Unexpected (GerIta Mpreg)Chapter One: Illness?Unexpected (GerIta Mpreg)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The small, red-haired nation rested his chin on his hands and stared intently at the almost-empty plate in the centre of the table. Sure, he should have been listening to what his fellow nation – and lover – Germany was saying about the economy but there was only one cookie left and it was calling his name. Italy reached tentatively for the cookie, like it was an unexploded bomb, and was mere inches from it when a speedy hand grabbed it and shoved it into his all-American mouth.
“Vee~” Italy sighed and leaned back in his chair. Wasn’t the meeting over yet? He was bored out of his mind and his curl was growing limper by the minute.
Finally Germany sat down, back in his seat beside Italy, who smiled widely at him, partly because he loved him but mostly because the tall blonde had finally shut up.
“Is it almost over?” Italy whispered.
“Ten minutes, tops,” Germany replied quietly, “Unless America decided to s
A New Year Gift for ItalyGermany sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He stared at the book Italy had gotten him in frustration. To have given him such a personal gift… The German bit his lip. And all he had done was bought him some pasta. Sure, Italy had seemed happy about that. But now Germany felt like he needed to give Italy something meaningful in return.A New Year Gift for Italy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Time was running out. It was almost New Years, and if he was going to give him something, he would want it to be before the New Year.
He searched through his closet, trying to find some idea of what to give the Italian. Nothing seemed right. He was just about to give up, when something fell from the top shelf and smacked him on the head.
Scowling in pain, Germany picked up the worn push broom. “Vat is this supposed to be…?” He wondered out loud. He turned the item over in his hands carefully. Faint memories stirred in the back of his mind, but nothing substantial.
He thought he could recall the faint image of
[APH] Deep Down - SpamanoSummary: "They had another fight. Fights had become unusually common lately, much to the Spaniard's dismay... Today a line had been crossed." Spamano. Past/AU[APH] Deep Down - Spamano3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: Take place in the time period of "Boss Spain and Chibi Romano" AU aging: Spain is 20 and Romano is 17.
"Romano!" Spain tore out the back door, "Romano, wait!"
"Stay the fuck away from me!" The Italian screeched, his voice become hoarse from overuse. He continued to run towards the woods. He had to get away, he needed time to think.
"Por favor Romano, I didn't mean it!"
He kept his back to the Spaniard, "Leave me alone!"
The older brunette froze. When he saw that the boy would not turn back he let out a soft sigh and returned to the house. "¡Estupido!" He punched the wall closest to him, swearing loudly at himself.
Why did that have to happen?
Why did he have to say that?
He sat down in a nearby chair and threw his head i
When you're gone -Spamano-I sniffled loudly and rubbed the back of my hand against my watering brown eyes, the icy coldness of loneliness suffocating me.When you're gone -Spamano-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You idiot, you must have known at one point or another he would leave!' I thought angrily at myself, a large sob building up in my chest. Dammit, I needed him here! Why did I have to start shouting?!
"S-S-Spain " I whimpered as I buried my face in my hands, the aggressive sobs making my frail body shudder.
I needed him here oh god, I needed him
"I'M SORRY!!" I screamed at the creamy white roof above me, the tears falling thick and fast against my blotchy, pale face. Rolling over on my side, I hugged myself tighter to try and keep warm, squeezing my eyes shut at the same time.
