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.
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
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: 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: 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: 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
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
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.
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
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
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
If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)"I've got this friend "If The Right One Came Along (DenNor) in Romance More Like This
Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.
"Do you now."
The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."
"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."
"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to find that person."
Lukas studies him for a moment. Ever though his eyes contain the trace of a smile, he is completely serious. And is he really drunk, or does the man's hair seem to defy all the laws of physics? Maybe both. His thoughts aren't coming out correctly.
"I've got a friend too," Lukas says, smiling bitterly at the glass in his hand. "He thought
Night .:Spamano:.Warning: Illegal amounts of fluff, Lovino, the abuse of marshmallows, and blanket-bashing.Night .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Boy love, don't like don't read.
"Come on, mi Lovinito! You're shivering!"
"Vaffanculo, bastardo! Like hell I'm going to even be caught dead with that on."
Sighing, Antonio looked over at the huddled mass that was his boyfriend (even though Lovino hated the word, it never stopped Antonio from using it). Despite the fact that he had his arms pulled inside of an oversized hoodie and wrapped around himself in a vain attempt to gain warmth, he still refused what was offered to him.
"But Lovi~" Antonio whined, reaching out with a long arm to poke the shivering Italian in his side. His hand was promptly smacked away (which was a real feat, honestly, with the other's hands still hidden in the jacket). "No one can see you here! Sure, you said that you'd rather use your own vomit instead, but please! Just take it." Lovino shook his head and scowled, refusing to meet Anton
Love: Part 1 .:Spamano:. WARNINGS: Lovino's mouth, some unanswered questions, and me attempting a fic based off a tumblr post. Boy love is inevitable, so don't like don't read.Love: Part 1 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
If you could know when you would meet your soul mate would you want to?
Tick... Tick... Tick...
The numbers slowly flashed by with each passing second, counting dutifully down as they had done for the past three years of his life.
Lovino just wished they would hurry the fuck up and reach zero already.
On the day of his fifteenth birthday, the timer had appeared faithfully, as it did for every person on their own, appeared on his wrist. The day it disappeared would be the destined day he would meet the person meant to be his soul mate.
When it first appeared, Lovino had been absolutely ecstatic. He had heard rumors, horror stories of the 'soul counter' never appearing. These people were always avoided, outcasted from society.
He was already an outcast of enough, shunned by his fellow peers in favor of hi
Spamano: FallingWARNINGS AND DISCLAIMER: Lovino, shameless fluff, I like to break the mold, oh look this scene has been done before I believe. BoyxBoy love. DL;DRSpamano: Falling in Romance More Like This
I do not own Hetalia or the characters ;__;
He refused to relinquish his grip, even as threats of bodily harm were thrown at him in angry and very rapid Italian. Antonio simply shook his head and tightened his grasp on the wall. There was no way he was going to move from that spot!
"This was your idea in the first place, idiot." Antonio grimaced, and risked casting a look over to Lovino, who was standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest.
"I-I know it was," Antonio mumbled, embarrassed. And he was really regretting it now as he slowly lost feeling in his fingers and his ankles began to cry out from stress of trying to stay upright.
" So why did you want to go ice-skating if you didn't know how to?" Antonio's fingers suddenly regained feeling and were aching now from the sheer amount of force he was using to
Love: Part 2 .:Spamano:.Warnings for this chapter: Lovino, slightly hinted GerIta and SwissBel(gium) but if you blink, you could possibly miss it. Boy love DL;DRLove: Part 2 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
MAKE SURE YOU READ PART ONE FIRST
Disclaimer:Hetalia is owned by the cutest man alive ; A ; I am not him
He decided to skip his class that day, ignoring his teacher's call of "Go sit back down! What do you mean you're leaving? I'm teaching here! DON'T IGNORE ME YOUNG MA-" Honestly, he could have cared less about what the lecture on World History would have been.
His life had just been fucked up and turned upside-down and he had no clue how the hellhe could go about fixing it.
