Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
Crack Fairytales - The Wurst PrinceAnd so we have heard the story of the Tomato Prince Antonio and the Pasta Princess Lovino... but what of the younger princess, Feliciano? Well, dear reader, fear not for that story is about to come.Crack Fairytales - The Wurst Prince in Romance More Like This
As usual, this story takes place once upon a time in a land far away. The Pasta Kingdom had been allied with the Wurst Kingdom for quite some time. The Pasta Kingdom would always turn to their friends whenever they found themselves in danger. The Pasta King and the Wurst King knew each other from their childhood so it was fairly obvious why their kingdoms were allied.
But I'm going off the subject again, for this story is about the youngest Princess, Feliciano.
Feliciano Vargas, Princess of the Pasta kingdom was a happy, bubbly young man with a good heart. He was nice to everyone he met though when faced with danger he was always the first to run away. The Pasta King was worried, for he had to decide whether Feliciano or his brother Lovino should take the throne after his passing. Both prin
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
Blessed With A Curse- Ch11Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch11 in Romance More Like This
Lovino hated Halloween. He didn't see the point of it. The holiday had never really meant much to him when he was growing up and that didn't change. Feliciano seemed to like the idea though and he was the reason why he hated it so much.
"Fratello! You are dressing up with me, aren't you?" Feliciano called from his bathroom. Lovino shuddered and stared at the face-paints in front of him and scowled. Feliciano was determined to go out for Halloween. Lovino had told him he was too old for Trick or Treating but the younger brother wasn't interested. He had said he was going to go out with Ludwig and he and Antonio were welcome to join if they wanted to. Lovino had said no, but knowing Antonio he would probably show up sooner or later.
"No!" he finally answered and turned away from the paints. Feliciano exited the bathroom with a pout and asked, "Why?"
SpellboundWarning: Cardverse!AU featuring crazy!EnglandSpellbound in Romance More Like This
They used to be so happy.
It was a year ago today when it happened. Arthur remembered it clearly. He remembered how much it had hurt; he remembered how his heart felt as though it were physically being ripped in half when his husband uttered the words to him. He thought the pain he felt within those three seconds may very well kill him. Even the fires of Hell would not hurt as much as this. It was those four words which caused Arthur to do what he did.
Those four words changed everything.
I don't love you.
Arthur remembered how he had begged. He had promised he would change, he would promise to be a better husband; he had promised to be a better Queen to the King. But Alfred had shaken his head. He had said no. He wouldn't allow it. He had made his decision and he would never back down on it.
Arthur had cried like he had never cried before. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, not to him. Alfred loved him. He kn
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The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
Blessed With A Curse- Ch13Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch13 in Romance More Like This
The bright sunlight streamed through the small gap in the curtains. Lovino groaned and pulled the duvet over his head to block out the bright light. Staying up late was not a good idea now that it actually came to waking up...
Unable to continue sleeping, the Italian grudgingly removed the duvet from his head and sat up with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, Lovino sighed and moved to the window to routinely close the curtains properly. Antonio needed to invest in some block-out blinds or something.
The Italian shuffled out of the room lethargically into the large living space to find his vampire tomato bastard strumming absently on his guitar. Antonio looked up when Lovino sat beside him and he smiled a bright smile, "Buenos días, Lovi!" he received a mumbled reply in response and the vampire chuckled, "Did you sleep well?"
"Meh... I guess," Lovino replied and
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
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Its all about family:
Hey, Romano Vargas here. Well it's finally come. The time of year I don't really look forward to. Annoying people, screaming children, and no place to park your damn car. Yep, you guessed it. It's Christmas. I have never been that fond of the holiday from the start. My brother Feliciano loves it however and always tried to get me to spend Christmas with him and that potato bastard husband of his. Naturally I refuse the invite every year. The last few Christmases however, I spent the holiday with Arturo and my son Valentino, but Arturo and I spilt up. However this year is new, this is my first Christmas with my new husband Antonio. We got married a few months back. Now we are finally sharing our first Christmas together. Naturally I want everything to be perfect, which unfortunate
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It looks like a white Christmas
Arthur Kirkland couldn't deny the feeling in his stomach. He was excited. Not because it was close to Christmas he wasn't a child in that way, but because his boyfriend Alfred was finally coming to Britain to spend Christmas with him for a change. It's no as if Alfred didn't come over for Christmas that's not it. It's just that, the past few years had been very difficult. Britain had a great blizzard last year which booked up the flights for days on end. The year before that Alfred's brother Matthew just got married to Francis, and he wanted their honey moon to spent with family since it was around Christmas. Arthur got invited to go, but wanted nothing to do with it considering his not so pleasant relation to France. This year however was different. Alfred was coming here! Arthur knew that
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You're safe with me pt.1
My name is Romano Italy. I got married to my husband Arturo Rojas no less then 2 years ago. We have a son named Valentino. He is an odd child though. He doesn't look much like my husband or me, and his personality doesn't rival ours at all. That's probably a good thing, cause I have a terrible and unfriendly personality, where as my husband .uh I don't know what to say about him, but for whatever reason, I love him. My brother Feliciano however never really liked him, and my son and him .aren't really that close as he is to me for whatever reason. My whole life changed when Arturo made a proposition.
"we are taking a family vacation!!" Valentino and I look up from the dinner table.
"a vacation .and why in the hell would you want to do that?"
"because I want to get closer to you" I frowned a bit at this.
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I can change pt1
If there was anything Alfred would have liked to change about his past, was how he treated the love of his life. High school wasn't easy, especially for Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F.Jones. Alfred, while popular with girls, on the foot ball team, and had quite a bit of friends was Arthur's polar opposite. Arthur preferred to keep to himself, and didn't like to open up to people, which made him appear stuck up and full of himself to others. Unfortunately this also made him an easy target for the jocks to beat on him. This day was no different. Day.
"what the bloody hell was that for you twat!!" Arthur screamed at the head of the football team Gilbert.
"oh Kirkland, that mouth of yours really pisses me off you know that?" Gilbert said with a sly smile.
"oh im surprised a twat like you can comprehend what's coming out of my mouth, because face it Gilbert, you're n
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1st Family Dinner
It's been over a month now since Germany and I got engaged. It happened when he asked me out on a date.
"so, I Italy, are you uh enjoying your food?"
"yea!! This is great" Italy said through a mouth full of pasta. A piece of tomato sauce dripped from Italy's mouth as he scarrfed down the pasta. Germany thought he was a total slob, but a cute one. After the first course, the waiter poured a glass of champagne, first in Italy's glass, then in Germany's glass. Italy began to drink, till he noticed something in the glass. He pulled it out and it was a ring?
"Hey Germany look, I found a ring in my champagne glass!!" Italy started giggling, still not realizing what was going on, and then it happened. Germany got up, walked over to the giggling Italian, and got on his knee. Italy was confused.
"G Germany?" Italy asked co
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 Oneshot 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
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.Erased: A Depressing DenNor Oneshot in Drama More Like This
He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."Of Love and War: PruHun in Drama More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
Fiction: PruHun OneshotNOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^Fiction: PruHun Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that.
Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta.
Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that that insufferable Roderich, his thoughts had begun to arbitrarily drift into memories, recollections, and fantasies about her. He realized that he had spent a whole week trying to recall the exact shade and style of her hair. He struggled to remember the exact hue of her spring green eyes, and that beautiful, wry smile; the smile that would always manifes
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He had to trip over himself some to keep up.
