Italians are Bankers(2P!N.ItalyxRaaderx2P!S.Italy)

You lay on your couch, curiously flipping through the different channels, but finding no luck in anything that seemed entertaining. Turning the power off button, you threw the remote onto the ground, rolling onto your back with a lazy groan. Well, there was nothing to do today… Usually, Romano or Feliciano would be over, taking your boredom far away, but you hadn't been contacted by either of them for a few days.

It did worry you, don't get me wrong, but they weren't romantically involved with you, so you didn't need to know where they were. You looked around your house, noticing just how quiet things were without them here with you. On a normal day, Feliciano would be doing something that wasn't particularly smart, Romano would be yelling at him, and you'd be laughing your little bum off.

Just thinking about the brother duo had you smiling like an idiot as you threw yourself off the couch, and into the kitchen. Popping about in there for a few minutes, all you did was look in the counters then the fridge, deciding that you weren't really hungry as you began towards the living room, hoping something good was on the T.V now. That seemed highly improbable when your doorbell rang. The ring echoed through your house as you stared at the door, contemplating whether you should answer it or not. The better side of yourself got hold, as you walked towards the door, opening it with swift movement.

"Ciao (_Y/n_)."

You looked up, surprised when you met fierce, darker than usual amber eyes. They had sort of a red undertake, you thought, also noticing a certain Italian who looked more blonde than anything. "F-Feliciano?" You squeaked, "R-Romano?!"

The much more blonde one smiled a dirty smile in your direction, "Those are our names… Don't wear them out, principessa [1]."

You gave him a "you did not just say that" look before opening your door further to let them in. Feliciano gave you a sultry smile, charging into your house without a second thought. Romano though, lingered behind and pressed towards you instead. He grabbed hold of your arms, saying, "You look like something I see only in my dirtiest dreams," He ran a hand down to your short clad bum. You stared into his eyes for a moment, "A little inappropriately dressed…" You figured he meant the shortness of your shorts, "No makeup, and a scared look in your eyes."

He suddenly jerked away from you and walked into your house. Sitting there for a moment, you replayed his words in your mind over and over, before shaking your head and slamming the front door shut.

"Why are you two here?" You walked into the kitchen, where the two males sat at your table, one drinking a bottle of wine you had sitting on the counter, the other nonchalantly sitting there, feet on the oak of your table.

"Isn't it obvious?" Feliciano said, taking a chaste sip of wine.

"We came to see you." Romano finished his sentence.

"Okay," you said, walking towards the table, "Why do you two look different?"

"What do you mean?" The younger asked, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

"You seriously don't know you look different? You're joking…" You laughed, automatically stopping when you saw their faces. They were looking at you like you were going crazy. And you seriously thought you were.

"(_Y/n_)." Romano said, "Do you want to know… Why we really came here?"

"Why?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Feliciano shared a dirty smile with his brother that went unnoticed in your eyes. "We need to ask you something," Feliciano sat down his wine glass, stood up and walked in front of you, "You see… Fratello and I have been running low on money lately."

"So, you came to mooch and eat all the food I have left?" You glared at Romano in particular as he began nibble upon a banana sitting on your table, then looking at the wine glass on the counter. Feliciano threw his head back in a deep laugh that had your heart fluttering around like crazy. You'd never heard him speak and or laugh so deeply, and the sound was purely arousing.

"I suppose that maybe why Romano came here." He looked at his brother with a silly smile, that seemed much more in character, before he switched back to a seemingly counterpart character. "But as I was saying before… We are in desperate need of some mon-."

"So you came here to ask me for some?" You laughed, "You two… You need an accountant or something! I'm not a friggin bank!"

Romano smiled, "If you give us some money, we're willing to do something for it."

You raised a curious eyebrow. "What do you mean, Lovino?"

You noticed his eyebrow twitch when the over-used nickname spilled from your full lips. Licking your lips in a seemingly taunting way, Feliciano came out with, "Well have sex with you. Together or separate but…"

"We've wanted to bang you for so long, and we need the money. It just seemed like a win and win situation." Romano's voice was near sultry.

"We get something we need, and you get something you need."

"Are you assuming I need to get laid?"

"Don't make me laugh (_Y/n_), we both know you haven't been laid in over 4 months." Romano laughed, "You're just secretly dying for some man."

"I decide how much you get, depending on how good you screw me." You smiled, "Now get going before I change my mind."

Romano and Feliciano didn't need to be told twice. In mere seconds, you were twirled round and slammed against your counter. You flinched in slight pain, but it swiftly turned away when Feliciano hastily pressed his lips to yours. You were surprised by his show of dominance when he pried your lips open and slipped his tongue inside, so it could mingle with yours. Romano was in a quick hurry to leave rough love bites upon your neck, before ripping, literally ripping, your shirt off so he could now litter your collarbones with red markings.

Arching your back towards the two of them, a sudden rush of lust ran wild in your blood as you messily kissed the younger brother, before pulling away. Not even three breaths later, Romano was ravishing your lips, while Feliciano worked the other side of your neck, as well as rubbing his knuckles on the underside of your bra-clad breast. Romano bit down upon your bottom lip, tugging roughly on it as you groaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pain mixed with pleasure.

You pulled away from the elder, saying, "You two need a bank account."

"But," Romano said, his voice sending shivers through you, "This is a better way to get money, principessa."

"And anytime you need money, we'll surely be willing to give you some if your give us some of this in return." Feliciano replied, gripping your sides roughly, just to punctuate that he was talking about giving them your body more often...  

"But," Feliciano said, "Do you mind if we use knives... Or tie you down?"

"Fuuuuckkk." You whispered, "Do anything, just get me naked. Now."

With all of that on the outside, you made sure to mentally note that if you needed money, you go to them before you go to anyone else, including your trustworthy bank.

1-Princess