I couldn't look at the vacant spot beside me
always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
Slowly I relaxed my eyes when they started
Pink Roses and White Lillies: Spamano‘Antonio! Break’s over! Table seven needs to be bussed and the dinner rush is coming in.’ The command pounding against Antonio’s already aching head, as he sighed and he sent off a quick text to Lovino. He swiped a tired hand over his face, having worked all day at the department store his copious amounts of energy were running low. He finally got up the motivation to take a quick shower in the employee showers and change before rushing to the restaurant to work the dinner shift. He had a just a bit longer until he could go home to Lovino. He had been working two jobs for a few months now, trying to save up to buy a flower shop for Lovino that they could run together. Lovino had let it slip once that he dreamed of running a shop like that (though Antonio didn’t particularly listen to the reason why) and then it became his mission to make that dream come true. He secretly started working more to make a little extra money. Now it was finally takiPink Roses and White Lillies: Spamano2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshotDisclaimer: Hetalia. Not mine. NOOOPE. Now hush and try to enjoy my random Spamano drabble.Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshot4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano lived with Spain during his childhood, everyone knows this. They also know the two have been together since god-knows-when. What most of them don't know, with the exception of Prussia and France since that idiot Spain told them, was that it was actually Romano who fell in love first. He was hundreds of years old, but was still a little kid, when he realized it. It was just another typical day at Spain's house; the man had been gone for half a year, which was common back in the man's pirating days. Of course every time he left, whether Romano could admit it or not, the small boy would worry about the Spaniard. The brow bastard wasn't exactly known for his kindness towards Spain, after all.
But this time, when Spain came home, he was covered in blood. Some of his crew carried him into his room and
Spamano-Don't Leave MeAnother argument.Spamano-Don't Leave Me1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, it's not necessarily an argument, just Romano, shouting at Spain for no reason.
He doesn't mean to do it, it's just all he knows.
He's actually surprised that he put up with him. Romano wouldn't even be able to put up with himself.
He actually hated himself. He hated the fact that he simply has no room in his heart for love. No matter how hard he tried.
He does love Spain, he loves him more than he can say, literally.
He tries so hard to tell him that, but all that comes out his mouth is insults and curses.
Well, this time, Spain has had it.
He's sick and tired of showing Romano love, and having it thrown back in his face harshly. If Romano wasn't going to love him back, there was no reason to stay. He was leaving. He wasn't coming back until Romano learned how to, not only love himself
GerIta -- NightmareWarning: Slash pairing.GerIta -- Nightmare3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Italy didn't consider himself a slave to routine. Even though Germany would get upset and yell at him whenever he showed up late or skipped out on training altogether, the auburn-haired nation couldn't bring himself to care. He liked sometimes staying in for breakfast or skipping down to the coffee shop; he liked sometimes stopping to pick flowers or chat with pretty girls; he liked sometimes taking a siesta or going into town for the afternoon. Every day was a little bit different, and Italy was happy to have variety.
But even amongst the random variables of his day, one aspect never changed that Germany would go to bed at exactly 10:00 in the evening and, once Italy was sure he was asleep, he'd get into bed next to him and sail off into a dreamland of his own. And Italy's dreams were practically never sad nowadays, so the Italian always had something to look forward to.
The night had started off normal enough at about 10:30 PM Italy starte
Spamano: Spain's birthday... Literally?Spamano: Spain's birthday... Literally?1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio woke with a yawn. The sun beaming in through the window had woken him and he smiled to it happily. It would be a good day because it was his birthday. Lovino was always so much nicer on his birthday: he’d only head butt him no more than twice, he’d let him touch his curl for ten seconds, and he’d buy all the ingredients necessary for the Spaniard to ‘bake his own damn cake’. It was so perfect.
Speaking of Lovino, Antonio rolled over to see his snoozing lover. Dark circles rested under his eyes as he slept. Oh, he must have been up all night preparing. So cute. Surely, Antonio would have to take him somewhere really nice for Valentine’s Day. Good thing he had already booked the reservations because for some reason Antonio had a habit of sleeping through the 13th of February, the day after his birthday. It had been happening ever since his crazy birthdays he had had decades ago. Thinking about it made him laugh. Arthur had been out to get him a
Bullfighting -Spamano-The night was cold. Bitterly cold. The wind outside was strong, so strong that the tree that was there was being blown easily by the heavy wind. The branches tapped fiercely against the window of the small, dark room, causing an eerie sound to almost thunder in the quiet area.Bullfighting -Spamano-2 years ago in Settings More Like This
At the corner of the room, Lovino sat in a chair. His face was buried into his hands, and his elbows rested on his knees. His back curved and if it wasn't for him sitting down, he would have almost been in a fetal position. The tears ran down his cheeks, flowing so smoothly as they landed onto his hands, and here and there they spilled on the sleeves of his sweater.
