Spamano: One Question chpt 3 Romano slammed the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, hiding his face in his pillow.Spamano: One Question chpt 33 years ago in Settings More Like This
'What the hell! That bastard! He says he likes me. How the hell can he love me? Me of all people!' Romano punched the bed.
Maybe he had been wrong about Spain. Maybe he wasn't so bad of a guy. But to love him? He sat there with his face in his pillow. But do I love him back? Romano sat up. Could he ever love someone? Could he ever give himself over completely to anyone ever?
Romano couldn't take it; too much had changed in the past twenty minutes. He chucked his pillow at the wall, putting all of his anger and frustration into the throw.
Tears streamed down Romano's face when he heard the pillow crash into the wall. He also heard something smash to the ground. He wiped away a tear and looked up to see that he
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v