New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."
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
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
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
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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
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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
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Pairing: Pre-GerIta if you squint and tilt your head.
The slap echoed off the walls mockingly as the nations stood in a shocked silence.
They were riveted to the scene in front of them. Never, never had they seen Italy as angry as he was now. Cheeks flushing an angry red, hands clenched at his sides, eyes fully open and glaring poisoned daggers at the blond holding a hand to his red cheek.
"You bastard. How could you?"
Germany backed up a step, hand still pressed to the darkening mark on his cheek. Italy compensated, getting right back in his face.
"How could you march on my land, burn my cities, kill my people?! They knew who was coming for them. They saw the uniforms and tried to run, tried to surrender, but you shot them like they were pigs for slaughter. I thought you were my friend, Ludwig. But this
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Italy sighed as he bounced around the house, hair pulled back under a bandana as he dusted. He needed to work off his nervous energy, and cleaning had always calmed him down.
The war was over, the dust had settled, and he would finally see Ludwig again.
He'd gotten a letter, just this morning, saying that his boss was finally letting him visit. As soon as he'd worked his way through enough paperwork to justify visiting to himself, Ludwig would be on his way to Italy. He would be arriving sometime today or tomorrow, and Italy could barely contain himself.
It had been far too long since he'd been in Ludwig's arms. Letters just weren't the same after you'd had them right next to you for years.
Far too soon, the house was spotless, and Italy sprawled out on the couch at a loss for what to do next. It was too early to cook, but in his cleaning frenzy he'd m
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
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
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The man is my complete opposite.
He's loud, brash, and doesn't appreciate real music. He doesn't know how to dress and is constantly harassing me at inappropriate times.
We spent centuries fighting each other, and yet today finds us as lovers.
I don't even know how it happened. The wars ended and so did his country, but he still remained. He flitted between my house and Ludwig's, getting even more in our way and being even more of an annoyance than before. He soon started spending more time at my place, eventually spending almost all his time there.
Eventually I realized that he had moved into my home without my notice. He slept in my guest room almost every night and had his own dresser of clothes in there as well. The guest bathroom had been overrun with his products and the kitchen stocked with his favorite foods.
I was baffled. How had I not noticed him slowly cont
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
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
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
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
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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
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
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
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
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
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
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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
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: 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
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
Spamano: 10 Song Challenge MemeRules:Spamano: 10 Song Challenge Meme in Romance More Like This
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
1. I'll See You In My Dreams - Ingrid Michaelson
It was a quiet night.
Unlike most, the Spaniard and the Italian weren't necking against the wall or rolling around under the covers. Instead, they both lay draped across each other on the old green couch in Antonio's living room. Neither was asleep, but they were both close enough to it that they were nearly dozing off. Every so often Antonio spoke, trying to convey his love once more. But Lovino hushed him.
"Let's just lay together, okay?"
Antonio smiled and burrowed himself into Lovino's chest. He didn't break the silence anymore. S
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
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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
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The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
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
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Feliks' Christmas party was not somewhere Kiku really wanted to be. The room was full of pink sparkles and the Polish teen had gone all out this year. Mistletoe hung from every single doorway available and the place was just generally over the top. Kiku didn't even want to come, but the look on his best friend's face when he said no made him change his mind immediately.
"You have to come!" Alfred had shouted giving him the puppy dog eyes, "If you don't I'm stuck with Arthur all night! Dude, you can't do that to me!"
Kiku had protested and declined the offer as politely as he could but eventually the Japanese boy had said yes, but only because he felt sorry for the American blond, not because he had actually wanted to be there.
And now, he sat in the overly warm room wishing he could be anywhere other than here. He looked around at his fellow classmates... he didn't know if he even wanted to think of them as anything more; they were too embarrassing! Fran
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.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
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.
Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...Master, I Love You in Romance More Like This
The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
Blessed With A Curse- Ch16Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch16 in Romance More Like This
"So... what are we going to do now?" Lovino looked between the three vampires questioningly. After their little discovery, all four of them had been on edge. Antonio had kept his arm securely around him, as if he would disappear into thin air if he dared to let go. Gilbert looked serious for once and Francis' thoughts were so preoccupied he slipped into French when talking to them. Lovino had mulled the situation over in his mind and he had no idea what he was supposed to do in order to find his brother. Antonio said it would be all right and he had no choice but to try and believe him.
"I'm going to take you back to my apartment," Antonio said, "You look like you need some rest."
"How am I supposed to rest when my brother could be in danger, asshole?" Lovino demanded; the tone in his voice harsh. Antonio merely sighed and replied, "You can't stay awake all night... and ma
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
Blessed With A Curse- Ch15Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch15 in Romance More Like This
What the fuck was taking him long?!