Beside him, more into the center of the room, was a hospital bed. On it Antonio was there, nearly lifeless and without any movement whatsoever. His body was covered by a thin white blanket. There were wires all over his body, most of them trying to regulate his breathing, if any breathing. As for the others, Lovino didn't really know what they did. Bu
Unexpected (GerIta Mpreg) Chapter 5Chapter 5: Growing PainsUnexpected (GerIta Mpreg) Chapter 51 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Come on, Feli! We’re going to be late for the meeting… Again!”
The German’s voice echoed through the house and he growled under his breath as there was no response from his love. It had been almost three months since they’d discovered Italy was expecting Germany’s child and all had been going well. That was until some of the other nations had begun to get suspicious as to why Italy was always feeling so sick and tired. Germany had told them he was just ‘under the weather’ but he didn’t know how long that little white lie would hold up. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Italy to emerge; they were going for a scan after the meeting today and Germany was getting far too agitated at the thought. He wanted to make sure everything was fine with the baby and his love.
“Italy!! Will you hurry up!” he bellowed again.
Meanwhile in the bedroom Italy was lying on his back on the bed str
What is love like? PrologueWhat is love like? Prologue2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Have you ever felt what it's like to be unloved? To be tossed aside, to make room for someone else. To feel worthless and unwanted. Or to be second best at everything, no matter how hard you try. To have never been able to feel what love is like. Or to have never had friends. Well I have, and I'm sick of it! No matter what I do, I'll know that I'll never be the best at anything. Or to even be the best at the slightest at things. I never will be anything, but a waste of space.
A nobody who everyone looks down at, and makes fun of. I'm nothing special, nor will I ever be to both me or anyone else. My own decisions bring me nothing but pain and misery. I cry all the time, and must seem pretty weak and useless.
Wait a minute! I don't seem that way, because I know that I am. A coward who can't even stand on his two own feet with out crashing back down in a sea of pain and longing. I'll never know what joy feels like, or what happiness is like. My heart is nothing but a black h
Dark Side -Spamano-there's a place that I knowDark Side -Spamano-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
I looked at the bastard that was sitting by the tree in the school yard, a happy and oblivious grin on his face.
It didn't even take me two seconds to turn and flee from where I stood, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I started to grit my teeth together, ignoring the damned Albino and French pervert that were calling out my name.
No! They had to be wrong!
The albino and the pervert had ditched Antonio by the tree for a few moments to talk to me, and they had told me that the tomato bastard was head over heels for me
No, that couldn't be right!
He couldn't love me I was sour and unfriendly
Unlike my brother of course
He was cuter, nicer, funnier, more sociable, and just over all better than I would ever be
I was just his big brother, but I was also his shadow.
Like Matthew was to Alfred I suppose
No one liked me
HetaOni - GerIta"Italy..."HetaOni - GerIta4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That name escaped everybody's lips. I never thought they'd miss me that much. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. They were all around my body. Spain was tearing up and Romano had already broken down, while everybody else was in shock and disbelief. Yet, I wasn't. I knew I was going to die, that thing was after me anyway. I'm just glad I was able to save everybody, especially Germany... I just didn't know where I was supposed to go. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw that thing. Was he going to guide me to my friends?
"Is this the right way?"
He nodded, remaining completly silent. I unconciously started walking towards him.
I stopped and turned around to gaze into the pitch blackness.
"Hello? Is someone here with me?"
"That's not the right way Italy! He's trying to trick you."
His voice sounded so familiar, I know him from somewhere.
"Follow my voice, Italy. Don't go with him."
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course you can."
I wandered around
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
Spamano- Sleepless nightRomano rolled onto his side while laying in bed. He let out a soft sigh and grumbled softly. He just couldn't sleep.Spamano- Sleepless night3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Next to him laid Spain. He was laying next to Romano fast asleep. The italian sat up and couldn't help but smile alittle. 'At least he can sleep...' Romano told himself.
