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.
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
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
Come Home, SpagnaHe hated it when he left. Of course, he would never show it. That was something Lovino would never do. Antonio would announce he would be leaving for a while and all Lovino would do was huff and shrug.Come Home, Spagna in General Fiction More Like This
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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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
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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- 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- 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
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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?"
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
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
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.
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
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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
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
Caught In A Shit Storm Part 3 - Spain X fem!RomanoHave you ever had that urge to just scream? I'm not talking about the shrill, annoying-as-fuck screams that are commonly emitted by those crazy, cosplaying fan-girls who swoon at the sight of "yaoi" or whatever the fuck it's called. Seriously, Japan. You may act all calm and crap, but we all know that in reality, you're kinky as shit.Caught In A Shit Storm Part 3 - Spain X fem!Romano in Romance More Like This
No, I'm talking about those barbaric, mutated "I'm going to rip your guts out and eat your entrails" kind of screams. And I'm referring to the whole shebang. Growling, and chanting, and running around with a huge pickaxe. Okay, not really, but you get the idea.
So yeah, that's how I feel right now. I am literally doused with fiery hatred for the fucking tomato bastard, and my oh-so-perfect, talented, annoying-as-fuck sister. But then again, I should've seen this coming. I mean, I hate to admit it, but let's look at the facts here.
Who's richer, with all that pretty architecture, and renaissance shit? Feliciana.
Who did Grandpa Rome favor because of her ab
Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!RomanoSo let's back up. Hmm let's say, around three months earlier. Yeah, that's about right. May, I believe. Well, more like the end of May. Summer was just around the corner and the sun was definitely showing it.Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Okay, look. I don't mind the sun. I really don't. In fact, I think it's pretty damn nice. But when it beats down on your fucking head all day, it can give you an eye twitch. Especially when you're out in the fields picking some tomatoes with none other than the infamous tomato bastard himself.
Hey, on the bright side, it gives me an excuse to eat the extremely delicious fruit. When the idiota isn't looking, I take huge bites out of the tomatoes that I pick, especially if they're extremely red and big. They're just so delicious! I can't help it. If something looks that appetizing, they're meant to be eaten on the spot. I'm not taking all this bullshit about properly cleaning or cutting or whatever the crapola Antonio spews out of his always smiling lips. Even as a little kid (
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
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Emily F. Jones
I rubbed my eyes and sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror.
It was unnatural to see myself like this. My curly golden-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few locks framing my face; and, I was dressed in a white collared shirt, a tie, and a pair of lose dark trousers. I winced.
I looked like a very small, feminine man.
Alfred told me that it was best if I dressed as unfeminine as possible; they would take me more seriously. I internally scoffed at the idea, but I could see his point. It's going to take a while for everyone to accept that I am going to be the sole personification of America for a while, and that I'll be carrying out the rest of this war possibly the reconstruction process.
I needed to make an impression, and I don't think anyone would take me seriously if I showed up in the usual skirt or dress. Maybe if it was Elizaveta or Natalia, it would be alright. But not me.
I, Emily F. Jones, was just
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
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I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
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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 _4_ Another lit. He was getting pretty frequent at standing outside his home, lighting the long sticks of cancer, blowing smoke into the air as ashes fell slightly now and again. The air began to get chilly again, winter was still upon them that January, he could tell it would be a cold one, drearier than any other. Usually, he was warmed by the aid of someone at his side, but this year, he'd be completely alone, and he had a feeling that not even the fire's glow would warm him this year. Then, he noticed someone walking past the wall on the outskirts of the courtyard, a curl protruding from the right of her hair, such, familiar hair. Letting the cigarette drop, he crushed it there with his foot, walking out into the snow ridden grassland, toward the girl passing by.The Trip That Was a Mistake: Spamano _4_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. god.. honestly yo- stupid..."
She turned, she wasn't really sure who she was expecting, and to be completely
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
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
A Message To England: From Alfred F. JonesI stood against you.A Message To England: From Alfred F. Jones in Short Stories More Like This
And I still wonder if you hate me for it.
