Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"
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: 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: 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
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
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
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
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
Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshotDisclaimer: Hetalia. Not mine. NOOOPE. Now hush and try to enjoy my random Spamano drabble.Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshot in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano lived with Spain during his childhood, everyone knows this. They also know the two have been together since god-knows-when. What most of them don't know, with the exception of Prussia and France since that idiot Spain told them, was that it was actually Romano who fell in love first. He was hundreds of years old, but was still a little kid, when he realized it. It was just another typical day at Spain's house; the man had been gone for half a year, which was common back in the man's pirating days. Of course every time he left, whether Romano could admit it or not, the small boy would worry about the Spaniard. The brow bastard wasn't exactly known for his kindness towards Spain, after all.
But this time, when Spain came home, he was covered in blood. Some of his crew carried him into his room and
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Spain wakes up feeling dizzy and having trouble breathing. His nose is stuffed, head is throbbing, and his throat feels as though a cat has been using it as a scratching post. Today is definitely not going to be a good day.
"Oi! Bastard! Wake up! We're supposed to harvest the tomatoes today, remember?" Romano yells, his voice echoing through the house.
"Lovi " Spain calls in a hoarse voice before Romano finally comes into his room, the anger on his face changing to what looks like annoyance.
"What the hell? You look like shit!" Romano waits for the man to respond, but only gets a strange mumble from him. He quickly walks up to Spain and places a hand on his head. "D-damnit! You're sick? Seriously? Ugh "
Spain nods and looks at Romano with sad eyes. "Lovi would you take care of me?"
" Is something going on with the government?" Romano asks.
All I want :Spamano one shot:Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or the song titleAll I want :Spamano one shot: in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All I want for Christmas is you
Romano returns to the home shared with Italy all by himself. His stupid younger brother decided ditching him for a certain macho bastard was a better idea, not that he cares. No, he doesn't, at least where Italy is concerned. If he was to be completely honest though, he'd have to admit there is one person who's absence from his house is making him maybe a little lonely, slightly.
That person is Spain; the clueless idiot he has been dating for centuries. Yes, centuries. As soon as Romano's body was of age. However, the length in which they have been dating is not the point; Spain's stupidity is. In all the centuries they have been together he and Spain rarely ever spend the holidays alone with one another.
He honestly doesn't mind the yearly parties with the other countries, no matter how fucking crazy they get. All he wants is to spe
The Greatest Man In The World1Disclaimer: I do not own HetaliaThe Greatest Man In The World1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter One: You Could Do Better
Lovino lives in a church with his brothers Feliciano and Marcello. They have lived here since Marcello was around one, making Feliciano two and Lovino about three. Needless to say, it's all they know. Feliciano wishes to stay for the rest of his life, even become a priest, but Marcello and Lovino want more out of life. Lovino wants more for their lives as well. He is only sixteen, but he is desperately trying to get out already.
The people of the church are kind, except when they are bad of course, and then they are cruelly brutal. But they haven't gotten in trouble in probably three years. Feliciano is a good kid in the first place, Marcello is also pretty well behaved, and Lovino has learned when he can and can't say things. Which basically means he knows all the secret areas in the church grounds.
The Greatest Man ITW Ch.8Disclaimer: I TOTALLY DISCLAIM, MAN!The Greatest Man ITW Ch.8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter Eight: Controversial yet mundane.
Antonio grabs a man by the neck and slams him against the wall of the empty basement. Since he killed Baldovino, Benedetto has been absolutely brutal to him. Hehas not beat him, or anything else physically harmful to him for that matter, but he has been forcing Antonio to kill more and more people from his secret dungeon. That's right, Benedetto has a secret dungeon. He does many other illegal things inside the church, so it's really not that much of a surprise to Antonio.
Antonio slams the man's head into the wall again, causing the back of his head to shatter. He wipes his hands of the blood on the dead man's shirt before going back to Lovino's room, even though it isn't technically his anymore he still goes to the boy's room rather than his own every night. As they've been doing all wee
If It's Love Ch.10If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Ten: Bad Friends Trio
It's Lovino's first day off after starting work at that slave shop Roderich calls a restaurant, and he's going to enjoy it. Rather than spending time with his brothers or the insufferable man child living with them, he's going to go see Matthew and spend time with him. Maybe go to the movies, eat somewhere aside from that damned restaurant, or anything really. Just as long as it is away from those idiots who cause him headaches.
Lovino gathers up his wallet and house keys before heading off to Matthew's.
"Lovi! Don't leave without saying goodbye!" Antonio whines, running over to him.
