right..Veneziano, I should be Grateful right?! But you really hurt my feelings so- so I need to punish you, just like that jerk do.."
Romanos face looked scary, it was strangely overheated, with a blush from his cheeks to his ears made out of anger and something else as there were beads of cold sweat appearing, like he was confused of his own actions, like himself was scared of something even if he was on the top, this time.
"Fratello, I- Im sorry, I didnt wanted to.."
Italy said, not trying to fight back, his brother seemed confused enough, seemed too hurt ande it was italy fault. However italy moved his own hands together in a squeeze beneath Romano, his legs trying to close together as a way of shrink as much as possible. But Romano deemed seemed to hear or care, too much into his own deceived thoughts.
"I'll punish you, you'll make me feel good enough s-so I can forgive you"
Romano voice was breathless, as if he were falling with every word. His own little hands They slowly passed through Italy's body, from the middle of his green maid dress till his groin, where romano was sitting near, so he moved a little just so his hands could massage that area and its aroundings gently and slowly, like if romano was still trying to remember how Spain touched his body, except that spains hands were bigger and rougher than a little boys hand.
Romano slowly lifted italys skirt so he could see his white panties, at that moment, Italy was too shocked to move as fear starting to grow in his body, Romano rubbing his lower parts was already weird enough but he esse taught not to let anyone see under his dress (Holy Rome was the exception according to Hungary, tho)
"F-Fratello, what are you doing??"
"Shhhh, I'll even make you feel good..so..so"
Romano answered as he was too focused on the sight of his brother own covered genital and tummy, his body was paler than Romanos, but it certainly looked so much more pure, more clean, as it was supposed to look for someone so young. That thought made Romano Swallow hard, was this how Spain felt? That is digusting, but Romano can't help but feel a little a sensation of something wet and hot coming out of his cunny by it. Gross.
Romano placed his little hand on top of Italys pussy, it was dry so Romano started to rub, his thumb pressing against italys clit, rubbing in tight circles, just like Spain taught him, maybe he wasnt useless afterall, because his amateur abilities made italy gasp and try to hold on romanos arm to take it away of his special parts. But romano quickly hold both wrists of Italy with the available hand and moved it to the top of italys head, holding it tight and rough so Italy couldnt make him stop with the fun.
"Bad..bad boy! Did I told you to interfere? Im punishing you, so you cant try to stop me!"
"Fratello.. you're scaring me! It feels weird...Fratello please stop"
Italys voice was lower now, with every passing word accompanied by small sobs of fear, His eyes were filled with tears which threatened to drop on his soft, juvenile cheeks.
"Im sorry Fratello! I take it all back! Please stop- it feels weird, it feels so- ah! Weird!"
Italy continued to plead with a horrified voice but Romano didnt seemed to care enough to stop, on the contrary, he was amused at how his all perfect brother was so easy to power over, so vulnerable, so easy to break and transform into a big mess of tears and sobs, and thats exactly what Romano aims.
So he continues to rub his thumb against his little kid as his own palm is pressing hard against italys sweet hole, which is getting wet and hot so easily it can be felt even with his panties own.
Italy instinctively tried to move his legs against each other as a response of his body to the sudden unknown warm that was growing on italys virgin cunny. which caused a sweet friction on romanos sensitive pussy against italys thigh, at this point, romanos panties was soaking wet by how sensitive his little kiddo body is, even tho hes not a newbie when it comes to sexual stuff. That made Romano let out a small moan.
"Ah..yes, thats good, I'm feeling so good..y-youre already wet, Veneziano..that means youre liking it as well, that means I'm truly doing a good job"
Romano says, with a twisted smile on his face, he was crying now but he didnt even seemed to notice that, either he could tell why would even cry at a moment like that, after all, hes on the top now, and hes feeling wet and hot, so thats all that matters.
"Fratello..please..my panties..are getting dirty...I hate this"
At this point Italy was a crying disaster, too weak toe fight back. The underwear hes wearing was new, miss Hungary recently bought it because the older one he would always wear was given to holy rome as a see you later...well, goodbye gift. The thought of it made Italy cry even harder, his tears were all over his face, dropping to the floor as he sobbed and plead all of this could be over already.
But that sight only made Romano even more excited, the sight of seeing his own baby bro crying so pathetically as a hurt child quickly went to his lower parts, making his pussy pulse in anticipation of a relief, his wetness dirtying italys thigh where romano was sat now.
"Shhhh... shhh, Veneziano...It'll all be over soon, its your fault, after all."
Romano said, with a gaspy voice as he stopped rubbing Italys pussy so he could quickly take his and Italys dresses off, he even let out of italys wrist, as he knew that his useless brother was too shocked to fight back now. And he was right because italys first action after having his hand freed to use was to try to clean every dropping tear that followed with his tiny fingers.
"See, Veneziano, now is a little cold but I'll make you feel warm and good very soon, okay?"
Romano said, with a caring voice, just like Spain would do, and leaned over to caress italys cheek and kiss italys forehead, just like Spain did to him.