Lovino paced back and forth his apartment, hands gripping his hair and his breathing quick and panicked. Feliciano would be all right... he would be just fine. He probably went out and forgot about the pasta... no, that wasn't like him at all, he would never forget about the pasta. But that didn't explain the state of his room. Things were knocked off his desk, as though he had backed up against it in retreat, his bed was a mess... as though he has scrambled over the covers in order to get away. The door was open slightly, as though he had almost made his escape but had gotten there too late. And the blood on the window ledge... well, Lovino didn't even want to think about that.
He felt sick. He didn't know where his brother was but he had a good idea who had taken him.
"I bet it was that potato bastard..." Lovino muttered to himself as
Blessed With A Curse- Ch6Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch6 in Romance More Like This
Antonio didn't look entirely comfortable with the fact Lovino wanted to know how he was turned. The Italian could see that the other's eyes had darkened slightly and he could also see that he had probably brought up some unpleasant memories, but he felt as though he had a right to know. However, despite this, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary discomfort to the Spaniard; even though he had suffered enough without his blood, and Lovino acted as though he didn't care, really... he kind of did. Just a little bit.
"You don't have to talk about it," he quickly said, watching the vampire carefully for some kind of reaction; Antonio just seemed to freeze, drifting off into his own world as the memories revisited him. For a moment, Lovino didn't think that he would respond, but a few seconds later he raised his head and shook it lightly, "No, you should know. I owe you at lea
PerfectThere was nothing wrong with him. At least, his grandfather always said so. His beloved fratello would have a million things to say otherwise, but that was just him to randomly throw insults and hide his love for that person. If he asked Japan, he would just turn away and politely offer to make some rice balls, so innocent Feli took that as a no. So if there was really nothing wrong with him, why did he keep worrying about what Germany would think of him?Perfect in Short Stories More Like This
With every trip and slip, Italy would find himself blushing furiously each time Germany came over to help him up. Every time he made pasta, he'd quadruple check that it was absolutely perfect. Whenever he and Germany played football, he tried to catch every ball that flew towards him and ended up ashamed after each ball he failed to catch. Feliciano tried not to think too badly of himself, but he really didn't want Ludwig to think he was weak and useless and leave him behind. So, Italy decided to check himself multiple times in the la
When you're gone -Spamano-I sniffled loudly and rubbed the back of my hand against my watering brown eyes, the icy coldness of loneliness suffocating me.When you're gone -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
'You idiot, you must have known at one point or another he would leave!' I thought angrily at myself, a large sob building up in my chest. Dammit, I needed him here! Why did I have to start shouting?!
"S-S-Spain " I whimpered as I buried my face in my hands, the aggressive sobs making my frail body shudder.
I needed him here oh god, I needed him
"I'M SORRY!!" I screamed at the creamy white roof above me, the tears falling thick and fast against my blotchy, pale face. Rolling over on my side, I hugged myself tighter to try and keep warm, squeezing my eyes shut at the same time.
I couldn't look at the vacant spot beside me
always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
Slowly I relaxed my eyes when they started
I like him, I love you -Spamano-"Hola Romano~!"I like him, I love you -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
Looking over my shoulder, I spotted the annoying Spaniard, waving his arms about trying to catch my attention. I sighed loudly and walked over to him, my face printed with a sour look.
"Ciao Bastardo, What do you want?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Can't I see my little tomato without a reason?" Spain huffed, pouting his bottom lip at me. I rolled my eyes as he failed to look irritated, because his eyes still had the green, sparkle of life in it.
"Though you're right, I do have something to ask you!" Spain grinned at me, his white teeth flashing as he grabbed both of my hands.
A dark red blush flooded over my cheeks at the contact, but I didn't pull away.
Mainly because I was head over heels for the Spaniard
"Well, what is it bastard? I don't have all day" I growled, my eyebrow arching in suspicion. Spain seemed to grin wider if it was even possible, and he gave my hands a gentle squeeze.
"Remember when you were younger, and I said that I was thinkin
Kissing in the Closet (Cronus X Kankri )I didn't like it here.Kissing in the Closet (Cronus X Kankri ) in Short Stories More Like This
It was loud and quite squished if I do say, and it was starting to get uncomfortable.
I do wonder why Cronus decided to make such a large party just in celebration for my ninth solar sweep... He never did this kind of thing for anyone. Maybe it was because I've been helping him be more tolerable for people? Though, I never was one to be tolerable towards people either...
"Kankri, chief!" A familiar voice suddenly appeared behind me, a hand clapping me on the shoulder. Unprepared for the physical contact, I jumped with a small gasp. Instantly I whipped around, my lips turning to a scowl.