Because, to see someone you loved, stand there, stand there against you like I did... it must've... hurt.
Honestly, I don't know why I am writing this, maybe its to ease my guilty conscience, or maybe, its just so I can at least get some rest. I waited for you to come home for so many years, I was just a kid, so why did you leave me alone like you did? It hurt when I finally decided that you weren't coming back, but, it taught me something, that even if you did come back, I could survive on my own. I would be my own hero, and I didn't need anyone to come save me.
That's when I realized, I could be the hero of my own stories, that I didn't need to work with anyone else, because I was strong enough to stand on my own, stand against anything. No matter how many alliances I make, I would keep in mind, that I would always, be the hero.
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 Message From Romano... To Spain.SpainA Message From Romano... To Spain. in Short Stories More Like This
As long as I can remember.
As many people as I have known.
None have had a smile as warm as yours.
Why is that?
I question myself about a lot of things, but none more than when I am questioning about things that have you in the subject, in bold.
You always act so tough, you always act like all will turn out swell, but what if one day it doesn't? What if one day, this little game we continue to play, comes to an end?
Will you hate me?
Will you only remember the bad things about me then?
Will your entire disposition change?
There were many times you pushed me away because you didn't want me getting 'hurt', but how would you feel if I were the one to push you away?
Would you take it seriously?
Would you accept it?
What would happen if I did?
Is there any way I can be certain that you'd accept it?
Would I be happy if you did?
I would probably ha
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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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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 3Downstairs in the dining room, Prussia was cracking jokes about anything and anybody and the threw a dinner roll at a brunette girl with a flower in her hair. She turned around and yelled at him.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Prussia! Could you be mature for once in you life?!"
"Nope! Sorry Hungary!"
He threw another one and she got up, ready to kill the albino. Spain put his head down resisting laughter. All of a sudden, they heared someone whistle and all the attention went tothe door. It was Romano. He walked furthur in, giving a look to everybody. The Italian stopped right in the middle of the room so that everybody could see him.
"I'm shocked and disappointed in most of you. You treat this place like it's a playground. Be adults! I feel like I'm running a daycare instead of a Mafia because you idiots can't grow up!
Spain looked at the younger man in amazement. He didn't think someone so small could get so angry.
"I'm tired of people being so immature. Grow up, or your outta here. Do I make myself clear?"
The Cold Months are Coming"Wait, wait, wait How do I do this again?"The Cold Months are Coming in General Fiction More Like This
"You have to spread your legs more, mon cheri."
"L-let go of me, you git! Your hands all over me doesn't help!"
"You just have to relax, dear."
"I can't relax!"
"But look how well Antonio and Lovino are doing. They're practically professionals."
"Don't look at them! Stop embarrassing me!"
"And what about Kiku? I thought he was giving you lessons?"
"Alfred found out and we had to stop "
"I wish I could have gotten it on videotape. It must have been funny."
"Oh, bludgeon yourself, frog! And I told you to let me go! Waahhh, don't let me go!!"
Francis smiled and gently held onto Arthur's arm, guiding him slowly and steadily across the ice. Arthur was regretting the fact that he agreed to go with Francis to an ice skating rink, because all their friends were there, and Arthur didn't know how to ice skate. Arthur hadn't fallen yet, but he was wobbling and on the verge of toppling over. Francis laughed and grinned brightly at
OdontophobiaHe had his fingers wrapped around the bottom of my shirt so tightly his knuckles were going pale. I glanced at him, a twinge of nervousness and paranoia in my eyes. I knew he didn't like the dentist, but he had to go. The fear on his face was obvious But he'd never admit to something as "silly" as being scared of going to the dentist.Odontophobia in General Fiction More Like This
"Lovi, you're holding onto me very tightly " I murmured, trying to keep my voice calm and smooth. I hoped it would sooth his nerves a bit. "Is everything okay?"
"Like hell I'm okay!" Lovino shouted, his anger finally boiling over. He stopped in his tracks and finally unclasped his hand from the hem of my shirt, fisting both of his hands at his sides. "You idiot!" His voice was shaky, as if he was about to burst into tears. I looked at him with a weary expression. "I don't even like brushing my teeth! Those bastards have to fill two damn cavities, Antonio! Two!"