Walking back down the same path he had taken earlier to class, he couldn't help but stare at the newest marking that was now etched on his skin. It was, in a way, mesmerizing. The left half of the quarter-sized heart was a cheerfully bright green, wonderfully contrasting with the ruby red other half.
He vaguely recalled his brother's heart, which had appeared a
Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:.Warnings for this chapter: Lovino's language, maybe slight OOC (I'm not sure?)Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. The man who does has been missing for months ;n;
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS THE THIRD PART OF A SERIES. CHECK THE DESCRIPTION FOR LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS!
Lovino fiddled with the cup in his hand nervously, sloshing the un-drunk liquid back and forth with each movement, his thoughts running wild due to anticipation. He tapped his leg anxiously against the ground, repressing the urge to run that rose in his chest as time passed at an impossibly slow rate. He knew he was getting stared at by the waitress, he could feel her gaze watching him apprehensively, as if afraid he would do something to her if she took her eyes off of him. But honestly, a menial waitress was the last thing on his mind.
Two days ago, he had met Antonio; he had met the person that was destined to be with him forever. He had met his match, the one who carried the same heart-s
Migraines-Spamano"Sheesh, isn't that idiot awake yet?"Migraines-Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino Vargas, personification of South Italy, sat back in his chair in his boyfriend's kitchen. It wasn't usual that Lovino woke up before that annoying Spanish bastard, so the Italian was a little curious as to why Antonio wasn't up yet.
The couple's morning usually operated as such. Antonio would wake up at an extremely early time in the morning and start working on some really elaborate breakfast that completely wasn't needed. After a few hours of working, he would then go back into their bedroom to wake Lovino with a smile, the Italian growling about how he didn't want to get up, even though he did so anyway. Once they've sat down an eaten, they would get on to what ever they had to do that day...which usually involved Antonio bothering Lovino at terrible times in the day.
It was different today since Antonio wasn't up and smiling like usual. This morning was just to...foreign.
"I better go see whats up...stupid moron." Lovino sighed irritably
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
Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano-(( I suggest listening to this while reading, It's 'Can you Feel the Love Tonight, the music box version, it just gives off a softer feeling.Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of a rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
"I don't see why I had to come as well, bastard" I grumbled under my breath while we hurried towards the French bastards front door. It was the dead of winter for fucks sake, why would we be having a small get together!?
"Because Lovi, it'll be good for you to get out of the house a bit more!" The brunette grinned in response, his wide smile visible in the moonlight lit atmosphere. I looked away from his smile to his eyes that shimmered green in the pale light, giving them a peaceful and calm look.
Ugh, get it together, Lovino!
"Oi! How would you know whether I've been going out the house or not?"
Dark Side -Spamano-there's a place that I knowDark Side -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
I looked at the bastard that was sitting by the tree in the school yard, a happy and oblivious grin on his face.
It didn't even take me two seconds to turn and flee from where I stood, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I started to grit my teeth together, ignoring the damned Albino and French pervert that were calling out my name.
No! They had to be wrong!
The albino and the pervert had ditched Antonio by the tree for a few moments to talk to me, and they had told me that the tomato bastard was head over heels for me
No, that couldn't be right!
He couldn't love me I was sour and unfriendly
Unlike my brother of course
He was cuter, nicer, funnier, more sociable, and just over all better than I would ever be
I was just his big brother, but I was also his shadow.
Like Matthew was to Alfred I suppose
No one liked me
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
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Erg, why did I come to that damn American bastard's party anyway?
Oh, that's right; Feliciano dragged me here, with his potato sucking boyfriend. I could almost spot thinking about it, but I just grumbled and slumped against the wall.
No one came towards me, which was good in a way, because everyone knew I was most likely going to curse at them and tell them to fuck off.
But of course, there were a few exceptions who didn't mine coming towards me
And that was that pervert France.
"Bonjour mon amour~" A perverted and thick French accent murmured behind me, warm warms wrapping tightly around my waist.
"Eh? Get off me you fucking perv!" I growled, squirming around in his arms. He just laughed at me, his arms tightening around my waist.