He then laid himself back down and tried to relax alittle, only to let out yet another sigh.
Romano felt a hand brush past his arm. He flinched alittle and turned his head to see Spain awake.
"Hey, Roma, your awake." Spain said softly as he yawned. He streatched out his arms wrapping them around the italian.
"Spain... let go..." He grumbled blushing alittle. Spain only softly cooed and kissed Romanos forehead.
"Just sleep, Lovi~" Spain whispered softly.
Romano had to admit this was a comfortable position. Spain had an arm drapped over Romanos waist, and his other arm proping him up. Slowly the italian moved his hands up to Spains chest. He rested his forehead againest the Spainards and breathed in his sw
An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerItaGermany and Italy arrived back at Italy's house quite late that night, but despite the hour it seemed Italy was still as hyper as ever. Germany sighed, he really was just like a little child. Did his lover ever run out of energy?An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerIta4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Italy, calm down please." Germany called out, knowing full well Italy would most likely ignore him and carry on whizzing about.
"Ve~!" Italy turned and hopped back to Germany's side in an instant, clinging to his arm. "Sorry Germany "
Germany coughed and looked down as Italy held his arm quietly as the two stood in the wide hallway, just adjacent to the main living room. The small nation was smiling and leaning his head comfortably against Germany's arm, completely calm. Well, that was a surprise.
"Also, um, I would have preferred if you hadn't embarrassed me like that back there. I'm not really bothered now but "
" ve Sorry Germany. I'm sorry "
Germany widened his eyes as he looked down at the small Italian. He instinctively
Depressed!Chibi!Romano x Spain- RejectedI hate you. I hate you with all my heart.Depressed!Chibi!Romano x Spain- Rejected2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I didn't always hate you, I loved you at one point.
I was so mad, always angry. Left out.
My stupid brother, Feliciano, always got the attention. Always.
He was the star sibling. Everyone wanted him, he was just so adorable.
Wasn't I cute too?
Why did nobody want me?
I was cast aside. I was always the problem child.
"Get Feliciano away from Lovino, his bitterness will rub off on him."
I wasn't bitter. I was hurt.
Why can't I be loved too?
What does he have that I don't?
No one gave me a chance.
No one even looked my way.
It was always, Feliciano this, Feliciano that!
Why couldn't it be, Lovino this, Lovino that?
That's right. I'm Lovino, it will never be about me.
Is it s
Spamano- Bad Dreams"Spain! Don't move... your hurt..." cried Romano. His voice was caked with worry and grief. Something the italian never showed, to anyone.Spamano- Bad Dreams3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"L-Lovino..." Spain mumbled through labored breathes. The light faded from the spainards once cheerful eyes. Darkness seemed to surround Romano as he held Spain close, and then, all went black.
The italian awoke with a jolt. He looked around to idetify his surroundings. He was under a tree, he was resting againest a fimilar person,Spain, both were sitting under a tree. Romano whimpered alittle biting his lower lip. The dream scared him, his best friend and boyfriend, dying in his arms.
"Romano, Your awake? Wait... are you-?"
The younger man cut him off by turning away from the spainard and shouting, "No basterdo... I'm not crying..." Spain placed a hand on his lovers back.
"It's alright." Spain said cheerfully chanting, 'Fusososo' over and over again a few times.