"You'll see, it'll be fun..."
Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.
"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"
Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.
Then, bending slightly so he could look Romano in the eyes, Spain casually put his mittened hands in his long-coat pockets, a smile of warmth and reassuring upon his face, though it hardly worked on Romano, whom proceeded in leaning away some.
"It'll be fun, I promise, so... please?"
His eyes were glowing in an odd way, and Romano could simply feel the excitement S
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano"Why are you staring at me like that?"The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.
"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"
"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."
"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."
"No! I'm not letting you drag me into this again! Leave it alone!"
With this, Romano left the table, taking his newspapers with him. It left Antonio some time to think things through, and then, he came up with an idea.
The next morning, Romano awoke to an unusual alarm, and looking around the room, he found Spain's phone next to him on the mat
Unconditional SpainxRomano"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!"Unconditional SpainxRomano in Short Stories More Like This
"You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!"
It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian.
"You always... run from me... why?"
"Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!"
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic.
"You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!"
"Romano... what d... what are you talking about amor?"
Spain's hand rose to pat Romano, but it froze with Romano's next bust of words;
"No one really likes me! No one ever has! They always want something out of me, and you do to! I know you do! You wouldn't treat me this way really, especially after... how I treat you... and how I run away..."
"Is that how you really feel?"
Romano was surprised
Hetalia: A Visit from Grandpa"Lovi,"Hetalia: A Visit from Grandpa in Short Stories More Like This
S. Italy, Romano stared at himself through means of a bathroom mirror, door locked tight so he couldn't be interrupted. The face starring back at him rather repulsed him, for it shifted and transformed into the face of his grandfather, a man he wasn't too fond of. Romano looked so much alike to his grandfather's complexion, more than the ever-so favorite Venenizano, his hair-color, his eyes, even if he'd smiled now and again it would probably closely resemble his grandfather's mischievous-yet-cheeky grin. Sighing, he splashed cold water from the faucet underneath said mirror, onto his face and wiped it away with a nearby cloth. He turned back to the mirror, exhaling an exasperating sigh yet again, when suddenly, there came a knock at the bathroom door.
"Lovi, there's a man here to see you, he's uhm... well.."
Romano rolled his eyes at being called 'Lovi' a pet name Spain had given him a long while back. Opening the doo
A Poem from Spain to RomanoThere once was a boy who lived under a treeA Poem from Spain to Romano in Short Stories More Like This
he sat there plucking tomatoes from the ground
Don't you see?
He didn't have friends
and he wasn't too nice
but I grew fond of that boy
and gave him good advice
If you wear a moustache
then all will be fine
You may grow to be popular...
but you'll always be mine~
The Trip that Was A Mistake: Spamano _Continued_ When she started to live with him, he nearly forgot, yet he knew he never would.The Trip that Was A Mistake: Spamano _Continued_ in Short Stories More Like This
She would wake in the middle of the night to his quiet sobs, and she knew, something was off, something had happened to him, something he'd never told her. If only she could figure out what it was, where he went every Friday, perhaps she'd be able to help, she wasn't completely heartless.
He looked up from where he stood over the stove top, cooking eggs with a cheeky smile on his face, gloating about how good his food was.
"... I want.. I want to hang out with you Friday.. is that alright?"
A frown immediately followed her words, drawn up on his face.
".. Friday.. I-I can't.."
"Why can't you!?"
"Just drop it Romona.."
"No! Tell me why! I'm sick of coming over here and spending nights with you, but on Friday you suddenly disappear, and you won't tell me why.. Stop being so immature and just tell me dumb ass!"
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A Reminder: I will not fill this diary with complete issues, I will not fill it with history, I will fill it with you, and the adorable memories we shared. So that some day, you can remember them as clearly as I do~
He might have taught him to walk, but I taught him what fun was, and I think that's more important... still... I envy the Great Rome, who doesn't? Even if he did fall.
"Lovi, why are you crying!?"
This poor boy did the random-est things, as if he were some broken machine that tried its best to be as good as the other working machines, but somewhere along the way, it glitches or it breaks down to the point of tears.
"Do you miss your Grandfather?"
"N... no you bastard..."
I have to admit, he had a lot of spirit for someone who seemed to have so many flaws and lost memories.
"Romano, what's wrong? Why are you sitting in the corner like that?"
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Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
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Death. Its among us sometimes, but we can't let it refrain us from living.
This is really important.
Recently, we had a friend pass away, we went to a funeral, we mourned. You didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, looking around at all the tears on people's faces, but, someday you will.
It got me to thinking about, what would happened if I were to die? Where would it leave you? How would you cope, how would you feel about it?
Well there are some things I want you to know, if I ever do die. First off, please, don't mourn too much Lovi~ Mourn as much as you possibly need to, to move on, and then do. Don't get sucked into the past because you can't find me around anymore. Don't let others get lost either, find a way to bring yourself up, and then carry them as well. I know that sounds hard, and I know, its foolish for
Paint Cans: _Spamano_ The paints were all set out, the smell of them swarming the room and consuming any free air left, yet the smell didn't cause him to feel nauseous, for he already had those feelings. Reaching out, he picked up a thin brush and inspected it. Rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger, he thought, loosing himself in said thoughts, as though he were drunk with each thought that appeared.Paint Cans: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
'The way he smiled with her,'
'The way he was so kind...'
Suddenly, it hurt to think, his mind throbbed and he stumbled slightly, dropping the brush and holding his head, breathing heavily. Yet he shook it off, he dismissed the feelings and went back to his painting, replacing the paintbrush with another, a thicker one. The white canvas taunted him, what was he to paint? Would he even be good at painting? Probably not. He hadn't painted since the day his younger brother had shown him all of his art, and he knew he'd never be great enough at this to su
Spamano - A Thousand Paper CranesWhy I am doing this, I do not know.Spamano - A Thousand Paper Cranes in Short Stories More Like This
Earlier, Feliciano came home and ran into my room, then he started talking about random stuff he heard from Japan.
"Ve~ Fratello! Japan told me some interesting things today!" He chirped.
"I don't want to hear it." I muttered.
He ignored my reply. "Well, he said that if you make 999 paper cranes, you can make a few wishes on the 999th one and say them aloud, and if you make another paper crane afterward, then all the wishes you made on the last one will come true!"
I sighed. "You don't honestly believe that, do you? That Asian friend of yours is definitely full of shit."
"Ve~ You should try, fratello~"
"Because it obviously won't work!"
"Japan said he tried it, and it worked~!"
"I'm still not going to try it." I muttered. "Only real idiots would believe it works."
And then he left.
Is it wrong that now, the day after, I am at the crafting store to buy some origami paper?
Yes, it is.