"Oh clam down mon amour, I wonder if you're this feisty in bed. Should we found out, oui?" He grinned, and my blood ran cold in my veins.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU PERVERTITO BASTAR
My Angel, His Demon -3-(Quick note: I'm hoping to keep this in Romano's P.O.V only! Just a heads up!)My Angel, His Demon -3- in Short Stories More Like This
The Spaniard looked up from his resting place, his eyes widening at the bustling streets, honking cars and the screams of children begging not to go to their school.
"Wow I haven't been here in nearly over a hundred years " The bastard murmured, a small smile stretching on his face "Si! That means I get tomatoes!"
What the fuck were tomatoes, don't ask me. I've never had one.
"Really?" I muttered in sarcasm "Me either!"
Of course he never caught the note of sarcasm in my voice, quickly turning to look at me with shining eyes.
"I thought demons-
"Don't live by stereotypes angel!" I growled, missing my lashing tail horribly "We demons are basically the opposite of what you think we are. The only thing you've basically got right is the fact that we have horn and a tail. The rest is all shit!"
Antonio's eyes widened just that bit more at my speech, his eyes still glittering at me in wonder. A small bl
My Angel, His Demon -5-"Glad to be back" I nodded, keeping my lips in a firm line.My Angel, His Demon -5- in Short Stories More Like This
Only older countries, such as Kiku and I, knew about the 'son' act.
Kiku had been my second in charge if anything were to happen to young Alfred, but seeing as I had failed on one of my missions; the son act was set in act.
All counties knew about the fact that they could return back to earth for a second chance, except for the younger countries of course
"So who is your angel care taker?" Kiku murmured, crossing his arms over his chest. Alfred was still shooting glances at Kiku and I, still clearly shocked about the old boss coming back.
"That bastard, Antonio" I growled, nibbling on my bottom lip. I heard a short intake of breath from Kiku, and of course that was understandable he knew about my whole past.
"Antonio? Well friend, I wish you the best of luck From the way you talk about him, He's not someone to trust counting he is an angel. My angel sucks, all he does is sleep" Kiku snarled,
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"The fuck did you just call me?" I hissed, yanking my arm away from his grasp. I hissed and growled at him, my eyes turning to icy slits.
You can take away our tails and horns, but we can fucking hiss.
Antonio looked at me for a moment, and a look of realisation crossed his fucked up, retarded face.
"Ah, that might be a bit much, si? Okay! Let's go Lovi!" He laughed again, the dumb look replaced with a huge shit eating grin.
I growled deep in my throat as he yanked on my arm again, pulling me along the busy market. Even though I kept the pissed off look in my dark red face, terror still made my muscles twitch.
I didn't like being in crowds this big; it was starting to get the better of me
My eyes snapped up to look at the bastard, his gasp of terror sounding like he just saw a dead body or something.
"What's the matter?" I snapped, my eyes darting around the market as I felt another hiss bubble in my throat.
"I've got no money!"
100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)Eh, what was the use of me being in the world anyway?100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, everyone has a reason to live, right? They shouldn't go because they know that their family knows and remembers them.
Too bad for me no one knew who I was.
Just simple old Canada or Matthew, as I got people to call me when I wasn't at the world meetings, but they usually forgot.
I went to say hello to France, my papa as I called him, before and all he did was look at me blankly, and ask the all too familiar question.
"Eh, who are you again sorry?"
Even Japan didn't know me, and he had a memory as I heard.
No one really cared about me not even my own brother America remembered me!
If I was killed, or if I committed suicide, no one would care.
They'd find my body probably, but no one would remember who I was.
No one ever did
And, that's why I was here, standing on the roof of an abandoned building, my body shaking violently as the snow bet against my skin.
"Oh maple should I do this?" I groan
Spamano "Romano!" Spain called after the boy who was storming out of the house. "I bought you tomatoes!"Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
"Dammit!" Romano yelled to himself. "Why does he always have to be here? Doesn't he have his own damn life?"
Just minutes ago Spain had told him "Te quiero," or "I love you."
"Damn pedophile. He realizes it's pedophilia, right?"