"I know, Lovi, I know " I breathed, stepping forward and gently wrapping
Corpse Bruid - 1Antonio twiddled his thumbs as the carriage rattled and trembled along the stony road. The thin wheels squeaked and whined in lack of oil, creaking as they barely pulled the heavy load down the path. The sky was clouded and dark and made Antonio's heart ache as he looked out the small square window of the carriage. The trees along the road were dim and depressing. Nothing was as lively as Antonio would have wanted.Corpse Bruid - 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio's mother, a busty woman with fat fingers and thick bones, folded up her paper fan and swatted her son on the top of his head. Antonio gasped and jumped, holding his head as he whined in question.
"You need to stop being such a worry-wart!" she snapped, unfolding her fan and starting to wave it at her fat neck. Her plump arms wiggled under her snug dress as she flicked her thick wrist back and forth in quick motions. Her sausage-like curls of dark hair bounced around her curved face as she scowled at Antonio. "The Vargas's will love you!" she insisted. She continued t
At SunsetLovino lay sprawled on the lumpy old green couch, his legs dangling over the arm. He let out a soft sigh through his nose, wishing he had something better to do than watch the kid shows on the television. Nothing better than Dora the Explorer was on. He thought he could learn a little Spanish while he was at it, as well.At Sunset in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of jiggling car and house keys rang from behind the front door. Lovino quickly sat up, stared at the door for a moment, and then picked up the clicker to change the channel on the television. He stammered to get the TV to a news channel before Antonio walked through the door. He had two armfuls of shopping bags and a big grin.
"Hola, mi tomate!" Antonio smiled brightly. Lovino gave him less than a wave before laying back down and staring at the TV. "I have a surprise for you!"
Lovino glanced up at him. "Eh?"
Antonio disappeared into the kitchen. Lovino could hear his voice echoing through the house. "I have a very fun surprise planned! I figured
Corpse Bruid - 7By the time the grey mist had deteriorated and Antonio could see clearly, he realized that they were in Elder Beilschmidt's tower. The corpse lurched forward and pushed him angrily.Corpse Bruid - 7 in General Fiction More Like This
"You liar!" she shouted. Antonio stared with wide eyes as he stumbled back and over a small pile of books. "You lied to me, just to see that other person? He said he was your betrothed! I'm your wife, Antonio! You know I am!" Antonio watched as her bloodshot eyes glazed over with water. The luminescent torches created a strong glare on her cornea, making it seem like there was literally fire in her eyes. "Who was he?" the dead woman continued. "Who was that 'betrothed'?"
Antonio quickly found his footing and brought himself to stand up. He moved his eyes from the angry girl in front of him to the elder sitting behind his pedestal. Antonio looked from dead body to dead body until he found himself staring at the girl. "Don't you understand? You're the other person " A loud sound of disappointment
His Old, "Forgotten" NicknameLovino puffed out his flushed cheeks and looked down at his feet embarrassedly, trying to slip his hand out from Antonio's grip. Antonio only tightened his fingers around Lovino's smallish hand, looking down at him as the youth defiantly looked away.His Old, "Forgotten" Nickname in General Fiction More Like This
"I have to hold your hand, Lovi," Antonio told him mindfully, lifting his eyes to look back in front of them as they walked down the sidewalk. "Especially when we're outside like this. I know you get squirmy and don't want to hold my hand, but I have to, or you'll run off."
"I wouldn't run off, dummy!" Lovino shouted, raising as fist angrily. "I just don't like holding your hand when we're in public! It's weird!"
Lovino quickly looked away rebelliously, tilting his chin up proudly at his revolt. Antonio grinned after a moment and gently tugged on Lovino's arm, pulling him close to his side. Lovino gave a shout of discomfort as Antonio wrapped an arm around the child's shoulders, pressing him against his body.