Kiku in Wonderland, chapter 1. . . . . .Kiku in Wonderland, chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cool Spring morning; the sky was painted with different shades of blue, orange, and yellow. In the small breeze, blew lone sakura petals, each finding their own place on the ground and hardly moving afterwards. Through the grass, which was tinted with a slight yellowish color from the rising sun, a small, brown kitten was seen, batting at a Sakura petal that had unfortunately come in contact with its predator's nose while it was asleep. After that one petal fell out of its paws and onto the dirt, the kitten ran out of the tall grass to catch a passing pale blue butterfly. As the kit was jumping and sprinting after the butterfly, two men watched it from underneath the sakura tree. It was rather amusing seeing the tiny kit trying to get to the butterfly when it, in fact, was hardly bigger than a grown man's hand. After what seemed like an hour, the tallest of the two men gave an exasperated sigh. "Ughh, Kiku..." He mumbled as he began slipping down from flat against
GiriPan - Birthday KissesIt was a sunny day today, despite the fact it was February. Japan sat by his garden, staring at the Sakura trees, which were already beginning to bloom. It was natural for the flowers to bloom this soon in the subtropical islands of Okinawa. It was his birthday, so he wanted to stay somewhere where America wouldn't think to look. He'd probably try to look in Tokyo, Kyoto, or Osaka, since those are the places he usually resides in. America probably doesn't even know that these islands existed; even though almost everyone knew about these islands, America's not really smart enough to figure out that Japan was staying here, anyway. Well, not by himself, that is.GiriPan - Birthday Kisses in Short Stories More Like This
Well Italy had come over earlier. This is what happened.
"Ve~ Nihon!~ Happy birthdaaaaaaaay!~" Japan was suddenly attacked by a tight hug.
"Eep!" The older nation sighed. "Itaria-san, I have to ask you to let go of me."
"Ve~ Alright!" He let go. "Doitsu told me to say happy birthday to you, too~"
" Great. Well how'd you fi
GiriPan - CockroachesIt was 7:32. For the past forty-five minutes, Japan had been walking around his neighborhood after waking up early. He almost always wanders around his neighborhood when it's this early; he doesn't really have anything better to do or anything. Besides, Alfred was going to come over today at 8, and he wanted to enjoy his time alone. And also, America said he had a 'surprise', which probably isn't a good thing.GiriPan - Cockroaches in Short Stories More Like This
After a while, Japan found himself back at his house. He noticed that the door was wide open. "America must be here, now." He muttered, before walking inside. He was immediately greeted by America.
"Dude! It's been a while, hasn't it?" He practically yelled, even though he wasn't even six feet away.
"Please, don't yell." Japan muttered. He then noticed that the American had a rather large yogurt container. " Why do you have yogurt?"
"Ahaha! It's not yogurt!"
" Then what is it?"
"Haha! I don't know!"
"Err, alright then."
"Hey, so dude! Korea told me you didn't like those
SerenityHeracles, the personification of Greece, walked out of Elizabeta's house, dragging Kiku, the personification of Japan, along with him. They had just attended a party the Hungarian had held against her wishes to celebrate Gilbert's birthday. Well, it was basically a belated birthday party.Serenity in Short Stories More Like This
"My house?" he asked, smoothing down a messy spot of Kiku's hair.
The smaller man nodded. "Alright.." Heracles smiled and got into the driver's seat of his car. Kiku went around and climbed into the passenger seat, immediately putting on his seat belt. Heracles smiled at him, putting on his own seatbelt.
"It was a fun party, wasn't it?" Kiku nodded. "Especially when Gilbert convinced that one blonde boy to get drunk," Heracles chuckled, starting the car. "I have never seen Elizabeta with that bad of a nosebleed."
Kiku didn't reply. Heracles smiled at him again, and began to drive down the road, occasionally casting small glances at Kiku.
After a few minutes, they were out of the town. He
GiriPan - A Thousand Paper CranesThis was silly. It really was, Japan thought, as he found his box of origami paper. He really wasn't the superstitious type, not really the sort of person to believe legends. However, this was different.GiriPan - A Thousand Paper Cranes in Short Stories More Like This
It was just after World War II. During the war, he had lost contact -- and possibly friendship -- with many nations he had previously been close to. One in particular.
Greece. Truthfully - and he'd only admit it to himself - he missed the cat-loving nation. He wanted to be able to sit in the field, like they did before the war.
So Japan decided he would wish for it.
A legend of his said that if you folded 999 paper cranes, made a wish on the 999th, and then folded one more, your wishes would come true.
And that was where he found himself now. Sitting at his kotatsu table with his box of origami paper.
Japan began folding, figuring he could get done by sundown if he went fast. He sighed. "I must be insane..." he muttered.
After a little while, an hour at most, he had about 75 done. He p
PruCan - Forever And AlwaysI sat alone on the couch inside Canada's home, absentmindedly staring at the television, which was turned onto the news. It mentioned something about a child dying of cancer, a few things about America and Mexico Things about fraud and about the economy I couldn't remember anything about what the news said, really; I was waiting ever so patiently for Canada to come back home. Earlier today, I had read through one of my most recent diaries(Mind you! Men as awesome as me can have diaries!), and I was reminded of everything Canada has been doing with me, what he was doing for me. He basically saved me from disappearing from existence. Well I did technically disappear after my land was divided among the other countries, but after a while, Canada had brought me back by letting me live with him as a town in his country; though I didn't want to live in the town of New Prussia itself, because theres barely any buildings and all you do there is probably farming. I'm not a farmer. So IPruCan - Forever And Always in Short Stories More Like This
Warm Hearts 1 - GerItaSummary: Germany loves Italy, and Italy loves Germany. Why? There were so many reasons...Warm Hearts 1 - GerIta in Romance More Like This
Pairing: GerIta (Germany/N. Italy)
I love Ludwig.
I know there are many people, like my brother, who look at us and wonder why we're together. What could I possibly want in a strict and controlled German like him?
But they don't know everything. They don't know that he always welcomes me with a smile however small when he sees me at the door. Or that he always has room for me in his bed when I get scared by a nightmare or the loud noises of a storm.
Even though he always has that stern demeanor around others, when it's just us he never tries to hide his smiles from me. No matter how small they are I always know he is just happy to spend this time with me, as I am with him. I smile enough for the both of us anyway.
His strong arms are my heaven. When I'm worried or scared or just want to relax, his arms are open before I even ask, sometimes before I even know I need them
A Ring on His FingerSummary: Germany wakes up and finds an engagement ring on his finger. Cue fluff.A Ring on His Finger in Romance More Like This
Germany woke to the bright sunlight of morning. He sat up and stretched, reveling in the feeling of knowing today was his day off. He may love to work, but even he could admit he needed a break every now and then.
Ludwig glanced over at the empty side of the bed and sighed. It was such a shame that Feli had to work today. Usually they had the same days off, but Feliciano's boss had called the night before and almost demanded he come to work. Oh well, he could certainly manage to entertain himself for a day.
He rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he went to the mirror and started shaving. He couldn't stand stubble, and neither could Feliciano. Neither of them liked the scratchy feel of it against their skin.
Of course, that never stopped Feliciano from always stealing shaving cream and making
MorningSummary: Germany wakes up pinned under several bodies. He is not amused. Fluff.Morning in Romance More Like This
Pairings: GerIta, Spamano. Prussia & France friendship.
Germany groaned as he came to. His head was pounding, and his limbs felt rather heavy. He tried to shift away from the sliver of light coming through the curtains, but found that he couldn't move anything except his head.
'Ugh, Italy must have snuck into my bed again...'
He reluctantly opened his eyes, but instead of being met with Feliciano's brown locks his eyes found disheveled silver instead. He sputtered as Gilbert snuggled into his right arm.
"G-Gilbert, what are you doing in my bed?!"
Bleary crimson eyes were revealed as his eyelids fluttered open. "Hmm? Why are you in my bed, West? You haven't come here since you were little."
Germany glared and tried to free his arm, but Prussia only gripped it harder. He gave up and just left it where it was.