"Ugh this is my day off, which means it's a day off from you and your stupid sign." Lovino grumbles, looking at him annoyed.
"Nobody grab-asses my Lovi." Antonio says with a strangely dark smile on his face.
"I-I'm not yours!" Lovino stutters, his face going bright red. "Now go s
If It's Love Ch.7If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Seven: Home alone
Lovino arrives home from school and smells something cooking. It's been a month since Antonio started working at the restaurant now and every night he comes home to practice new foods, most of which are Spanish. He's also been nagging Lovino about how great it is to work there. Lovino isn't stupid, he knows what is coming. On the seventeenth this month he will turn sixteen and Roderich will pursue him for a job at his restaurant even more fiercely. Because when Roderich wants something, he gets it.
Not in a creepy mafia kind of way, but in a bribing kind of way. An example of this was when he wanted Daniel, the Hungarian man, to work for him. Daniel refused because he worked somewhere close to where his crush, the boy Liu from Taiwan, lived. In response Roderich found Liu, offered him a job above minimum wage, and got Daniel easily after that. He also did that with
Unbreakable Promise ch.3Unbreakable PromiseUnbreakable Promise ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: A storm
Amidst the groaning of the ships, and of her crew, Lovino tries desperately to cling to sleep for as much longer as he can. They are arriving at a port today, which will be nice, but until then he doesn't really want to associate with anyone. Perhaps Matthew, but as nice as he is the boy is still a pirate so Lovino cannot trust him.
"Hmmm…sleeping beauty sure is a stubborn one, huh?" Antonio asks, leaning over him on the bed. "I know you're awake, Lovi."
Lovino's eyes shoot open and his face goes bright red. "O-only because some pirate decided to get so close to me in a bed!" He huffs, rolling over to face Antonio and push him away.
"Haha! Well, worry not; we are very close to shore. We should be there by tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" The Italian whines. "Matthew said today!"
"Yes…well….it was going to be today…until…" Antonio look
A Helping Hand Ch.12A Helping HandA Helping Hand Ch.12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Twelve: Dense
Lovino yawns and wakes up, immediately noticing a few strange things. First, rather than his nice warm bed, he's asleep on the couch. Second, and this is a big second, is that rather than actually being on the cushions of said couch he is laying on a certain Spaniard who is still sound asleep. "Oh dear god…" He groans , sitting up on Antonio's stomach. "Get up, you idiot."
Antonio stretches beneath him before flashing a lazy smile. "Morning Lovi."
Lovino blushes and stands up quickly. "D-don't smile at me so stupidly."
"Wooow, you sure are cold this morning." The Spaniard teases, sitting up tiredly.
"Ugh, my neck hurts…why did I have to sleep on the couch?" Lovino groans, stretching out. "And on such an uncomfortable object." He grumbles and Antonio huffs.
"Rude, Lovi, rude."
The two of them fall into a tense silence for a minute before Lovino looks back over to him.
If It's Love Ch.16If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Sixteen: A ruined night?
Lovino has two months left, he's made his intentions perfectly clear to Arthur, and now he just has to put them to the test. What kind of test? A kiss. If he enjoys kissing Antonio then he will know exactly what he feels. It's a perfect, fool proof test! All he has to do is take Antonio on the perfect date, get him completely alone and ask him to kiss him, which Lovino knows he will happily do.
He explains it to Matthew, sitting in the Canadian's bedroom and watching the amused look on his friend's face. "What is that all about?"
"All that trouble for a kiss? Shouldn't you just go up to him and ask for one? I mean does it truly matter if people are around? Or if you have the perfect date beforehand?" Matthew asks in exasperation. "You like to complicate things, don't you?"
"I do not! I don't want to have a bunch of people around because it will
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
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!"
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 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: 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
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
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
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
SuFin: Vivid Colours"Peter, have you seen your father?"SuFin: Vivid Colours in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Uh huh! He's upstairs painting. But he won't let me see it."
Tino laughed, "Well, you know how those artists get," he placed his hand on the boys head and stroked his hair lightly, "I'll go see if he's nearly finished."
"'kay mama!" Peter bubbled absentmindedly. All of his attention was on his favourite cartoon that was playing on the TV; Spongebob Squarepants. He didn't notice his motherly figure cringe before leaving to find Berwald.
There was a light tap on the door. Berwald lifted his head from the canvas before him and looked up, "Hm?"
