My Henchman(Spain x Romano)

Chapter Nine

Romano’s POV

 

I sprang up from the bed in a cold sweat. Spain looked up to me and was at first smiling, but then soon after frowned. “Romano?” What’s wrong?” At this point I broke down into tears. He quickly rushed over to me, patting my back and wiping away my tears. Once he calmed me down, he used two fingers to have me look up at him. “Mi tomato….please tell me what’s wrong.” I studied his eyes and picked out the differences between my Spain, and the one of my nightmares.

“I dreamt of him…..” Spain was about to say something but I cut him off. “But it was different…..It wasn’t him that made the dream a nightmare…...it was you……”His eyes went wide and I saw tears threaten to fall down. “You weren’t like yourself…..you weren’t your normal joyful self that I came to love…….You were cruel, and mean, and you hated me”

“Romano…..please tell me everything that happened in your dream” His voice was full of despair and it made me want to cry again.

“I was in a white room…..And I seemed to be put on sale on the black market…..” Spain’s eyes widened but I continued “The monster was the seller and he…….convinced the crowd to buy me. He beat me, and kicked me, and showed off his ‘art’ that he left on my torso….and then he sold me…..to you. At first I thought you did it to save me, and I was happy...but when we got to outside….you showed your true colors and….and hit me…..” He moved closer to me and not caring anymore I hugged him, crying again into his chest.

“Oh Roma...none of that is real….I would never hurt you….ever...you believe me right?” I look up to him and see tears falling down his cheeks as well. I nod slightly and he smiling pecking my lips. “I’m glad…..Te amo Roma….”

“Ti amo Toni…..”He giggled a little and I frowned, pouting slightly. “What?”

“Oh its just that you never call me by my nick name”

“So I can’t call you by your nickname now?”

“No…..I just think its cute” I blush a deep red and Spain giggles. “My tomato is a tomato!” I blush more and then cover my face.

“S-Shut up!!” He giggled again and then uncovered my face looking into my eyes.

“You still look tired Roma. Your eyes are sagging and you have bags under them. They’re bloodshot red…..sleep more...Don’t worry about the nightmare….if anything happens….I’m right here….always” He smiles lightly to me and I nod, laying back into the bed. I close my eyes and he grabs my hand. Squeezing it ever so lightly, I fall into a deep sleep.

 

-Romano’s Dream-

 

Opening my eyes, I find myself on a bed. I sit up and rub my eyes, realizing that I’m in Spain’s house. I stood up and went to the window seeing bright, summer day. Opening the window, I smiled as I smelt the spanish lands, feeling the light wind on my skin.

My attention was soon drawn to my left as I saw an arm come around me and slam the window shut. I looked up to him and saw Spain, but his eyes were dark, a frown on his normally joyful face. “Who said you can open the window?” I gulped slightly from his dark persona.

“I can’t open windows now? Anyway I was just enjoying the nice spanish weather…” He glared down to me and I shivered.

“Again, who said you can open the window?”

“I d-” That was all I was able to get out before he slapped me across the face, sending me to the ground. I held my cheek in pain, and looked up to him. “What was-” He cut me off again, this time by putting his foot down on my wind pipe.

“Don’t talk. Or I’ll get out the gag” He released my neck and I coughed holding my neck.

“What the fu-” He glared at me then stomped down onto my gut.

“Move and you’re die” He glared and then left the room. I held my gut and didn’t in fear of what Spain might do to me. He came back after a while, holding in his hand a red ball with leather belt straps attached to it; a gag. He walked over to me and shoved the ball in my mouth. “I said don’t talk, and you talked...so I brought down my hand” He forced my head up and attached the gag in place, making the straps dig into my skin. “If only you listened….you normally do” He chuckled darkly “Out of pure fear that is”

I few tears leave my eyes and he reached down wiping them. “Now that’s the Romano I know…...full of fear and terror…” He chuckled again and pulled me up by the collar. “ but when You’re feisty like this, it makes things more…...interesting” He then pushed me down and ripped off my shirt looking down at my torso, chuckling. “ He really did make a masterpiece……..let's experience it in its pure glory….”

Taking his thumb, he pressed down on the scares and I wanted to cry out in pain, but the gag stopped me. I let the tears stream down my face and I closed my eyes tightly.

I felt the pressure leave my chest, so I opened my eyes and I saw Spain looking at me with a small smirk on his face. “He really did make a masterpiece out of your body….I’m quite pleased that he took you….If only he would of been a little harder on you…...make you beg for death like I make you do…..”

He stood up and looked at me placing his foot on my croat, putting a great amount of pressure. I formed fists with my hands and closed my eyes. He down harder and harder, crushing my balls and penis. If it wasn’t for the gag I would be screaming, begging for it to stop. “Open your eyes…..now….” He puts down more pressure and I opened my eyes, the whole world spinning and my vision blurred.  “Beg for it to stop” He pressed down harder “make me feel sorry….”

Glaring down at me, he puts more pressure and I yelped inside of my mouth. I brought my hands up, making them in a praying position. My eyes interlock with his and I pleaded with my eyes, pleading to be released from his torture. He chuckled and removed his foot. “You have gotten good at this…...but the fun is only starting……”