And that's exactly what he'd said to his brother, Italy Veneziano, last night.
"It's not pedophilia!" his brother responded in the all too happy tone he always had. "We're countries, so it's different for us!"
"Easy for you to say! That potato-sucking bastard of yours is the same age as you."
"But with how we age, Spain is only about two or three years older than you. And you must love him back if you're telling me about him."
"What?! Me love him back?" Romano's face turned as red as a tomato, the only food
Hot Tomato - Spamano Romano smiled joyfully, being he was alone had no one to witness his smile, as he skipped, also because no one was around, through the tomato garden.Hot Tomato - Spamano in Romance More Like This
But suddenly he stopped as a beautiful red tomato caught his eye.
"Mmm," he hummed as he picked it and brought it to his mouth.
But, as with the skipping, he stopped suddenly. He remembered the pasta he'd eaten with his brother the night before and the deliciousness of the tomato sauce that covered it.
Now he looked at the tomato quizically. "I wonder how you'd taste heated up?"
So, glancing around to make sure he was still alone, he skipped back up to the house he shared with Spain.
Upon seeing the door was still locked, he knew Spain was still at one of his various meetings.
So he put a frying pan on the stove and placed his nice, ripe tomato in the middle.
"You're going to be
Spamano-Just the Way You Are"All done," Lovino smiled in the mirror.Spamano-Just the Way You Are in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just then he heard the door to Antonio's house open.
"Tonio, Tonio!" Lovino skipped from the bathroom to see the face of the man he admired light up in shock.
"Lovi...you dyed your hair green!"
"Yeah! I remembered how you said that turtle's green shell was so pretty and-" Lovino blushed. "And thought of your beautiful green eyes. I wanted something beautiful of my own."
Antonio stared in amazement before laughing.
"Bastard," Lovino muttered, feeling humiliated. Of course Toni would find this stupid.
Lovino closed his eyes and after a moment felt himself being hugged.
"Lovi..." Antonio turned Lovino around and kissed his forehead. "You're adorable, just the way you are."
Antonio held him for awhile before dropping his arms to his side and sighing.
Lovino took this moment to give Tonio a quick peck on the lips and, blushing, ran away.
Antonio just chuckled as his own cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink. "Lovi...you're so cute.
GermanyxItaly Germany sat on his bed, tears softly caressing his face. "Italy...why must you be so cute?"GermanyxItaly in Short Stories More Like This
Italy was always so happy-go-lucky and liked everyone. Now if only he could love Germany.
He wanted to hold the small man in his arms, like a true friend. But they were in the middle of a war and Italy needed training.
"Italy's survival over my wishes," Germany reminded himself. "If something happened to him..." he shook his head. "I could never forgive myself."
"Doitsu!" Italy called cutely from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!"
Germany stood and brushed the tears from his eyes. He'd look proud and pulled together in front of Italy. He would. He absolutely would.
"Doitsu?" Italy sounded worried as Germany swirled pasta around his fork.
"Are you okay? You haven't eaten your pasta or your potatoes!"
Romano+HomeworkEqualsSpamano? "Dammit, I need help!" Lovino yelled angrily, throwing his backpack on the floor as he came home to his guardian.Romano+HomeworkEqualsSpamano? in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lovi," Antonio looked worried and slid his arm over the small Italian's shoulders. "Can I help you?"
Antonio's arm felt warm against Lovi's back and he felt his cheeks heat up. "Bastard, don't touch me!"
Not being used to the feeling, Lovino had trouble with how he reacted. He actually quite liked the Spaniard and lied the warmth in his voice and in his touch... but it also made him embarrassed, feeling so weak and open.
"I'm sorry," the older man's eyes saddened. "What's wrong?"
Lovino felt bad, having made his guardian upset, but he didn't know what to do so he ignored it. "I don't understand my homework."
"I can help! Take it out, we can work at the table."
"Okay," the boy agreed and picked up his backpack.