"Back off, weirdo!" Lovino whi
If It Looks Ripe, Eat It - 1Lovino spreads himself across the lumpy old couch, the green cotton worn and faded. The infant stretches his arms and closes his eyes, arching his back like a limber kitten. He quickly exhales and all the tension leaves from cramming his muscles. He presses his warm cheek into the back of his hand, looking at the small television with emotionless eyes. There's nothing ever on but stupid news shows.If It Looks Ripe, Eat It - 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
The infant's eyelids get heavy. He hasn't taken his afternoon nap yet, and he knows it will come and yell at him to go to bed. Lovino's lead-heavy lids slowly envelope over his eyes, and his body melts against the plump sofa, curling up as a cat would in a basket of warm laundry. The big skirt is Lovino's warm clothes - it keeps him warm and covers him from it.
Just when Lovino's mind is about fog over to blackness it shouts something he can't understand. It is talking in Spanish again.
A soft groan slips from Lovino's throat as he leaned off of his hand a
Corpse Bruid - 2Antonio's eyes seemed to be too big for their sockets. He stared in shock, a bit skeptical that he wasn't actually seeing it, but just imagining the hand that rose from the hard soil. And when the hand that immerged from the ground pulled out a head and a pair of shoulders, Antonio decided that what he was seeing was true. He had no regards for his suit now as he scrambled back into the thick, crunchy snow, watching in horror as another hand gripped the earth and pulled the rest of the tattered body from the ground.Corpse Bruid - 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Slowly, the body brought itself to its feet in front of Antonio. It resembled and seemed to be a woman. A well-fitting dress draped over the body, exposing rotten skin and perished wounds. The skin that wasn't blood-stained was so pale, the pigment was a light blue color instead of peach. A segment of the lacy white dress right under the breasts of the body was torn away and showed sticky white ribs and a peek of some other shriveled internal organs.
A skeletal hand with th
Corpse Bruid - 3Someone was tugging at Antonio's clothes. Someone else was speaking into his ear. Another someone was tapping his shoulder. Was he late for an event? Why was everyone persisting him to wake from his peaceful slumber? More importantly, who wanted him to wake so badly?Corpse Bruid - 3 in General Fiction More Like This
A soft, sweet voice whispered into his ear. The voice was light and creamy like chocolate. Chocolate from some far-off country that made amazing sweets. Antonio's eyes were coaxed to slowly open and look around to figure out where he was. He looked up at the ceiling. He was laying on the floor. Antonio reached up to rub his eyes and slowly sat up straight.
Antonio glanced to the side of him. Then he remembered who had that creamy voice.
She smiled at him, her eyes gleaming in the bright light coming from the torches on the walls. His vision started to clear and he realized there was more than one of the dead people. There were people who didn't have one break in their skin, but who's skin was tinted
Ninety-Seven, and CountingI hate him I only hang out with him 'cause I have to. Stupid little brother Okay, I was born first! Me! Not that ungrateful little twerp! And sometimes he even thinks that he's the boss of me! Hell no. I'm the boss, I make the rules, I am older. I am Lovino, the eldest, the emotionally-distraught, the strongest He is Feliciano, the youngest, the emotionally-bipolar, the weakest. I deserve so much more than him! So, why am I sitting in my stuffy bedroom, looking through my old crap to pass the time? So, why are my cheeks red with anger and embarrassment? Well. "Funny" story.Ninety-Seven, and Counting in General Fiction More Like This
I try not to look up at Antonio as he sits next to me on our lumpy green piece of crap for a couch. We're watching television. Fun way to spend a Saturday I cross my arms and stare at the TV, absent-minded and bored. Tonio seems into the news cast, but I couldn't care less. Who gives a crap about other people in the world? Not me, that's who. I only care about myself, and that's how it shou
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
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
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
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."
You Did Wunderbar -GerIta-Summary: A GerIta remix of the Paint It, White! ending. Because the idea grabbed me and wouldn't let go.You Did Wunderbar -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
These stubborn ideas of mine...
"Italy, you did wunderbar."
Italy beamed and ran forward, dropping the cat as he jumped on Ludwig, wrapping his arms and legs around the taller man. Germany stumbled backwards a bit before regaining his balance and gripping Italy's legs to hold him up.