"You are in my bed, Gilbert."
"Huh?" He glanced around. "So I am."
ViolationSummary: France is groping Spain's bodacious booty. Romano is not pleased.Violation in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Spain/S. Italy, Spamano
It was his.
That beautiful, rounded, so-pert-it-defied-gravity ass was his.
And Francis was touching it.
No not touching. Groping.
His hand was rather full, and Antonio was obviously embarrassed and fearful; he had that special shade of red that meant Romano was about to shell out a serious ass-whooping. But Francis continued groping what belonged to him, apparently oblivious to the suddenly tense atmosphere at the dinner table. Amazing, what a few glasses of champagne could do to the man.
The other nations, however, knew exactly what was about to go down. He could see it in their awkward but eager glances among each other. Well, who was he to deny a good show?
He calmly put down his silverware, making sure to push his pasta safely out of the path of destruction. He then calmly walked over to Francis' chair, stopping behind him just as Sp
Mistletoe Dinner -GerIta-Summary: It's Ludwig's turn to host Christmas dinner, when he and Feliciano get caught under the mistletoe. What follows is a bit of a surprise to the other nations.Mistletoe Dinner -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Germany/N. Italy
Laughter filtered through the slightly open door, and Ludwig smiled a bit. He had been chosen as the host for this year's Christmas get together, and all their friends were gathered in his dining room as he and Feliciano bustled around the kitchen. A few others had tried to get in to help, but were quickly dissuaded by the reactions of the two countries. A wooden spoon and baster could be very effective weapons.
"Hey, West! Is the food done yet?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes and called back, "Almost! Just a few minutes more!"
Feliciano spun and handed him a platter with the appetizers. "Here, Ludwig. Bring these in while I put the finishing touches on the dinner."
He carefully balanced the platter as he pushed open the door. "Will you be fine with the "
"Ve, of course I'll be fine! I've
The Long Road HomeSummary: Germany, knowing he is condemned to the camps anyway, attempts to kill Hitler. He fails, and is sent to the camps. After he is freed by the Allies, Feliciano helps him heal.The Long Road Home in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Germany/N. Italy
The two brothers were silent as they watched the speech through the open window. They could hear the cheers as Hitler rallied the crowd mostly soldiers, but some civilians and renewed their faltering hope for the cause.
Germany watched as his people hailed the monster that was tearing them apart. His brother turned from the window, unwilling to watch as they dug themselves deeper. Prussia took a step away to go where, he didn't know but was stopped by his brother's voice.
"Bruder, how far are you willing to go to help me?"
Prussia turned to his brother, confused. "What do you mean 'how far'? You know I'd give everything to help you. That's never changed."
Germany kept his gaze fixed on the rally as he said, "I mean, if I to
Dance With MeSummary: The other nations don't think Germany has enough passion to dance. He proves them wrong. GerIta, mentions of Russia/America.Dance With Me in Romance More Like This
The club was dim, but that was how they wanted it. The nations had opted for a more intimate atmosphere for their traditional get-together after the World Meeting, and when Spain had suggested this dance club they had pounced on the idea.
The only particularly bright spot was the large dance floor in the middle of the room. The place was reasonably crowded, and so was the dance floor. The lights illuminated the couples, locked in the passionate dances of Spanish ballroom.
The dancers swayed back and forth, teasing each other with a sway of the hips or flick of the hand. The nations watched with interest.
"You know Spain, I never realized just how passionate and tantalizing your dances are," England commented as he swirled his drink in his hand.
"Si!" Spain smiled as he sipped his drink, "You need to know your partner intimately and be passionate w
Warm Hearts 2 - FrUKSummary: Arthur loves Francis, and Francis loves Arthur. Why? Well, that's a good question...Warm Hearts 2 - FrUK in Romance More Like This
He's bloody annoying.
Sometimes he just acts like a complete idiot. Always striping at the first chance he gets, and trying to get me naked in public. Always making fun of my food. Always ignoring me when I say I'm a gentleman and shouldn't do such-and-such thing. Usually, he just goes ahead with whatever he was trying to get me to do in the first place which often involves sexual molestation of some kind. Just being an all around annoying prat.
But... I love him.
I can honestly say I don't know what's wrong with me. The man's an absolute nuisance. Maybe my head hit the deck a few too many times back in my sea days. Maybe Alfred's right and those scones are dangerous to my health. Either way, I love him.
Sure, he's been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember. Sure, he has absolutely no sense of propriety. But he's an absolute s
Mine -RusAme-Summary: Alfred is late for a World Meeting. When Belarus walks in and claims his place, all hell breaks loose.Mine -RusAme- in Romance More Like This
America was late.
Now that wasn't unusual. Alfred was almost always late to world meetings. As a matter of fact, if he was early then you needed to worry. He was never early.
But he was also never two hours late.
Five minutes, sure. Fifteen minutes, pushing his limit. But two hours? Never.
The other nations shifted restlessly in their seats. Without Alfred there, the meeting felt... off. Germany sighed and was about to admit defeat and call for a break when the conference room doors opened.
All the nations reflexively turned to the door. Belarus walked in and paused, surveying the seated nations. Russia pushed his chair back a little.
"W-what are you doing here, Belarus?"
She smirked and walked toward the table. "I'm only taking my seat, brother. Alfred is indisposed at the moment." She sat directly across from Ivan
Warm Hearts 3 - PruAusSummary: Austria loves Prussia. Prussia loves Austria. Damned if they know why...Warm Hearts 3 - PruAus in Romance More Like This
The man is my complete opposite.
He's loud, brash, and doesn't appreciate real music. He doesn't know how to dress and is constantly harassing me at inappropriate times.
We spent centuries fighting each other, and yet today finds us as lovers.
I don't even know how it happened. The wars ended and so did his country, but he still remained. He flitted between my house and Ludwig's, getting even more in our way and being even more of an annoyance than before. He soon started spending more time at my place, eventually spending almost all his time there.
Eventually I realized that he had moved into my home without my notice. He slept in my guest room almost every night and had his own dresser of clothes in there as well. The guest bathroom had been overrun with his products and the kitchen stocked with his favorite foods.
I was baffled. How had I not noticed him slowly cont
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10Bright and early the very next morning, Lovino had just woken up and already back to work. His younger twin came in shortly after, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano nodded and took a seat next to his bust brother, humming an up-beat tune of a familiar song. Lovino was going to stop him, but thought against it since he quite enjoyed that song. An hour and a hal;f flew by and it was now 10:45 in the morning. Soon, Lovino's paperwork and Feliciano's humming were brought to a stop when they heared a familiar voice at the door.
They looked up and Lovino tilted his head to the side.
"Yao? Aren't you here a little early?"
"Meh...I figured the earlier the better."
The older Italian crossed his arms and offered the older, yet smaller, Chinese man a seat.
"So, what would you like to discuss?"
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12Within minutes, everybody was down in the meeting room, talking to each other to try to figure out what the big emergency is. Lovino and Feliciano took their seat, looking at their curious Mafia. Antonio and Ludwig were curious as well. Alfred sat up, eyeing Lovino.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the deal, Boss?"
The older Italian looked at his brother, then back at everybody else and sighed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in serious trouble. We are currently $30,000 in debt, without paying it back we end up in jail. All of us. I know you're thinking 'No problem, you just have to pay it back', thing is, we can't. We don't have the money to pay it back."
Antonio's eyes widened and noticed pure sadness and a few tears falling from Lovino.