I Love My Brother Club Itacest Romano exited the stupid club, not really feeling better at all. America could have his brother (who he wasn't really sure existed) if he damn well wanted to. Prussia God dammit he'd had sex with Germany! How fucking unfair! And the rest were as alone as he was.I Love My Brother Club Itacest in Humor More Like This
He began thinking about the damn potato bastards again. It wasn't that he wanted to have sex with his brother (not that it wouldn't be totally hot and perfect) but he wanted his brother to actually love him. He could trick Italy into sex, but he'd still be absolutely alone.
Italy didn't even like Romano. He knew Italy was still inhumanely nice to him, but his brother was just like that. One person's inhumanely nice was Italy's annoyance and dislike (not hate, though. Was it even possible for Italy to hate?)
And Romano just kept loathing his life as he walked headfirst into someone on the way home, shutting his eyes in pain.
Too TiredMatthew had a tendency to spill all of his secrets when he was tired. He would start of rambling about random things that made no sense and would eventually begin saying everything he'd held in, no matter what the consequences would be, simply because he was tired and didn't have the common sense not to do such a thing. However, there was one secret he was certain to keep. He was hopelessly in love with his older twin brother, Alfred.Too Tired in Romance More Like This
Matt had known about his crush on Al since they were seventeen, but he realized the feelings had developed long before that. He'd always cared deeply for his twin. He was proud of Al's intelligence and his heart swelled whenever Alfred got carried away in his hero complex. The way Alfred was willing to make friends with anyone and help out everyone he met just made Matthew feel like he had the absolute best brother in the world. When Alfred starting dating in ninth grade, Matthew had assumed he just hated the preppy girls because he knew they would break
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
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
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
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
Isolated: Snapped!Iceland OneshotIn my house, there is a large, framed picture of the five of us.Isolated: Snapped!Iceland Oneshot in Horror More Like This
Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
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
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
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
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
Unconditional SpainxRomano"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!"Unconditional SpainxRomano in Short Stories More Like This
"You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!"
It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian.
"You always... run from me... why?"
"Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!"
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic.
"You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!"
"Romano... what d... what are you talking about amor?"
Spain's hand rose to pat Romano, but it froze with Romano's next bust of words;
"No one really likes me! No one ever has! They always want something out of me, and you do to! I know you do! You wouldn't treat me this way really, especially after... how I treat you... and how I run away..."
"Is that how you really feel?"
Romano was surprised
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
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
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
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
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
We Are Young: A Spamano Fanfiction I lied awake many nights watching you as you slept and I wondered if you ever blamed me, as much as I blamed myself. I would watch as you often tossed and turned and wondered, if I was the reason for your bad dreams. I wasn't even sure if I should trust myself around you anymore, when my thoughts got to this point, I would leave the room, and let you awaken alone. Was I selfish for letting you awaken alone? All these questions, didn't help ease my mind any, because I was sure they were things you might be questioning of me in your mind as well, things neither of us could confront or talk about because we were doing our best to forget it. I knew you were the jealous type, but apparently, I was worse. You remember what had happened, you started to go places with a young girl often, you said she was an assistant to your boss and she was helping you get through some financial things I couldn't help you with, yet I began to grow jealous of her, as you spent morWe Are Young: A Spamano Fanfiction in Drama More Like This
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
Spamano: Dear DiaryQuerido Diario,Spamano: Dear Diary in Romance More Like This
Lovino Vargas is so cute. Even cuter than last year! And this year, we're both in high school, so I can ask him out without him calling me a paedophile! Although after all those dreams I've been having of him
It was 07:30 when all of Hetalia High School was graced with the confident, beaming white grin of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Like every other day, he stirred the student body with the turning heads of giddy, gossiping girls. Like every other day, he nodded them a modest "Hello" and pretended not to notice. With his cheery, apple eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his smoothly tanned arms and his curling chocolate locks like soft blades of grass, he was the perfect picture of any teenager's dream. His embracing eyes scanned the line of mossy-coloured lockers, leaving a trail of swooning girls like fallen dominoes wherever they passed. Gradually, his carmine lips closed together and curled at the edges in an attempt to suppress his pleasure at the si
Spamano: Tangled In The SheetsLovino would always give in to Antonio's pleads that he share his bed with him for the night. Every night was the same; he resisted, he insulted, he scoffed and he cursed. But in the end he was in that same bed, Antonio's chest pressed against his back with the Spaniards arms around him.Spamano: Tangled In The Sheets in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lovino loved it.