"That doesn't... help damnit..." Romano said between a few sobs. After only a fe
Las Flores de la Tortuga: Spamano‘Merda!’ Lovino was panicking slightly as he paced behind the counter of their flower shop. Things were scattered about as everything was still being assembled for the opening date that was fast approaching. Antonio was working at the department store earning the last bit of funds while Lovino set up shop. Once everything was in working order then they would co-manage the small shop.Las Flores de la Tortuga: Spamano2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lovino sat heavily on a nearby step ladder. Antonio’s birthday was approaching and he was driving himself up the wall trying to figure out what to get him. How the hell was he supposed to top a fucking flower shop?! Only that idiot would buy someone a flower shop then tell them that he didn’t need anything for his birthday. The Italian had grimaced when the Spaniard first told him this and immediately disputed. And there was the fact that Valentine’s Day was so close to his birthday and Antonio again argued that he needed nothing for either day. It was too bad because Lovino w
Every Night (GerIta)Every Night (GerIta)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The table is set for two but once again Ludwig eats alone. His wurst is tasteless and the pasta he attempted to make is cold and covered in a watery layer of sauce. It’s silent in the house; so much so that’s it’s practically maddening. He lets out a heavy sigh as he stands, his chair scraping against the tile floor. He doesn’t bother washing his plate when he puts it in the sink. As he walks into the hallway from the kitchen he stops at the small table near the staircase. The machine sitting atop it says that he has four missed messages. A small beep sounds as he presses play.
“Saturday April 27th 11 a.m. Yo! West! Listen; come out for a few beers with me! It would be good to get out, talk to some people. Everyone is wo-” Delete. His brother meant well, but it was best for him to keep out of it.
“Tuesday April 30th 7 p.m. Germany-san, it is Japan. Wourd you rike to come over for tea? Maybe we courd tark about some thing
Spamano- Change of HeartRomano and his brother, Italy, were out at a gelato shop. Romano only went because his brother was crying and complaining about something, probably had to do with him and Germany again.Spamano- Change of Heart1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He and Germany had been off and on for quite some time. Romano didn't condone of the relationship for the simple fact that he hates Germany.
And don't bother asking why, he just won't talk about it.
"I don't understand, Romano, why doesn't Germany like me anymore?!"
Romano sighed and cursed under his breath. Italy always assumed Germany didn't like him but that wasn't the case at all. It was really bugging him.
"Idiota! He does like you! He loves you! You are always saying that he doesn't like you and it's fucking irritating!"
Italy looked at Romano, dumbfounded.
Romano took a deep breath.
"Italy, go to his house, and just talk to him. Please just stop your crying."
Italy formed a smile. Romano was going to add something else when
SpainxFem!Romano *Request*SpainxFem!Romano *Request*3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Lovina! Lovina! Wake up! WAKE UP!" Antonio yelled, waking the girl up from her nap.
"What do you want you damn bastard?!" She asked, glaring at Antonio.
"Come on! Let's go pick tomatoes!" He said, smiling.
"...What? Why would I pick tomatoes with you?" She asked, crossing her arms.
His smile faded, "Remember? You said you would help me pick tomatoes today."
Then she remembered, "Do I have to..?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Yes! Now, come on!" He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her off of the bed.
"Okay! Okay! Calm down! I'm getting up! Now, get out of my room so I can change."
Antonio nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
She put a sun dress on and some flip flops.
"I'll only help you for an hour or two! I have things to do today!" She lied, she didn't really have anything to do. She's actually happy that she had to help Antonio pick tomatoes.
"It won't take that long! Now, come on! Let's go!" Antonio grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the door.
GERITA (ITALY X GERMANY): MPREG part 1GERITA (ITALY X GERMANY): MPREGGERITA (ITALY X GERMANY): MPREG part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Italy rested in bed he hadn’t been felling so well for at least a few weeks. Germany watched as his lover lied in bed. He had been worrying after the fact that Italy stopped being in the mood for pasta. He wanted to take him to the hospital but Italy had always said he was fine. Germany sighed. He wished his lover would go to the doctor even just for a little while but he with Italy it was hard. The Italian hated doctors especially hospitals. Germany decided that It be best to call a special doctor.
Roxy was the doctor for all the countries. She was one of the few doctors the for only countries. Germany decided to call her but he waited until Italy was asleep. They decided on an appointment in a week. Roxy had been busy supervising Prussia and Canada who had a newborn baby boy.
Germany decided not to tell his little Italian bride about the appointment knowing he would try to get it canceled. He walked into the bedroom where Italy lied