"As for me and Veneziano...we'll be killed for being in charge... It has been fun, all of you made this Mafia happen not me and Veneziano... You all are amazing, and we'll never see each other again... I'm sorry..."
Alfred stood and slammed his hands on the table.
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9Later on, around noon or so, Lovino was back in is office, working constantly again. His cheery twin was running to a few places for him with Ludwig and Gilbert. Lovino let out a sigh and noticed Belgium at the door.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, what is it?"
"Um... Mr.Wang is on the line he wants to speak with you..."
The Italian stopped working and picked up the phone smiling.
"Ni hao, Lovino. How have you been, aru?"
"Actually, not too great."
"Oh, why? What happened?"
"A certain Russian we know beat the hell outta me and I've been out of it for a couple days."
"Ouch. Been there, done that. Ivan's always been that way, aru."
"Anything I can do?"
"Well, he'll listen to you. Keep him out of Italy, okay?"
"Sure thing. Of course my sadist Russian love will listen to me."
"I can't believe you're still with him...Anyhow, was there and particular reason you called?"
"Ummm....Oh! I have a flight in a few hours. I'm coming for visit. There's something I have to discuss with you in person."
"Oh, really? A
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15Today was Christmas morning, Lovino and Antonio woke up around the same time and joined everybody else in the main room. Ludwig was telling everybody what they should prepare.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, Canada you start the turkey and ham, America you make the sides, and Veneziano and bruder you two can start dessert."
Arthur walked up.
"Should I help America?"
Alfred looked at his small English lover and kissed his forehead.
"I think it's best that you stay out of the kitchen, Iggy."
The English man pouted a little bit, then kissed his lover lightly and sat next to Antonio.
"Good morning, where's Mr. Romano?"
"I think he's in there with Veneziano. Oh! By the way, feliz navidad England."
"Merry Christmas, Spain."
They hugged slightly like friends would and turned on the T.V. Absolutly nothing but Christmas specials, so Antonio just shrugged and chose any random one.
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a c
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13Once the couple reached Italy, they walked inside holding hands. Lovino was wearing a huge smile on his face. When the rest of the mafia noticed them, they all stood up looking at them with curious faces. Feliciano jumped over to his brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are now officially out of debt!"
The younger Italian smiled and hugged his older twin. Lovino eventually let go of his younger brother and turned to Antonio.
"It's all thanks to you, Spain. We don't have to seperated now.''
Lovino hugged the Spanish man tightly with a few tears falling.
Antonio just smiles while the rest of the mafia clapped and cheered on the Spanish man's behalf. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets.
They all turned around to face the American.
"It's Christmas Eve. This could count as Spain's present to us, right?"
England stepped up and held Alfred's hand.
"Of course, you git."
The Italian twins spoke in unison.
One by one, everybody came up to Antonio. Thanking him and huggi
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 Later on that night, the storm was already progessing. Lovino sat on the windowsill of his bedroom window, just gazing at the sight. Antonio, sitting on the bed, gazing at Lovino. The young Italian let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to his Spanish lover. Antonio smiled and kissed Lovino's cheek. The Italian smiled a little and glared the older man.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The storm's getting worse. I just hope we don't lose po-"
The Italian was cut off by a loud crash of thunder and all the lights in the building cutting off.
Lovino crossed his arms and sat there in almost pitch darkness. All of a sudden his bedroom door flew open.
Lovino was tackled by his obviously terrified twin. Feliciano buried his face in his older brother's chest, letting a few tears fall.
"F-Fratello.... I-I'm scared...."
Ludwig walked in shortly after, sitting next to the Italians.
"Feliciano, it's alright...."
The younger Italian remained silent.
SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1"So, you're Antonio."SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young Italian smirked, glaring atthe Spanish man then to his younger twin brother.
"Well, what do you think fratello?"
"I like him. He seems nice."
''We're not looking for nice, we want trustworthy."
The older Italian looked back over to the nervous Spanish man.
''Can we trust you?"
"Hmmm, I'm still not fully convinced. Yet, you do have an impressive background. I think you're Mafia material."
"G-Gracias. I assure you I won't let you down."
"Of course you'll need a name."
"What the others will call you to keep you safe. To makethe names easy to remember, we call them by what country they're from. You will be Spain, understand?"
"Si. What should I call you two?"
"I'm Romano and he's Veneziano."
Spain nodded, gazing into Romano's light brown eyes. The mature Italian's smirk disappeared.
"Please do keep in mind that if you betray us and I'll personally kill you myself."
Spain's eyes widend and he gulped nervously.
"S-Si. I understand."
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 Romano looked away.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I did it b-because....I-I...."
"You can tell me."
"I'd rather not."
Spain gave Romano and innocent look and he fell victim for it.
"Because I-I kinda like you..."
Spain smiled, his fingers still intertwined with the Italian's.
"I knew you did. You never actually acted like you hated me, so I just thought you didn't."
Romano looked back over at the Spanish man.
"Do you hate me?"
"Of course not! I really like you."
The small Italian blushed and sat up in his bed. He leaned forward and hugged the older man.
"I never thought anybody besides my brother liked me. After I yelled at you, I was so afraid you'd hate me."
"I can't hate you. You're too adorable, especially when you sleep."
"You're such a creep."
They both smiled, then looked at each other still in each other's arms.
"You should smile more often, Romano. You're so cute."
Romano and Spain were still holding hands. Then the Italian spoke up,
-P-RUSSIASummary: It's another mundane day at the World Conference. Prussia spots Finland in the hallway after the meeting and ends up hatching a hair-brained scheme to conquer Finland's lower region.-P-RUSSIA in Humor More Like This
An Awesome Grand Scheme.
The stagnant air inside the stuffy conference room had been filled with the monotonous drone of Britain's voice for what seemed like hours now as he reviewed his newly-introduced policy concerning his country's financial revenue (or something along those lines) for the second time and counting. Prussia had lost the ability of making sense of his fellow nation's speech what felt like ages ago, his arm propped against the professional-appearing conference table serving as the sole thing keeping his head from smacking against its polished surface that suspiciously glinted up at him. The limited number of lined pieces of paper given to him before the conference by his brother lay innocently in front of him, all filled with random
Total EclipseSummary: Request fill for artemisfowlaep5. A startling discovery on the Internet prompts Spain to hop into action with only a fifteen minute span of time to complete his 'mission.' Short & sweet Spamano fluffy fluff.Total Eclipse in Romance More Like This
One hand cradled Spain's cheek as emerald eyes surveyed the web page that filled the dinosaur that was his computer monitor, flitting here and there over small-print Spanish captioning an artful picture of a solar eclipse, recently painted by a citizen of the country that he so proudly personified. His face unintentionally loomed closer and closer to the screen as he clicked to expand the article: it is projected that a solar eclipse will take place over parts of Spain today, at approximately 4 pm, for four minutes at most. A solar eclipse occurs when By the time that Spain had gotten to that part of the sentence, the tip of his nose contacted static-electrified screen, Arial font blurred past the point of legibi
Peeps, Paperwork, and PrussiaSummary: Finland finds himself faced with a daunting pile of paperwork accompanied by a little package of marshmallow Peeps one afternoon after the World Conference. Prussia walks in on him eating one. Rated for language and fluffy SuFin shounen-ai.Peeps, Paperwork, and Prussia in Humor More Like This
One Afternoon, After the World Conference...