"Cronus! That type of behaviors towards people can be extremely triggering to people without warning!" I sighed in annoyance, but he just waved me off as usual.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Kan" He smirked placing a hand on his hip "Liking the party so far? Fuck you looked surprised when you walked into your hive!"
"Of course I like the party" I
Demon Boy -PruCan-"Non! I'm not doing it! You can't make me!" I huffed irritably, staring into the determined eyes of my brother who was holding two costumes.Demon Boy -PruCan- in Short Stories More Like This
One of Batman and one of Robin
"Come on bro, do me a favour!" Alfred whinned, nudging the ridiculously tight looking costume at me, a pleading look in his blue eyes
"No! I'll be here for the party, that's enough!" I huffed, now slightly irritated. I ran my hand through my blonde hair, watching as my brother grumbled and turned away. He would be after me again, trying to get me in that skin tight costume.
"That's just ridiculous, if it wasn't that skin tight I might have done it" I sighed, looking down. I didn't want to go in something with short sleeves like that; it was just too risky.
I didn't want anyone seeing the criss-cross lines against my pale skin, the cherry red glow of the healing cuts, and the pink fleshy colour of the healed scars, each one representing a memory being brought up, each thought of him again
Circus of Romance -2-My blue eyes widened when I heard his name, a huge grin breaking out on my face.Circus of Romance -2- in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey, Arthur! I remember you, you're the kid who kissed me on the cheek" I snickered, winking at him slyly.
Arthur blushed darkly, a scowl bringing up on his face.
"Oh shut up you git, you kissed me on the forehead!" Arthur snapped, but he still kept blushing. I smirked at him, knowing that if I continued on I might get on his bad side.
"It was worth it~" I flirted playfully, leaning down so our eyes were at eye level. The blush on the English guys face grew even more vibrant, the colour of strawberries
"Oh shut it, git!" He huffed, but only half-heartedly. I leaned back up again, ruffling his hair under my hand.
"Arthur! Come on, everyone- who are you?" Someone cut off what Arthur was about to say, and I looked around to see who it was. It was a taller guy, maybe a year older than Arthur, and he had light blonde hair that reached his shoulder and bright blue eyes.
"Yeah, whatever Francis, I'll
10 song Challenge -Hetalia-10 song challenge! 5 different couples-10 song Challenge -Hetalia- in Short Stories More Like This
1. I will not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
I sniffled and wiped the tears away with the back of my hand just before I walked through the world meeting. There they were
Spain and my brother chatting away like the 'love-birds' everyone called them.
My brother was giggling endlessly and clung onto Spain's arm, while the emerald eyed man smiled and kissed his forehead.
My eyes quickly left them and looked over to the German, and saw that he was also starring at the both of them.
I knew that potato sucker was in love with my fratello
A small smirk made itself to my lips when I heard a very faint growl come from the German, and I instantly knew what he was thinking.
Maybe I could form an alliance with the German, just until we got what we really wanted
Spain was mine, and I would not bow to this new relationship.
He was mine
2. Barbie Girl Aqua
"Roma~! Can you put the IPo
Pride -- GerItaHis own time at the World Cup may have come to an abrupt end, but that didn't mean Italy had no reason to be happy.Pride -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
The ever-cheerful Italian sat inches away from the TV screen, clothed in his friend's slightly oversized white jersey and waving the black, red, and gold horn in his hands (which he was no longer allowed to play after multiple visits from the staff) as he watched the match. It was the German's hotel room he was staying in; a welcomed offer of accommodations Italy had eagerly taken up once his own team was sent home during the first round.
Of course the loss still stunghe wasn't good at much, yet football was one of things he could usually do wellbut Italy had quickly recovered from his defeat, focusing all his energy on cheering for the German players. Every change of possession caused the burnet to gasp; every time a referee would call foul made his eyebrows furrow; every time the goal was approached saw him sliding off the edge of his seat, holding the vuvuz
Moments -- GerItaGermany's favorite moments were early Sunday mornings. The days (with no work looming on the horizon or meetings to attend) he could lie and watch the sun rise while still savoring the warmth of the bed, letting his fingers run through soft brunet locksa guilty pleasure solely indulged upon while the other was sleeping.Moments -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
Italy's favorites happened to be in the same place but at a different time; rather than early mornings, the brunet enjoyed late evenings. The times right before he would fall asleepwarm and secure in their embraceand (if he was lucky) able to watch the scowls and crinkles smooth from the German's face, taking a secret pride in being the only witness.
Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxItaOver the years, Germany had grown used to the Italian crawling into bed with him. It had almost become normal, although he thought so grudgingly, to wake up in the middle of the night after he had made sure all the doors and windows were securely locked and bolted just to find the brunette naked and clinging to his back. Eventually, Germany came to accept it as a natural phenomena you just could not control.Sleep, Baby, Sleep- GerxIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, waking up to a naked, shivering, and WET Italian clinging to him for dear life was certainly new.
III Germany struggled to gain control over his tongue, feeling the telltale blush creeping across his cheeks. Italy! WWhat in the hell are you doing here?" He felt the need to whisper, even though it was his own house. "And wwhy are you soaked?
The only answer he received was a sudden clap of thunder and the man clinging even tighter to him, shivering more violently than before.
Oh. Germany finally made the
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The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a sigh as he met the other's eyes. It was too much to expect a quiet night with Italy; they had not been laying in bed five minutes before that musical voice had piped up, dancing from topic to topic in a sudden burst of energy that was certainly not there when Germany had carried him from the couch to the bedroom, already half asleep. He had hoped that may
Three, Two, One -- GerItaThree days.Three, Two, One -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the amount of time that it took Italy to realize what had been bothering his friend.
Three days. Three days after that Buon San Valentino.
The first day had been spent in panic, of course. Germany being nice was okay and alland he was being really nice! Playing soccer with him, bringing him flowers, giving him hugs, inviting him out to dinner and everything it was really nice, and Italy was happy to be spending time with him!
but it wasn't like Germany at all!
At first Italy thought that maybe Germany had just eaten something funny but as the days went on and the behavior continued, he couldn't help but become wary. There must have been something wrong with Germany for him to act like this, right? A cold the flu? It wasn't like him at all!
Wariness only turned to distress when the German arrived at the restaurant they had arranged to meet.
It didn't start out well. Even when the German walked into the restaurant, he had already start
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
Healing -- GerIta"Say 'aaah~'!"Healing -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I will not."
"Ve come on, say 'aaaah'!"
Ludwig scowled at the spoon being offered to himthat is, scowled as much as his stuffy nose and sore throat would allow him. He really did appreciate the Italian trying to help him out but he had not fallen as far as to let someone feed him. He was a grown man, and he would feed himself.
"But I'm just trying to help! So Germany should say 'aaaah~' for me!"
"I-I will not!" The blush on his checks was all from the fever, or at least that's what he told himself. The German pulled the blankets up to his nose, looking away from the brunet. He knew he was being childish, but he he still had his pride. "I-I I will feed myself, thank you for the offer, but I'm fine."
Feliciano's pout rivaled Ludwig's scowl; he dropped the spoon back into the soup bowl, shaking the German's shoulder ever so lightly. Ludwig could be so stubborn! "Come on, come on! You need to eat something, Ludwig, or you won't get better!"
For Every Occasion -- GerIta"Ludwig, Ludwig! Give me a "good-morning" kiss!"For Every Occasion -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ciao~ Kiss me, kiss me!"
"Look, look, Ludwig! I cleaned up, just like you asked! Aren't you proud? Give me a "good job" kiss!"
"Veee! T-the kitty s-scratched me, Ludwiiiig! K-Kiss it better, per favore?"
"Buona notte, Ludwig! Can I have a "good-night" kiss~?"
The German couldn't help but let out a sigh, his arms lazily around Feliciano's waist as the two lay in bed after a long day. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Italian's sweet scent as he mused to himself. "There really isn't anything that you won't ask a kiss for, is there "
"Hm? What do you mean, Ludwig~?" The man wiggled in his arms, breath tickling against the blond's neck.
Ludwig just shook his head; it wouldn't do much good to try to reason with his slightly-airheaded lover. "Nothing, never mind. A "good-night" kiss, then?" His lips brushed against the other's forehead, bringing forth a river of bubbly giggles from the Italian.
"Per favore, per favore! And that one do
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It was cold enough that their breath mingled in the air, snow beginning to fall gently around them. Ludwig had told him to meet him at the café at seventeen-hours sharp. Of course he came running up to him two hours and thirty-six minutes late, panting like he had just ran a marathon.