The Italian stirred in his sleep uncomfortably. He suddenly felt restrained, a feeling that he despised. He placed his hands on the sleeping Antonio's chest and pushed himself up, but he didn't get very far.
"Moron," he hissed, throwing Antonio's arms off of him. He tried to get up again, wiggling his feet to try and kick the taller man, but again to no avail. He glanced down to the bottom half of the bed; it was almost too dark to see. He sighed, blowing a strand of hair from tickling his nose.
He kicked his legs again and again, feeling the bed sheets wrapped securely around them, "That idiot! He's lying on top of the sheets, so they won't let me go," he whispered to himself. He grab
Spamano: Teacher's PetBuzz buzz buzzSpamano: Teacher's Pet in Fan Fiction More Like This
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard. I'm tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but that will just give him some sort of "go for it" vibe, so I resist. I don't want to slip any further, no matter how much I want to.
I pull back and glare at him, "Shouldn't you be telling me to do my homework or something?"
"Ah, but it's after school hours, Lovino," he chuckles, speaking to me as if
SuFin: Truth or Dare"Alright," Denmark slammed his almost-empty pint glass of beer onto the counter of the bar, turning to his un-amused friends in the chaos of the pub, "Who's up for some clubbing? There's this great place I know near the-"SuFin: Truth or Dare in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Please," Norway interrupted, rolling his eyes with folded arms, his brother Iceland watching admirably, "I think we've suffered enough nonsense for one night. This is the last time we let you choose where we go on a night out."
"Fine, so what do you propose we do now?"
"Go home. If I sit here for any longer I'm going to get a headache. And I thought you were loud."
"Um," Finland chirped from his tall stool in the hopes of stopping any arguments from ensuing, with Sweden lurking behind him, "If you like, we could all go to my home to listen to some music and order a pizza."
Before Norway had a chance to answer, and before Iceland and Sweden could even be noticed nodding in agreement, Denmark butted in in with a snaky scowl; "You guys wouldn't know a good
PruAus: Asleep On The CouchRoderich rolled his eyes at the first thing he noticed upon walking into the living room. The arrogant, near-white haired freeloader was spread over the entire sofa, snoring loudly. He was still wearing his heavy boots, with one leg hung up on the back of the chair.PruAus: Asleep On The Couch in Fan Fiction More Like This
"For goodness sake," Roderich murmured, approaching the lazing drunk, "he's going to get dirt all over the couch, and I'm the one who is going to have to clean it."
He contemplated waking the fallen nation, but that would mean he would have to look after him all night, and make sure he doesn't stumble into any trouble. He would also end up with a headache, well aware of Gilbert's strange habit of singing when intoxicated.
Roderich sighed, and walked around Gilbert's arm that stuck out over the edge of the sofa carefully; he could have been pretending to be asleep, and if he was, Gilbert would surely try to grab him if he got too close. But there was no movement. The well-primped Austrian left the living room, but soo
Giripan: Nap Partners"Konnichiwa," Heracles smiled at Kiku standing in the doorway. The Japanese man looked surprised to see him, but pleased nonetheless.Giripan: Nap Partners in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, konnichiwa Heracles-kun. What brings you here today?"
The Grecian held up a small rectangular box and rattled it persuasively, "I brought Pocky."
Kiku knew what this meant. He nodded, stepping aside, "Would you like to come in?"
"Arigatou!" Heracles beamed and hurried in, kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly next to Kiku's. Kiku smiled; he had been practicing his Japanese, that much was evident.
Kiku closed the door behind him, "Have you come to show off all of the new words you have learned?"
Heracles chuckled, "Iie, I thought we could watch another historical Japanese movie. The one you showed me last week was so fascinating! Have you got any more?"