"I was so worried, Ludwig," he said, burrowing his head into the man's neck. "I thought I'd lost you."
Ludwig smiled sadly as he buried his face in Feliciano's hair. He kissed the strands as he said, "It's alright, Feliciano. You stopped them, and everything is back to how it's supposed to be. You were amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
Italy pulled back and looked up at Ludwig. "Really?"
"Really. Besides, I would have found a way back to you," he said, tilting Feliciano's head back and leaning forward. "Who would tie your shoelaces if I wasn't with you?"
He closed the gap between them and
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
WildflowersSummary: Germany forces Italy to defect to the Allies. They later meet on the battlefield and Germany is injured protecting Italy. His injuries help reunite the long-lost lovers.Wildflowers in Romance More Like This
Italy carefully added the herbs to the boiling water, making sure they were in just the right proportions to make the perfect pasta. He checked the heat, adjusted the dial, and turned back to the kitchen table. War plans and letters from Germany and Japan were littered across its surface.
He sighed as he took in the mess on his table, sitting down and starting to go through the missives. He went over the supply accounts, making sure everything was up to snuff and accounted for. Then he went over the letters from Germany and their bosses.
He marked his map and sighed. They were losing ground on the front again.
He got up and checked the pasta before turning back to the table. But before he could sit down again Germany burst through his back door. He quickly shut the door behind hi
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
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
100 Things- England100 Things England Isn't Allowed To Do100 Things- England in Humor More Like This
1) I am not allowed to challenge Denmark and Prussia to a drinking contest.
2) -I WILL lose, no matter what I think.
3) America can't see Flying Mint Bunny or any of my other friends, so I should stop trying to indroduce them.
4) -Last time I tried this, he almost booked me into a mental hospital.
5) On a similar note, when I go to see Japan, I should keep my voice down when I talk to the spirits at his house.
6) -It creeps him out...
7) Getting drunk in the presence of either France or Hungary will end badly for me.
8) -France because... Do I really need to say why?! That frog will probably rape me or something!!
9) -Hungary because she REALLY wants me to go out with America, and I doubt I'd say no if I was drunk...
10) I am not allowed to punch China and demand that he gives Hong Kong back.
11) -That will make him even less likely to give him back.
12) I am not allowed to cook for anyone.
13) -America still hasn't gained a sense of taste since I
Healing The Broken SmileLudwig used to always wonder why Feliciano smiled.Healing The Broken Smile in Romance More Like This
A lot of the time he was carefree, happy, joyful, sweet, caring, and considerate. He was bubby and kind, and always had a smile on his face. He was bouncy and energetic, and acted as if there was nothing to ever fear or to be hurt over.
Ludwig wondered how he could be like that.
Feliciano had grown up in an abusive household in a little place just outside of Florence, Italy. He was the younger brother of a set of twins, with a superstitious mother who insisted that the twins were a bad omen, two demons that would ultimately bring about her demise. She insisted they be sent away, and when their father didn't comply, she would recklessly try to harm them. Feliciano and his twin brother still both have many scars from what had happened, scars that were always in plain sight.
One specifically, across his left cheek.
It was faded, yes, a vague trace of what it once was. Tanned, almost non-existent it was. But it was there. And Ludwig always
Hope Was HereEver since I was born, my parents knew I would never live long.Hope Was Here in Romance More Like This
Matthew sat in the library quietly, immersed in the fictional illusion of the story. Images and pictures were swirling around his mind, a small smile on his face as he flipped the page. He felt like he could hear the voices speaking in his head, feel the wind on his face and hair, it all felt real to him. He shifted in his position in the chair, as he rested his head on his knuckles, letting his blond locks fall into his face. His violet eyes continued to be lost in the words.
He was almost finished.
The doctors told them that I would likely die in my early twenties, at the latest. Though, they also said I could die any time, really.
The time had passed quickly, and by the end of the book the boy was sobbing in his hands, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Well, there was another amazing book done and complete. That had been a tearjerker for sure.