The brunette struck him a sloppy salute, grinning that silly grin of his, chirping a carefree greeting at the blond. Which, he was promptly scolded for.
maybe this isnt so bad
Maybe I can
The scolding didnt faze Feliciano. The grin never wavered; it only grew as he began explaining to the German that it wasnt his fault he was late. He had woken up late from his siesta, so he began running here as fast as he could, but of course he had to greet the girls he met on the way, and then he had to stop for a little wake-me-up treat, and of course he had to play Lupo Delle Ore with
Vows -- GerIta does Ludwig remember when we first met? And I was hiding in that tomato box, but Ludwig came and found me? Even though it was really, really scary, and Ludwig had that gun and everything, I was glad. The war was scary, and I didn't want to fight, but with Ludwig there, I felt a lot better. I wasn't alone and that made me really happy!Vows -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
And then after that, when we became allies, and then friends, and started to spend a lot of time together, I was happy all the time! Ludwig was always helping me, even though sometimes you would yell at me when I called you to help me tie my shoes, or when I would skip out on training but no matter how much you would yell and scold me, Ludwig would always come and help. You would always protect me, and I always loved Ludwig for that.
I know I can be really silly and I'm not the bravest or the strongest and I'm only really good at cooking and painting, and I can be really useless, but I want to repay Ludwig back for all
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
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ A love ever lasting, is a painstaking thing to find.. it can take numerous tries before you find the actual one, and now a days, people either give up, rush into it, or are too cautious... take your time to find the other half of your puzzled life, and.. never believe that there is no one for you, chances are, they may be feeling the same way.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"Snow Day: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
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
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
We are Lost: GerItaDear Diary,We are Lost: GerIta in Short Stories More Like This
I still don't quite understand Italy Venenziano. He is a strange man, with strange ideals.. I really wish I knew how the world looked through his eyes, but, I guess that might always be an impossibility.
"Italy! Hurry it up!"
"S- si Germany..."
The Italian was huffing, it was obvious he wasn't one for hiking, but the German man didn't care, they were making good time this way, they'd probably be back before Japan finished dinner. They were on this hike to do more training, the only reason Japan had stayed back was the cooking of certain foods, with the fear of the house potentially setting fire. Germany figured training might be a bit more challenging in different terrain, and, it would help build better stamina.
Something sparkling suddenly caught Italy's eyes, he stepped out of the trail to pursue it, and Ludwig didn't notice. It was a marble... no.. a trail of marbles? One consistent
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
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ He knew smoking was a bad habit, and that, long term, it could lead to cancer, and then death, but he continued to smoke, he continued to suffocate himself through the fumes and fog he gave off each time he'd done it, but he needed some way to console himself, to break away from all his thoughts. Any normal human being may have gone mad by now, but being a country, this wasn't the case, he had to keep himself composed for the people that lived in Spain. He'd lost the one he'd loved and pushed away the one that loved him, things were truly set in the dimmer side of life.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, a young boy rested peacefully in a large bed, suddenly, he began to shiver violently, wincing and creating other noises as he tossed and turned. A young girl, much resembling said boy, entered into his room, flipping a light switch in the hallway just outside his room.
I hope You'll Look to me Again _LietPol_ When we sat there like that. I could hardly recall a time where we weren't like that... hand in hand, eyes to the sky, peaceful scenery surrounding us. Yet...I hope You'll Look to me Again _LietPol_ in Short Stories More Like This
I let him take you away, let him drag you to something that would effect your life, and worst of all, I... I sat there looking at you, laughing, because your face... was utterly.. ridiculous.
That's not how I really felt, I was terrified to see you being taken from me like that, but.. I knew well that I couldn't do a thing about it. Truthfully, you were the one who'd saved me, and I was too scared to be your hero, I was scared that if I'd changed positions with you, that, you would be considered the weak one. You would look to me for help more often, and... what if I couldn't give it to you? What if I let you down?
I didn't want that sort of obligation, so, I let him take you from me. Do I regret it?
The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_"Oi Spain.. I was thinking we should proba-"The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_ in Short Stories More Like This
Romano stopped, there was the Spaniard, standing there alone, proud, happy, wind blowing through rugged brown hair and casual dress. He looked so content, so pleased, so.. amazing, standing there in a solemnly pleased way. It made, for once, Romano smile so warmly, warmer than the scene that stood before him, he was happy too, he was actually happy.
He was horrified, he was absolutely terrified of walking through those huge heavy doors, afraid of what everyone would think, what everyone would say... but.. it wasn't too awful, for he wasn't alone, there was someone at his side now that would protect him with all his might, and that made the thought of his return all that more bearable. Thus, the two stood outside the big doors.
"Are you ready Mi Lovi?"
"Stop calling me that... and... yeah.."