One hand cupped Finland's cheek as he leaned into his bent elbow balanced on the conference table in front of him. A neat stack of typed paperwork stood off to his left, accompanied by a shrink-wrapped cardboard container holstering five brilliant, dandelion-hued marshmallows molded into the shape of canaries. Somehow, the novelty treat perturbed the meek blonde: he would have trashed them if anyone but Sweden had given them to him. Seeking just about any outlet that would allow him to procrastinate on his workjust for five minutes, tops, he reminded himselfhe brandished the plastic-encased snack, his hand leaving his face to grip his ballpoint pen like a shiv and thrust
Melt My IceSummary: "What the hell am I doing... out here in the frigid snow..." Austria finds himself walking through snow in an unknown country. A comrade discovers him as he passes out from fatigue. RusxAus, sad in beginning but WAFF later, intentional plot hole.Melt My Ice in Romance More Like This
What the hell am I doing out here in the frigid snow ?
A man garbed in cerulean shuffled through the infinite, barren snow that stretched as far as he could see in front of him. Shadows of turmoil and turbulence adorned his dark violet eyes; his dignity had long since abandoned him. His usually-styled auburn hair hung limply in front of his face, though his ahoge stuck skyward as always. Silver-framed glasses bounced against the bridge of his nose, threatening to fall. Flurries of snow nipped his exposed skin, tingling his fingertips and face. His vision blurred as he trudged through the frozen wasteland, his mind searching its fathomless depths to find the reason wh
This Little Land of Mine Ch. 1Summary: Washington is a rather curious state - he's looking for America one day but instead discovers Virginia and decides to ask him about something he had overheard about Virginia's history, something never covered in any history book. Britain/OC, DL;DR.This Little Land of Mine Ch. 1 in Drama More Like This
Washington, D.C., November 2011
"Who's that over there, sitting in the window? That's not America, is it?" A clear, rounded voice broke the silence that had pervaded in the hallway for a few short moments.
"No, no, Washington. That's Virginia: he looks a lot like America, however, doesn't he? His history is deeply entwined with America's adolescence... Pray tell, why were you looking for America?" A different voice this time, moderately toned and embellished with a distinct English accent, a voice that hadn't changed even over the course of the four long centuries that the boy perched upon the windowsill in question had known Great Britain.
"I wanted to ask him about a few things, but
PruCan: WMDSummary: Canada finds himself in the remains of a town that has been ravaged by fire, almost mortally wounded. He pleads for someone to save him as a familiar albino discovers him in the middle of what used to be a church. PruCan fluff Shounen-Ai.PruCan: WMD in Drama More Like This
Prologue: Ember Explosion.
The waning gibbous moon and infinitesimal stars had been staunched that night by the opaque charcoal smoke that trailed heavenward and coagulated into an impenetrable fog. Magnificent scarlet flames that had fully engulfed the miniscule town hours earlier were just now beginning to fizzle out, charring buildings and corpses of those that lacked the agility to flee. Choked sobs punctuated the tense air that reeked of ash and iron as a pair of bespectacled, azure-violet eyes that belonged to an adolescent surveyed the wreckage. He stood in the center of what had been a church, head tilted skyward to gaze into the face of a porcelain saint that remained unscarred by the wildfire. Her eternally stoic eyes seemed
Drabbletalia: CanUkr// Pairing: CanUkr. (Canada/Ukraine.)Drabbletalia: CanUkr in Romance More Like This
// Rating: K
// Summary: Canada didn't notice that someone had been watching the exchange between himself and Spain. Part two of "Drabbletalia: International Free Hug Day." Fluff.
Chapter Title: International Free Hug Day Redux.
Canada tried to shake off the frown that tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he found it nigh impossible to do so. He figured that he should've been used to it by now, that feeling of rejection and of being forgotten, but every time a country mistook him for America, or brushed past him as if he didn't exist, that feeling would come back to smack him in the face. Every time.
He glanced around for his polar bear, who was trudging through the gaggle of countries (probably in search of food or entertainment), and just as he began to step away from the spot where Spain abandoned him
the gentlest of taps on his shoulder froze him in his tracks.
America's Suicidal DepressionThe year is 1865. America is sitting in a tree in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, reminiscing about the current war that has plagued his country for the last five years when Canada discovers him.America's Suicidal Depression in General Fiction More Like This
Rays of pure sunlight shimmered across the untouched blanket of snow that buried the dead saffron grass, attempting to penetrate the layer of frost that shrouded the States. A golden-haired adolescent perched in a low-hanging willow tree, its muscular trunks gnarled and twisted from enduring countless centuries of Nature's abuse. Despondent dodger blue eyes scanned the pristine expanse of land that stretched out farther than the eye could see. Argentine glasses roosted on top of his head, barely touching the characteristic ahoge that pointed skyward defiantly, never to lay flush with the rest of his choppy, dirty blonde hair. His gaze rose to a faraway sign adorning a hill to the east; bolded charcoal words that welcomed citizens of the teenage country
Bad Puns and MoustachesSummary: America comes up with a silly plan that involves the use of a terrible pun and Romano's moustache. Quick little oneshot, total fluff. US/UK.Bad Puns and Moustaches in Romance More Like This
A huge pearly grin adorned America's face as he crossed the spacious conference room, converging on the thin Italian standing beside the happy-go-lucky Spaniard who busied himself with munching on a tomato. "Romano!" the caramel-haired nation called as he prodded the hot-headed Italian's shoulder, "I have a huge favor to ask you!"
Romano's distinct curl bobbed in the air as he spun on his heel, one umber brow arched in inquiry. "What do you want, America?"
"Can I borrow your moustache for a while?" America's smile seemed to widen with anticipation.
Romano's hand darted into the pocket of his jeans and rummaged around for a bit before withdrawing a bushy moustache complete with Italian-esque curls at its ends and handing it over to America. "Don't get any hamburgers or whatever
Soviet RedSummary: Russia didn't want to be a part of the Soviet Union, much less run it. He discovers who he truly is through a fight with Prussia. Rated for violence/gore/language. Summary sucks, story is much better. Russia x Latvia. This is pretty much my take on history from the Cold War onward. Very LOOSELY interpreted.~ Don't take this seriously.Soviet Red in General Fiction More Like This
Divide and conquer. Become the strongest in the world. That is your sole purpose.
A hulking man garbed in a navy blue military overcoat with crimson and gold embellishments, matching pants, beige scarf and earth-hued steel-toed boots stood over the squirming brunette under his foot, the frozen snow crackling and popping in protest as a colossal weight pushed the other into the ground. The swirling wind on that subzero December morning blew the uniformed man's ash blonde hair out of his clouded amethyst eyes as he pointed a double-barreled shotgun in-between the sienna-haired man's eyes, a childish but sadistically-sweet smi
Copper Curl Part XA/N: Yes. Hitler makes an appearance in this chapter. Remember, this is all taking place during World War II! I also realize that WWII and Hitler are very touchy subjects, so this is just a small warning for mild ideologically sensitive material. And this is the last chapter! Though there is going to be an epilogue! Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed this story. It really means a lot to me.Copper Curl Part X in Romance More Like This
Germany was nervous. His palms were sweaty as he stood before the fuehrer. He gulped as he took in his boss's cold expression. Germany knew that he hadn't been keeping up with what has been happening in the war lately, and he felt absolutely ashamed. All because of a certain Italian nation, he had let himself forget that they were in the middle of a war.