Matthew realized he spent a lot of his days
Your Heart Is My HomeGilbert Beilschmidt held the ring in between his thumb and pointer finger, watching it gleam brightly in the sunlight. He rotated it, just so he could see it shine in the light from all angles, and smiled a bit as he read the engraving on the inside. Home.Your Heart Is My Home in Romance More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt and Matthew Williams had been engaged for almost three months now, and every single day had been simply wonderful. The German had been so lost and confused before he'd met him, and now he'd found his light in the darkness.
"Quite beautiful in the light, huh?" a soft voice interrupted his musing.
Gilbert looked up and a broad smile crossed his lips. There, in front of him, stood Matthew himself, dawned in his familiar red jacket, a light smile of his own upon his lips.
"Ja, I do this a lot when I'm thinking."
The wind blew a bit as Gilbert scooted over from his spot underneath his three. Matthew sat down next to him, hugging his knees to his chest. "Oh? And what do you think about?"
"A lot of things. My past
Masquerade, Love, and Sunshine*~~*~~*Masquerade, Love, and Sunshine in Romance More Like This
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a happy husband and wife, with their single son.
Their son's name was Antonio, who, like his parents, was always open minded and smiling. His hair was a chocolate brown color, with dark, emerald color eyes. Antonio was always very obedient, and he loved his parents greatly. Being the only child, Antonio often got lonely, however he tried his best to accept whatever he had. Life was good for the growing teen, but he didn't know his life was about to change.
It all began when his father died. Antonio's mother was distraught and heartbroken. She wept for days, as did Antonio. Even so, the teen tried his best to keep his cheerful personality in order, but when he mother remarried, that's when things really began to go downhill.
This new man, his stepfather, was wretched, horrid; an aristocrat who thought Antonio was nothing more than a nuisance. His new, 'brothers' also thought Antonio was nothing but a brat who'd had it too go
:HBD: Fun Like FireworksMatthew's hand felt soft in his own.:HBD: Fun Like Fireworks in Romance More Like This
Gilbert smiled lightly as he walked down the populated entryways of the amusement park, chatter and merriment swirling around them. The weather was hot, but not overly so, and it wouldn't have mattered to Gilbert anyway. It could've been one hundred degrees or forty degrees, and he would've held his boyfriend's hand anyway.
Matthew didn't seem to mind either.
They walked through the park, Matthew's violet eyes examining the surroundings with interest. There was a small smile on his lips, taking in all the sights and sounds, the festivities and music, and the laughter and the screaming. It was really interesting to see Matthew's eyes lit up so brightly, and Gilbert was glad he'd brought him here.
"Wanna go there?" Gilbert said, stopping him and pointing to a tall rollercoaster, a moderately long line, but looked quite the fun. Matthew tilted his head a bit, and then nodded.
"Alright, you're on!"
The Canadian practically dragged the albino after him.
And If You Ever Need Me, Sweet QueridaAntonio watched him often.And If You Ever Need Me, Sweet Querida in Romance More Like This
Lovino Vargas was your average male, Italian, and twenty-two years of age who owned his own restaurant that he ran with his brother. He was violent, and he swore a lot, and finished high school as an honor student. His brother was his twin, and he had light, caramel skin with a little curl looping out to the right side. His eyes were a shade of amber that always seemed to be poised in a scowl.
Lovino Vargas lost his mother and father when he and his brother were twelve. They went to live with their grandfather shortly after that who was residing in America at the time. When they grew old enough, they went back to their native land, Italy, and started their business.
Antonio knew so much about him. Antonio knew almost every detail there was to know.
But the one, weird thing was that they'd never spoken before ever.
Antonio is a sky dweller. Antonio is what most people would call a Guardian Angel. Antonio watches Lovino from a distance and gets to know him with
Melodious MemoriesWhen I was a little boy my brother always told me that my happiness depends on meMelodious Memories in Romance More Like This
"No, no, no. Like this Ludwig," Roderich said, playing the notes for the boy again.
Ludwig Beilschmidt was a boy of fourteen years with short, blond hair that came down into his icy blue eyes. He was quiet, neat, and proper, much unlike his older brother. His family cared for three dogs, and he loved them all.