"Unfortunately, I dont have a wee wee, but a kitty instead...so, I'll try my best, just like you told me to ♡"
He said as he changed their positions slighty, holding one of italys leg so he could remain with legs open, italys wetness was so visible now even with panties own, so transparent that his swollen clit was visible, but it didnt last much because Romano pulled his panties down below his knees almost immediately and then finally took it out.
Now italys body was fully naked, his soft tummy with an uterus that is not even fully ready yet, his pink reddish nipples, and his pinkish, wet little cunny with his clit all swollen and red from the teasing earlier. He looked so easy to turn into rape meat, his body was so arousing for someone who didnt even has gone through puberty yet, for someone so pure. Romano felt so disgustingly aroused, maybe thats how that jerk felt..maybe Spain can understand him, afterall.
Romano took his own panties off quickly, exposing his wet cunny which was dropping liquids by how aroused Romano was, his body was tanner and chubbier than Italys, yet he looked soft and kiddy such as his younger brother, even tho his body was certainly less pure than venezianos, but this was about to change anyways.
Romano positioned himself in a position that could bebê related to a scissor so its easier to rub both him and italys little pinkish clits together. Both with open legs, with Romano on top of Italy, one hand on Italys leg and the other one on italys chest, rubbing gently against italys swollen, sensitive nipple.
And so, Romano started to move in slowly rhytms, instinctively testing which hip movement would make him move better and more pleasureable for both of the brothers. Italy on the other hand was a crying and moaning mess, all of his body was burning in new sensations that he couldnt even name and couldnt tell why it felt so good and no matter how gross it is he couldnt stop feeling better and better by the action of his brother riding him so enthusiastically, like their bodies were supposed to complement each other into a horny mess at such a young age.
"Aahh..a-aaahh! F.. fratello, dont do that! Its a- ah! My tummy! Is feeling weird..dont touch it heree!"
Italy couldnt hold back his moans, with his arms now covering his own face so Romano couldnt see his tears now made out of pure, twisted pleasure
"Dont hide it..its okay, aaah.. it means y-youre close to the end of the punishment veneziano, dont you want it??"
Romano said, slowly stopping to pinch and tease italys nipple just like Spain taught him so he could Intertwining his fingers with Italy's in one hand, making this act of violence even more intimate and romantic how Romano which it could.
Romano continued to move his little hips against venezianos body, their clits were rubbing against each other in tight little circles due to Romano movements. Unlike romanos fingers, his pussy made it even warmer and pleasureable for both, both of them were so wet it was dirtying the floor onto a little puddle made out of children fluids of nasty, sinful sex.
"Ah! Ah! Fratello! L-let go! I need to I need to pee! Somen..something is coming out!!"
Veneziano sobbed, his voice tone high and desperate as the heat started to accumulate on italys little tummy and his legs began to tremble, making Romano grip on one of his legal grow rougher and harder, which made Italy let out a lewd and shameful moan of pleasure.
"Its - its not pee! Y-you silly! But dont worry, do it here! Ahh!"
Romano was moving faster now, making the friction closer and closer as the sound of their wetness grew louder through the room.
"Aahh! Fratello! Fratello!!"
Italy was pathetically moaning his own brother name now, with his face painted in a confusion between pleasure and fear, his little mouth was slighty open and his eyebrows closing together in a hurtful look as tears continued to fall.
That made Romano lean in closer without stopping his hip movements to kiss every single salty tear that came out of italys hazel eyes.
"Aahh..Im close! Veneziano, lets do it! Together! Mghnn!"
"Someone..please..save me!"
And so, with italys plead Romano reached his own limit without stopping the sweet friction between their cunnies. He squirted all over italys wet and warm pussy, groin and soft kiddo tummy. Dirtying italys body with his sticky fluids, proof of their pure yet nasty love session.
The amount of fluids made it even more hot and sweet until Italy couldnt handle anymore, he didnt last any than 1 minute until he came too with a scream, not squirting in a exaggerated amount like Romano, but sure making a painful dirty to clean later out of austrian-hungarian polished floor.
At the end they were both panting together on an almost cuddle, his naked little bodies pressing against each other in a nasty, disgusting view of a sexual scenario that should've never happened.
But Romano was smiling, Romano truly was happy because now Italy could be broken, just like him, because his all perfect brother was now a disgusting and impure little boy, just like him. Perhaps they surely could meet other better, huh?
"Hahh.. and with that, your punishment is complete, I tried my best ♡
Romano said in a cheerful yet caring tone made out of deceived perspectives of love and punishment, but italy didnt reply, Italy only cried, he felt disgusting, disgustingly sick with his now used body so he quickly cuddled into Romanos chest, after all, he was the only one available. He could never tell anyone about this, he didnt even know what happened, but he sure knows that he should never let anyone know of the shame of his infant body.
"We have to clean..Veneziano, but for now, maybe I can wait.."
Romano said, with a hand gently rubbing italys hair and the other hand caressing his still sweaty and hot back as Italy cried and cried for minutes, even hours, Romano didnt actually counted.
Because the only thing that he knows is that now he knows how to win Italy over in something irreplaceable. Maybe he really is grandpa Rome grandson.