The doors swung open with creaks and complaints on their old age, and closed with loud bursts
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
Love Story PrussiaXCanadaWhy did it have to turn out like this? All he wanted to do was see him again, it wasn't like it was against the law or anything. No, all that was in his way was that stuffy British guy Arthur. Like he was so important anyway. He told them that they weren't in love, they didn't know what love even was. They would never see each other again, no matter how hard they tried. It broke the Prussian's heart, it really did. It was hard not being able to see his cute little Maple everyday. He wanted to be with him every second of the day, all the time. Prussia was stumped, truly. What was he going to do? Arthur wouldn't ever approve of their relationship. Did they even have a relationship? Or was this just a dream?Love Story PrussiaXCanada in Fan Fiction More Like This
We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air
Prussia was lost in his thoughts when his computer made a loud beep, signifying that he had a new IM. Prussia sighed, and and got on. Looking at t
Chasing Cars LietPolHe didn't know how to tell him how he felt, really. It was all too complicated to explain, this feeling. He know he shouldn't be feelings this for his best friend, but he couldn't help it. The attraction, it was there, and it was quite obvious to anyone that paid close attention. Which, in reality, wasn't really anyone. Lithuania sighed, and continued to walk. What was he going to do? Toris knew it wasn't healthy to leave this all bottled up, no. He needed to tell Poland soon, but how?Chasing Cars LietPol in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snow had been falling down for quite some time. It was odd, seeing this much snow at once. It was like living in Siberia all over again. Lithuania shivered at the thought. He hated Russia for what he did to him. He trudged along, forcing his feet to move, reminded himself that he would be warm as soon as he reached his house. Yes, if only he kept moving and wasn't distracted...
Oh, good. Now he was hearing things. C'mon, he needed to pull it together. There wasn't anybody out here in thi
Viva La Vida FrUKHe used to have it all. He had so much power, he could make anyone crumble at his finger tips.Viva La Vida FrUK in Fan Fiction More Like This
With one simple command, he could destroy an entire village. He was so powerful, either people respected him or feared him. England didn't care, it was their fear and suffering that made him feel alive. He wouldn't have it any other way, he couldn't see anyone else with this type of power. They couldn't take it, no, no one else could. Of course, the townspeople would talk amongst themselves, whispering to their friends. Most people thought that he was abusing his power, he wasn't right for the position anyway. Arthur didn't mind, so what if people talked? People would always spread nasty lies about him. Why? Because they were jealous. They wanted his power, they wanted the wealth, the admiration... Who wouldn't want this lifestyle?
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Arthur walked down the street
The Kill GerItaLudwig sat at his desk, doing paper work. That was all he did, all the time. It felt like he was drowning in paper work, like he could never get a break. He wanted a break, he needed to get out of here. Yes, he needed to spend more time with a certain someone... A certain Italian someone. Feliciano Vargas. Even though Germany did not want to admit it, he did love him. But, sometimes he felt like he wasn't good enough for the man.The Kill GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do
Yes, that was it. He felt that Italy deserved more, more than Germany could ever give him. Even though Germany was doing the best he could, he still felt like he could do more. He wanted Italy to be happy, and even though he was always smiling, Germany knew better. How could anyone be happy during a time like this? It was the middle of the war, and the conditions were terrible. Certainly, Italy wasn't happy here, and quite frankly, Germany didn't blame him. Germany always was te
You Found Me RoChuRussia stood there, right in the middle of the biggest snow storm that Moscow has ever seen. The wind was howling, snow was pelting down, it wasn't letting up any time soon. Yes, the horrible winter weather was here to stay, but Russia didn't mind. He really did like the winter weather here in Moscow, really, he did. When he stood out in the freezing cold, his mind just stopped. He didn't need to think of the problems of the world, he could just day dream, admiring the way the snowflakes fell to the ground. He held out his hand, watching the microscopic chunks of ice fall onto his gloved hands. He looked around, there was no one outside. He was all alone in the frigid, snowy, winter air. Sometimes, he wished he could talk to someone, someone to tell about the thoughts that were running through his head.You Found Me RoChu in Fan Fiction More Like This
I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything"
His thoughts r
Pretty Rave Girl LietPolLithuania sat down in front of his fireplace, sipping his coffee. Mr. America had sent him home for a week, because he had told the smaller nation that he needed a break. Of course, Lithuania agreed with him completely, he had been working for Mr. America for quite some time now. It felt good to be home in his native country, where he could be himself, he didn't have to worry about anybody. Yes, he could just truly relax and not have a care in the world, he just let the world fly past him. Time did not matter to him, nor did the place, he just needed a rest. He had been doing nothing but chores for the past month, working all the time. Not that he minded working for America, he really didn't. Alfred respected him, and let him take a breather in between chores, even though Toris would argue, saying that he needed to get them done as soon as possible. He put set his aching feet on his foot rest, and closed his eyes. He had just started to relax when...Pretty Rave Girl LietPol in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Toooorrriiiisss~" A male voice san
GAME TIME WITH THE ASIAN-TANSSOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD:GAME TIME WITH THE ASIAN-TANS in Fan Fiction More Like This
China: Guys, guys, guys!