Germany always prided himself on choosing duty over want. He had always believed that he was the one to make the most sensible decision. And in the course of about a week, he had completely let it go. So, now facing the fuehrer's emotio
Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic requestWell, here you go sweetepie365! ! I hope you like it.Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic request in Romance More Like This
Yes, this is a Spamano songfic to the song "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Enjoy!!
It is cold. So cold.
I can't feel anything but the biting, whirling ice that eats away at my open wounds as it pounds mercilessly on me, the wind whistling in my ears, taunting me, telling me that I have failed.
I have been reduced to nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am crawling on my hands and knees, the icy snow rubbing against my already pale flesh.
Crawling like a lowlife. A piece of filth.
I've lost it all. Everything.
Everyone I had the slightest care about has been stripped away. All of my hope has been broken. My desire to live has been shattered.
I'm still crawling. I'm still crawling, constantly in broken motion, gritting my teeth as the never ending plethora of ice crystals shoots from the sky.
I need to find him.
Because, something tells me that he's still here.
What Makes You Beautiful: Spamano Songfic RequestWell, here is your songfic EmiChan-77!!! I'm sorry that it took longer than I expected!!!! I seriously hate normal life sometimes.What Makes You Beautiful: Spamano Songfic Request in Romance More Like This
Song belongs to "One Direction." Enjoy!!!
There he is again.
No, not Feli.
The older one.
The one with the darker hair, the tanner skin, the bright hazel eyes.
The one who always wears a scowl on his face as he looks at the ground, never meeting the gaze of anyone, never greeting his peers, his lips always set in a flat line.
Si, that one.
Antonio stares at him, his green eyes widening, and his stomach fluttering slightly.
Francis nudges him and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like someone's in love," The French boy says, a lewd smile present on his face.
"I don't even get why you like him. I mean yeah, the kid's really hot, but he doesn't seem that fun to be around," Gilbert remarks with a shrug as he glances at the Italian, who lifts his head to give the cafeteria a quick once over, before sulking toward an empty
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"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 2Meg ran her hand over the smooth skin of her stomach. It was still flat. Thank God for that.Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 2 in Romance More Like This
But she knew that it wouldn't remain this way for long. The thought made her chest clench unpleasantly.
Images of herself bloated up like a balloon swam through her head. Maybe people would notice her then, eh?
She collapsed backwards on her bed, still in a state of numb shock. She knew that the hysteria would hit her later, but as of now, she couldn't think straight.
Meg Williams was pregnant.
She never thought that this kind of thing would happen to her. After all, she was one of those more naïve, innocent girls who blushed whenever someone made a slightly suggestive joke, covered her eyes when there was a sex scene in a PG-13 movie, and couldn't talk in front of an attractive guy to save her life. She was also one of those moral girls who gasped at the thought of underage drinking and the use of illegal substances.
It's funny how the world works how someone as innocent an
Copper Curl Part IXAs usual, sleep didn't come easily for Germany. Romano's words tumbled around his head like an unstoppable and extremely annoying bowling ball. Since when did that tomato-loving dummkopf get so meaningful? Is it even legal for someone as unpleasant as him to give out relationship advice? And yet, Germany couldn't help but cling on to those words. He didn't understand why, but a lot of what Romano had said made a lot of sense.Copper Curl Part IX in Romance More Like This
He was Germany! When he loved someone, he wasn't supposed to just let them roll around in their own shit and misery. He had to go over there and do his best to fix it. Germany always had to clean up the mess that Italy left whether it be dropping some bread crumbs or tomato sauce on the floor, or getting him out of jail at one of the allied force's places. So why was he backing out now? This all has to be fixable, right?
But how would he fix it? Is he supposed to go in there and talk to him? Try and be gentle? Listen to him? Hug him? Kiss him? Germany felt hi
Copper Curl Part VIII"Kesesese, I knew that you couldn't handle your alcohol as well as I can!"Copper Curl Part VIII in Romance More Like This
Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
Copper Curl Part IIGermany tapped his foot nervously. Despite the generally comfortable atmosphere, his body felt outrageously stiff with unease. He gazed at his empty plate that was set neatly in front of him. His warped reflection glinted back at him from the shining surface of the white plate and he grimaced. Now that Germany thought more about it, he realized that he was rather touched that the usually irritating nation was going through all this trouble to make him dinner.Copper Curl Part II in Romance More Like This
Even if it was the usual pasta.
Yet the usually comfortable and casual air was strangely sharp as Germany felt his breath growing shallower with each second. Why had that strange moment between he and Italy affected him so? For all he knew, his mind could've just synthesized those images.
But no. That wasn't it. Those images were lucid, yet illusive at the same time. They struck a strange chord of familiarity in Germany's mind. A sense of strange unnerving familiarity that could only be obtained through a sort of memory.
Did he ju
Copper Curl Part IGermany's eye was twitching.Copper Curl Part I in Romance More Like This
Not to mention that his temple was pulsing and his fists were clenching.
" and then I'll make a pasta shaped like the Leaning Tower of Pisa! Wouldn't that be great? And then I could show it to big brother Spain and he could add the tomatoes to it to make it better "
On and on and on.
Veh this and veh that and pasta up and pizza down.
Germany can only handle Italy for so long before completely snapping and capitulating into a huge shouting spree that involves explicit curse words that combine a strange dialect of Deutsche and some other made up language.
"I'll also add a pizza! There's nothing better than pizza and pasta. Even the sausages from your place cannot compete with it! Don't hit me for saying that, because the sausages do taste good. Far better than the English food "
Germany started to breathe in and out, determined not to look in the face of the irritating nation. He could not stand to look at that huge dazzling smile, stupid red-b
Something About Him - Part One (Romano X fem!Spain"Dios Mio, I'm so sorry! Seriously, I did not mean for that to happen!"Something About Him - Part One (Romano X fem!Spain in Romance More Like This
Isabel Carriedo's eyes were wide as she looked up from the creamy, fruity mess on the floor, and into the angry eyes of Mr. Mason. His graying hair and curling lip did not make the Spanish woman feel any better about her current predicament.
"That is the fifth time you have let your clumsiness hinder you, Miss Carriedo; are you aware that that means you have to not only clean up the mess you made, but you have to keep your customer waiting because you are obligated to make another one? All because of your carelessness?" Mr. Mason's voice had that unpleasant mix between a squealing pig, and a growling dog. Yes, it was a weird combination, but there was no other way to put it.
"Lo siento, Senor; I will not let it happen again, I promise," Isabel reassured him, nodding her head fervently, as if to prove to him that nodding was an indication of sincerity. The Spanish woman felt rather ashamed of herself. She had always
If It's Love ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Mcdonalds. Or their awesome old playgrounds that no longer exist because life sucks.If It's Love ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If It's Love
Chapter One: And unexpected growth spurt
Lovino sits on a swing in front of McDonalds kicking up the dirt in front of him angrily. Why? Because if he can't kick Feliciano in the face, he will kick the dirt instead. Earlier today the little bastard had begged and pleaded for Lovino to join him in the park since his boyfriend, Ludwig, was busy. Lovino of course gave in, but as soon as he arrived, what did he see? Feliciano clinging to his stupid boyfriend.