The Beilschmidts were never a close-knit family. After Ludwig was born, the parents were more and more distant, constantly over seas for work, leaving seventeen-year-old Gilbert to take care of him. They may have been rather wealthy, but Ludwig honestly preferred Gilbert to any maid.
Ludwig was kept in much seclusion, resulting in low social ability and hardly any friends. Not like he minded. You couldn't miss what you'd never tried.
Roderich Edelstein was his music teacher, or rather, his piano teacher. Ludwig had been learning how to play piano since he was eleven, so he'd be
Enchanted Meetings Prologue~~~Enchanted Meetings Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Carnations are white,
Just like you
~~~~Five Years Ago~~~~~
Twelve-year-old Matthew Williams held his older brother with widened eyes. It was a dark cloudy and rainy day, perfectly fitting for the horror of what had happened. It was September, September 21, if he could recall correctly. This was a day he wouldn't soon forget. Today was the funeral of Francis Bonnefoy, his father. He felt tears on his shoulder, which he noticed was from his brother. At first, he told himself he wouldn't cry, but the tears slowly made its way down onto his face. His other father, Arthur, had one hand on Alfred's shoulder, his other on his. He could feel Arthur's sadness. Although Matthew could tell he was trying to hold it together for him and Alfred. It was truly terrible.
"Well, maybe this is for the better," Arthur had told them. After all, his father was quite sick for a while. But Matthew knew him better than that. He knew Arthur was just as ups
Let Our Circle Be UnbrokenMatthew Williams hummed to himself softly, trotting through the halls of HetaliaHighh merrily. His feet clattered along the floor, he himself a bit earlier than usual. Not that he minded, however, he actually liked being early.Let Our Circle Be Unbroken in Drama More Like This
He continued along his path at a steady pace, not too fast, nor too slow when he caught sight of someone walking his direction. It was a girl, average height, with long, dark hair that was tied with red ribbon into pigtails. Her nose was planted in a book, as she glanced up only every now and again to make sure she stayed on track, and not run into anyone or anything.
He finally recognized her as Victoria Bonnefoy.
Matthew grinned. Since a few months ago, Victoria and he had become extremely close friends, and sought to see each other as much as possible when not in classes together. They'd become almost like a brother and sister, sharing countless memories and secrets. They had many similarities, so maybe that's what helped the compatibility, but nevertheless,
Wishes For YouThe air was cold, encircling my body in a chill grasp while the wind whistled through my ears. Despite how they were covered in my warm, white, and fuzzy earmuffs, the icy breeze seemed to seep through, causing me great discomfort.Wishes For You in Romance More Like This
I pulled my coat around me tighter, shivering a bit as I did. Though the material was snug around me already, it was still a bit chilly to press it to the few exposed parts of my skin. After this motion, I pulled my red and white scarf around my neck tighter, trying desperately to block out the cold, while not choking myself in the process. It was hard to get a grip with my gloved fingers, but I managed well enough.
Content with my newly wrapped garments, I let my hands fall back as I leaned back, glancing up at the sky from where I sat. I sat on the porch of the house, our house, with the light turned off for a number of reasons. The full moon illuminated the ground, no, the entire area in a pale, white glow that radiated across of everything. The st
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
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: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
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
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
On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK OneshotHe should've stopped when he heard himself mutter, "Am I Catholic? Or am I Protestant?"On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was too late now, though. Arthur was so very stupid sometimes, despite his elegant, sophisticated English gentlemanly demeanor. The combination of alcohol and relentless rain, hammering down like bullets, had dragged out all the erased memories. He could see him, beckoning and calling out to him, torturing Arthur.
He didn't remember stepping out, but the next thing he knew, he was standing outside in the bitter cold, looking into the windows of the warm pub, the rain stinging and lashing at his face.
And then he wasn't standing there anymore
It was pouring as Arthur trudged on, sloshing his worn black boots through the puddles of mud and rainwater, fueled by grief and fury. He was going to kill him. How dare he rebel? How dare he, when it was he who had taken care of him all his life. And dumping all that perfectly good tea?
And there he was, his hair and uniform a s