Everyone: *playing Candy Land*
China: *flailing arms* Guys!
Japan: Okay, Viet. It's your move.
S. Korea: It's time to d---
Viet: If you make a Yu-Gi-Oh reference, you're going to die.
S. Korea: I'll be quiet now. ;w;
China: *throws Latvia against the wall* GUYS!
S. Korea: IT WASN'T ME THIS TIME! :'D Aniki, you must love me!
China: STFU. *throws Latvia at him*
Latvia: K-Kill me...p-please...
China: What're you guys playing, aru~?
Japan: Candy Land.
China: *gasps* Can I play?
Viet: No, you may not.
Taiwan: Viet, be nice.
Viet: 'Scuse me, was I asking you?
Thailand: You can be blue, I guess.
China: : D ! *sits down next to HK*
S. Korea: It's your move, Aniki~ :3
Veit: *aggravated* WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY.
S.Korea: I DON'T WANNA DIE.
Japan: How about we play cherades?
China: I'M GOING FIRST!
Thailand: Why do you get to go first, ana~?
China: *frowns* B-Because...I'm the...
Viet: BECAUSE HE'S AN OLD MAN.
China: HOW DARE YOU! YOU LITTLE B
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Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said
They always fought, there was no doubt about it. The screaming never seemed to end, objects breaking, insults being thrown at each other like they were lethal weapons. There was never a truly calm moment in the house, there was always some conflict. Even if the atmosphere seemed calm, there was always tension. One could simply walk into the room and cut the tension with a knife, and there would still layers upon layers of suffering a torment.
No one had ever intended for it to be this tense around the house, no. It was just the way they were, the way things needed to be. America held onto his little brother Canada, trying to calm his shaking. His parents, England and France, were at it again. Throwing insults at each other, breaking dishes. Chaos erupted dow
APH F.A.C.E - Concrete AngelThe sun peered through the curtains of his room, shining over his body, signifying him that it was time to wake up and get ready to go to school. Slowly, his tired, puffy eyes fluttered open to the same scene as the night before--well, after the incident had taken place. The teenage boy swung his legs over his bed, placing his feet firmly on his carpeted floor. Only when his feet made contact with the ground, they hit something else--something hard, and fleshy. Lean, bruised fingers ran along the polished wood of the nightstand that sit beside his bedside, and picked up his glasses. He put his glasses on, and now, being able to see more clearly, saw the being below him.APH F.A.C.E - Concrete Angel in Drama More Like This
It was Alfred.
Matthew sighed as he gently kicked the American below him, making the older of the two boys flinch. Grumbles and minor curses came out of the other blonde's mouth, but Matthew dismissed them with a shake of his head. The Canadian teen stood slowly, stretched his muscles, and began about his
Candles AustriaxHungaryHungary sat in the middle of the floor of in the home she and Roderich shared together. Hugging a picture frame to her chest, she silently let out a few tears. Roderich had yet again promised her that they would go out together, but yet again, he had broken his promise. Hungary counted quietly how many times this had been. Three times now, three times she was alone in the mansion, sitting alone, crying. What was with him? There wasn't anything wrong with her, right? Hungary racked her brain for any possible flaws with her, but, not to be conceited, could not think of one reason why Roderich would not like her.Candles AustriaxHungary in Fan Fiction More Like This
The power lines went out
And I am all alone
But I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone
All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains
Thunder boomed outside, it had begun to storm. Sitting up, Elizaveta walked to the window. She loved it when it stormed, so she sat down on the ledge. The room was get
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'Man, I'm so awesome!' thought Gilbert Beilschimdt, the personification of Prussia (East Germany), as he walked (strutted) down the large, grand hall of the U.N. Meeting hall in Paris, France. It was France's turn to host the meeting much to his delight, as they were good friends. England on the other hand....not so much. As Prussia got closer to the big, wooden, double doors of the meeting room, his ears picked up the distinct sound of sobbing. He spun around; blood red eyes scanning the area around him, until he found what looked to be a blonde haired boy, with a peculiar curl sticking out, wearing glasses and a red hoodie, and holding what looked to be a polar bear. Gilbert walked over to the boy and crouched down beside him, "Mattie?"