Lovino continues his self-pitying and assault on the dirt beneath him until he hears a strange noise. He looks around and sees no one else at the park. Figuring it's his imagination, he continues with what he was doing. Until he hears it again. Listening closer, he realizes the sound is that of a crying boy inside the h
Dirty Desire Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Dirty Desire by Utada HikaruDirty Desire Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: There's something growing inside me
Lovino has been bothered. Very, very bothered. Last week he met a strange guy who ran a café he likes for their amazing cappuccino's, his name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Granted, he was annoying and way too friendly, but Lovino has never seen anyone so fucking hot. Unbelievably hot. He thinks about him day and night, especially night. Just thinking about him makes Lovino's face heat up. Among other things.
It's all just WRONG. Being so attracted to someone is horrible and a waste of time. And, at the moment, very unprofessional. Why unprofessional? Lovino is currently at work. He got a job last summer working for his stupid brother's bastard of a boyfriend who always smells like potatoes. The job isn't big, he's just a 'lackey' (he refuses to say secretary) for Lu
Infamous ch.1InfamousInfamous ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: A reunion
Lovino Vargas is a simple guy. He isn't into great things like fame or fans, not like his younger brother Feliciano. Much to their mother's joy, Feliciano took to stardom with ease. While Lovino was forced into it when he was around six, being put in an embarrassing child show he'd rather forget, Feliciano jumped into it by age five with shows and musicals. Feliciano is now fifteen and a famous actor, even dating his manager Ludwig Beilschmidt, much to Lovino's annoyance.
Luckily their youngest brother Marcello is still safe. Since Lovino and Feliciano earned the keep and had their mother living in luxury, Marcello got to have a normal childhood; if you count going to see your big brothers acting normal. He goes to school, has normal friends, and even a boyfriend of his own, a normal boy from his class.
"Fratello~!" Feliciano calls, running to the living room where Lovino
If It's Love Ch.2If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: A Guardian Angel
Lovino stares at Antonio annoyed. It hasn't been two hours since the man got there and he's already making himself at home; using the shower without really asking, raiding the fridge and cupboards, and finally stealing the remote. The bastard has a lot of nerve. "So how long does this adult thing last?" He asks annoyed and Antonio smiles at him.
"I will stay an adult forever as soon as you say you love me." Antonio answers before frowning a little. "But if you don't I will go back to being five and I won't remember you "
"How long until that happens?"
Lovino sighs. "You want to maybe I don't know explain how the hell a fairy made you an adult?"
Antonio smiles again. "Of course! You see, when you left I was still upset! I was upset aaaalllll night and was sent to bed without dinner. When I was crying in my room he came."
A Helping Hand Ch.6A Helping HandA Helping Hand Ch.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Six: A Visitor
Antonio yawns and climbs out of bed exhausted. He was up all night with Lovino playing an epic game of Wii Tennis, followed by Wii Baseball and golf and then Wii Pacman. They played pretty much every game that Lovino could think of so he could win; which he never did.
"Such a sore loser." He says to himself, a goofy grin on his face as he remembers the pouts Lovino made and the frustrated attacks towards him with pillows. "He's so cute when he's angry~"
"Isn't he though? The way his eyes darken with anger and his cheeks get all flushed and puffed out." A boy says, standing beside Antonio as he waters his plants.
"Yeah, and how he will start cursing in Italian, calling me things I don't-" Antonio stops himself and looks to the boy next to him in shock. The boy was obviously a young teen, and obviously related to Lovino. Their hairstyle was similar, minus the colo
A Helping Hand Ch.4A Helping HandA Helping Hand Ch.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: A Day Off
Antonio wakes up with a large grin on his face. Today he's spending with Lovino, but not like every other day he spends with him. No, today will be much different. Rather than seeing each other simply in the house and café or discussing business, they will be going around town and discussing other things. Maybe Antonio will even get some more information about Lovino out of the boy.
"Lovi~! Time to get up~!" Antonio calls, heading to Lovino's room.
"Do! Not! Open that door!" Lovino yells from the other side of the door, kicking it for emphasis. "You're not accosting me in my own damn room again!"
"Awww, you think of it as your room! You really are getting comfortable here!" Antonio teases, reveling in the stutters he hears from the other end.
"D-damnit! Go make breakfast you asshole!" Lovino hisses.
"Whatever you want~!" Antonio says, heading downstairs to
There's a thief in the palace Ch.10Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaThere's a thief in the palace Ch.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There's a Theif in the Palace
Chapter Ten: And he's finally back
Sadly, despite Týr's wishes, Im Yong Soo hasn't left. He's been here for a month. Even worse than this is the fact that Týr is actually starting to warm up to him. Not to the touching, of course, but to just hanging out with him. Im Yong Soo is friendly and outgoing and has brought Týr on interesting 'adventures' at least once a week. He still can't stop thinking of Li Xiao, though. While Im Yong Soo is nice and fun, he is nothing compared to Li Xiao in Týr's eyes.
"Hey! Hey! Prince Týr, I was wondering " Im Yong Soo begins, looking at Týr with a childish smile. "Have you kissed anyone?" He asks innocently and Týr tenses up in his seat.
"Wh-why do you ask ?" Týr mumbles and Im Yong Soo pouts.
"Because I heard that you were always kissing your old guard. Before he ran away
Misinterpreted Kindness Ch.2Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaMisinterpreted Kindness Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: A loyal customer
Týr stayed with Li Xiao all night until his shift was over, as the man had predicted. It was interesting, and Li Xiao was very kind, smart, and admittedly handsome. Then again, he's pretty sure that Sadiq wouldn't choose a man who is mean, or dumb, and definitely not ugly for his host club. Li Xiao went out of his way to help him. Something Týr is not used to in the least.
He was even gonna bring Týr home, but they ran into Berwald on their way out and he quickly offered to take Týr himself. Li Xiao even looked a bit disappointed. Or maybe that was Týr's imagination. Needless to say, he can't get the guy out of his head. All night and so far today he has been thinking of him, coming up with things to say and do next time he saw him. If he ever saw him again, since he's too young to really
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Pirate's Treasure
Chapter One: His royal merman
Mermaids are beautiful creatures, no matter the gender. They, like most living things, have a sort of hierarchy. It consists of royalty, high class, middle class, all those that are in human societies. The main difference between them and humans, aside from the water and tails, are their royalty. Unlike human royalty, mermaid royalty have earned their crown.
In their blood lies special abilities; their tears create the most valuable jewels on land and water, and they are able to go on land by sprouting legs. For many years a common misconception was their inability to come on land, then they thought all of them were capable of it. It was only a few years ago, when a merman from the waters of northern Italy came on land for a man he loved.
He informed the world it is only their royalty with these abilities, and others that he
His Favorite Customer Ch.14His Favorite CustomerHis Favorite Customer Ch.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Fourteen: It's two-thirty in the morning, fuck titles
Romano wakes up with a pair of arms holding him close from behind and Nia curled up to his stomach. It feels comfortable and keeps him calm before last night pops into his head; his mother returning, he and Antonio confessing, and doing other things. While the things with Antonio were embarrassing, they don't bother him. It's the thought of his mother that makes his body tense up.
She's back, for whatever reason. Well, back isn't the correct word. Technically, she has never been to America before. Nonetheless, it's still weird. Not to mention suspicious. He knows Feliciano has sent her far more letters than just one recently. So why suddenly come now?
"Mm Lovi you're up?" Antonio asks, moving behind him to hold him even closer.
"Y-yeah " Romano mumbles, blushes as Antonio nuzzles hi