"Hai, lots." Kiku led Heracles into his TV room and gestured for him to sit down while he searched through his large collection of DVDs, "There is Tsuma Yo Bara No Yoni, Hawai Mare o
Giripan: You Look HandsomeAll was peaceful in Kiku's home until he was disrupted by an enthusiastic knocking on the door. He was quite annoyed about it until he found Heracles smiling at him on his doorstep, just as he always did. But something was different.Giripan: You Look Handsome in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Konnichiwa," the Greek greeted him the same way that he always did. However, Kiku was too distracted by his friend's new attire. Heracles caught on immediately and stated the obvious; "I bought myself a kimono."
And so he had. It was the first time Kiku had laid eyes on the brunette wearing anything oriental. Quite different compared to the white, rather feminine-looking kimono that Kiku currently wore, which was decorated with lilac flowers, Heracles wore dark blue and deep purple, that looked utterly amazing on him (Kiku thought).
"Well? What do you think?"
Kiku shook his head of his thoughts and brought his gaze to meet that of the Grecian's. "It looks really good on you," he began, "You really suit it."
"I knew it," Heracles beamed, "Don't I look sexy
FrUK: Body LanguageIt was a rare sight to see when Arthur and Francis weren't arguing. Arthur was always chewing his head off for one thing or another. Francis didn't exactly make it easy, though, always making advances or sexual remarks. For once, they weren't arguing (they were trying very hard not to). Francis had shown up on Arthur's doorstep, and for some reason, Arthur invited him in for tea. He found it amusing, actually, that Francis agreed to try a homemade treat from the Brit. He didn't run to the bathroom to throw it up again afterwards, either.FrUK: Body Language in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now, they were having a simple, innocent chat.
"Oh oui, I agree, mon Angleterre. Zat Alfred needs to learn a zing or two about-"
"What did you call me?"
"Pardon? Oh, I called you mon Angleterre."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means 'my England', of course."
"Hey!" Arthur went red with anger, "I'm not your anything! And speak English why don't you?"
"Mon cher," Francis teased, "why is it zat you do not embrace ze language of love and
SuFin: Ice-creamTino smiled to himself as he squirmed further into the comfort of the couch, his feet up and a cool silk blanket cuddled up against his chest and over his knees. It was noon and he was awarded for his thus far hard work with a bit of piece and quiet. His favourite cartoon was playing on the TV, Hanatamago was sleeping, and his two favourite men in the whole wide world had gone out for ice-cream.SuFin: Ice-cream in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was surprised when he heard the front door be pushed open, followed by the heavy, lugging steps that could only be his partner. Maybe they had forgotten something, because they hadn't left all that long ago. Berwald stepped into the living room and Tino sat up to greet him.
"Back so soon?" he smiled, but Berwald didn't have the expression that suggested he had forgotten something or he had come back for a camera or another kiss. He simply nodded and sat down on the couch beside Tino's feet.
"Oh. Where's Peter?"
"Saw Raivis. Let Peter go play w' him."
"Aww," Tino chuckled lightly, picturing t
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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
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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
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
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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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.
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.
Spamano- Passing NotesThey sat with each other in complete silence; the way Lovino liked it.Spamano- Passing Notes in Romance More Like This
Antonio was not clinging to him as though the Italian nation were to disappear if he let go. He was not constantly rambling about how much he loved tomatoes. He was not attempting to sexually harass the eldest Italy brother or steal random kisses from him.
They sat in complete silence and Lovino thought it were bliss. He was able to get his thoughts together, and think about how much he hated that potato-bastard Germany and he could think about how much he hated his brother for liking that stupid potato-bastard.
The silence was all he needed, and it felt amazing.
Antonio, however, was devising something completely wonderful. It would make his Lovi think twice about hitting him on the head and calling him a stupid tomato-bastard and whatever else he loved to call him.
This would be brilliant and romantic and amazing and he would love him forever and ever and ever and ever... and so and so forth.
However, he just didn
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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
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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The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.
It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just he shuddered a little at the thought.
He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.
He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring someth