The two had known each other for quite awhile through the introduction of France, and over time, Prussia had developed very strong feelings for the country of Canada. Said Canadian looked up, startled that someone had seen him. "O-oh it
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Wang Yao sighed heavily, slumping in his chair a little. Across from him, on the opposite side of the dining room table, was a distraught looking Ivan Braginski, the personification of Russia. Laid out in front of the two were many scattered index cards, with Chinese characters, words and phrases on them. Yao was teaching Ivan how to speak, write and understand Chinese after Ivan begged (forced) him to, under what circumstance, he would never know. And being the good nation of China that he was, he agreed. But after many hours of advanced studying, Ivan just couldn't either pronounce a word correctly or make the written character exactly right. Ivan was getting frustrated with himself for not even getting a single thing correct. He wished that everyone could just speak Russian, to make the world a hell of a lot easier. But NO~ God just had to be a Сука about it and make everyone speak different languages!
China sat up and re-arranged the
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Tino Vainamoinen had just finished setting the table for dinner when his lover, Berwald Oxenstierna, came home from a meeting with his boss. It was Tino and Berwald's two year anniversary of the time they started dating. They had both decided that they would have a nice dinner alone at home to celebrate, since Berwald never really wanted to go out much or throw a huge party, in which a certain Dane would never be invited to. Their "son", Peter Kirkland, better known as the micro nation of Sealand, was out for the night, staying over at his best friend, Raivis Galante's house, otherwise known at Latvia. Also their little dog, Hanatamago was asleep in her little dog bed by the fireplace, where a bright, warm glow enveloped the room and drowned out all of the cold weather coming in from outside. 'Tonight will be perfect' thought Tino as he came to the doorway to help Berwald get rid of his cold, damp, snow-ridden jacket and boots.
As the two lovers sat and talked, mostly a
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Ludwig Beilschimdt was working diligently in his office, working on some very important business documents for his boss. It was almost two in the afternoon and he had started working since eight o' clock this morning. He wasn't anywhere near halfway finished. To get his mind off of the paperwork for a while, Ludwig toyed with his Iron Cross in his fingers, a habit he got from his older brother, Gilbert. His mind started drifting from paperwork to a certain brunette with an odd curl that had the exact same necklace as he and Gilbert. Feliciano Vargas, the personification of North Italy, seemed to preoccupy his mind most of the time now. The ever joyful and carefree man was all Ludwig could think about these days. Ever since the days of World War II, Ludwig did all he could to ensure Feliciano's safety and (though he wouldn't admit it) happiness. He loved seeing that sunny smile on his crush's cute little face. He would do anything to make sure it stayed there
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Anyone bypassing the large home of Arthur Kirkland, the personification of Great Britain, on this particular night of July, would've heard (very loud) crying coming from the top level of the mansion (though when asked, he would deny it). In the bedroom of the large house, England was lying on his bed, with his face buried in his pillow, tears streaming down his face, and sobs and shudders wracking his body. This night was a reminder of one of England's worst nightmares coming true.... the Fourth of July. The day his most precious colony, the United States of America, became independent from him. Now, after over 200 years, Arthur still held the pain, the sadness and the anger of that heartbreaking day. 'He's probably out celebrating, like always...', Arthur thought grimly as his salty tears started to dry on his reddened cheeks. He, referring to Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America. The hamburger loving, loud mouthed, illogical idiot that Arthur had co
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AusHun- Making Music
Hungary could hear the beautiful melody coming from the piano echo throughout the grand estate of the personification of Austria. It permeated through each room, making the elegant aura of the home enhance tenfold. The maid of the Austrian smiled to herself hearing her crush play his beloved piano so beautifully and effortlessly. It made her wonder how he had gotten so musically gifted. Walking up the giant marble staircase, carefully balancing the tea tray she held in her hands, she headed towards Rodriech's music room. The delightful sound became louder as she got closer to the closed double doors that withheld the musical genius and his most loved instrument. Opening and closing the door behind her, as not to disturb nor scare the Austrian man whom she loved so dearly, she stood for a moment, listening and waiting until he finished.
Austria was so into the music, he did not hear Elizaveta come in and continued to play the beautiful piece. Concentrating, he made
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Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, a.k.a. the country of Spain wasn't his normal self on this day. On this day of all days, he was contemplating a certain predicament he was in as of now with a certain Italian. Southern Italy, to be exact, or better known as Romano to the rest of the countries. Earlier today, the two of them had just been out in Spain's garden picking tomatoes when he had made a simple observation of Romano's face (being beet red from the sun) looking like a nice ripe tomato. Then came the yelling, the cursing and the screaming at the Spaniard and ultimately ended in the result of the angry older Italian brother slamming the glass sliding door leading into the kitchen and storming away to his room. That was what lead Antonio to be in the position he was now. Sitting at the kitchen table alone, with his hands clasped near his mouth, leaning on his elbows, brows drawn together and a small wicker basket of freshly ripened and picked tomatoes sitting