Tino opened the door carefully, smiling at the sight of his husband, "There you are. Peter told me you were painting." Berwald nodded, holding up his paintbrush enough for Tino to see it. Tino walked over gingerly, "So can I see?"
"Well, how unfinished is it?"
"'m still paintin' family."
"Family?" Berwald wasn't shielding the canvas as he usually would when he didn't want his painting to b
Prologue: You and Me"Sweden, hurry up and answer the damn door!"Prologue: You and Me in Fan Fiction More Like This
Berwald rolled his eyes behind his spectacles. His sort-of-friend Lars was always like this, but with one exception. He seemed almost excited right now; someone new was moving in with them. It wasn't that Lars was particularly fond of this person. In fact, Berwald put it all down to his controlling nature. Their new roommate was joining them, a new nation teaming up with each of their own, and so to Lars, it meant more power.
Lars stomped down the stairs quite hurriedly as Berwald swung the front door open to a measly, pimpled teen holding a thin square box.
He croaked his well rehearsed "Pizza delivery", quivering at the sight of the blonde who loomed over him and raised a brow before turning to Lars, who had come up behind him.
"Ah I ordered pizza. You didn't want any, right?"
Berwald stepped back and allowed Lars to take care of it. He paid the delivery boy, without a tip, took the box from him and closed the door. He turned to Berw
You and Me: Chapter 1"Hilsener, Finland," Lars grinned cheekily at the small man who stood nervously before him.You and Me: Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tino found himself looking up at two towers of men. He had of course met with the Danish man on various occasions before their agreement, but now with two nearly-six-foot-tall men before him, he felt intimidated.
"T-terve," he forced a smile and extended his hand to shake with Lars, but he ignored it.
"Ok so your bedroom is upstairs. Don't expect some sort of maid service, so clean it yourself. Breakfast and lunch and dinner and all that will be, well, whenever Berwald makes it "
Tino's eyes found their way to Berwald upon the mention of his name. The large blonde was staring almost intensely at him, but he didn't smile and didn't scowl. There was nothing threatening about his gaze, but it made Tino feel awkward.
"Your room's the one next to Berwald's. He can help you carry all of your crap. I'll be on the couch watching TV so don't get in the way."
Tino tried to say something, but he could
SPAMANO GAKUEN: First meetingWarning for crude humor and Romano language.SPAMANO GAKUEN: First meeting in Fan Fiction More Like This
His heart was beating fast, breathing hard as he cautiously leaned his back on the brick wall.
His face was hot and red from running as he feels his sweat sliding down his back. Romano dared to peek. He edged his head on the corner, carefully trying to see if there is any sign of him.
The garden behind the school building was empty, thank goodness! Romano sighed. Crickets sang their cheery summer cricks as the vegetable garden in front of him lay deserted. He slumped on the ground, trying to catch his breath. How long has it been that he spends lunch time running around and hiding from the Idiot. Well he doesn't have any clubs to attend in lunch time so he always spends his time alone. But now, he never gets his peaceful alone time not with the Idiot around.
During middle school, he always spends lunch time with his little sister but it has already been two years since he went to t
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Antonio's First day at Romano's school. This is a continuation of the flashback in the first fic Spamano Gakuen: First Meeting.
Antonio breathed the fresh air. Yes, this is a lovely morning indeed! He walked to his new school, wearing his new uniform with a bright smile on his face. He should have had a terrible hangover today from all the beer he had last night but amazingly, he was in tip top condition! However did he manage to wake up so early probably has something to do with the nasty "hangover remover potion" Francis gave him.
Something happened last night that made him really happy. He doesn't remember it clearly but he kinda knows the general flow of the night. He met some guys that wanted to play, he won the game and then he claimed the prize by kissing the princess!
Yes, He doesn't remember much but he cannot forget the princess who knocked him out cold. He has a little souvenir in
Tomatoes, Tobacco and WomenWhat's in this fic?Tomatoes, Tobacco and Women in Profiles More Like This
>Romano ladies man
>Mafia!Romano and Mafia!Veneziano
>Original Character reporter/columnist human
>Jealous!America of England's former lover
>World meeting chaos with various appearances of countries
>nation that can manipulate their citizen.
>Bad touch trio appearance
Romano's handsome smile was a gift. It was something you would remember and expect to receive when you know he's in the club. When he comes, he is either with his brother or is surrounded by people. It may be a group of intimidating men in suits who seems to be his bodyguards or skimpy clothed women who hangs all over him. At first glance you can tell that he is different. It may be because he's handsome but it's more like his aura or maybe because he is the embodiment of half a nation and affects southern Italians that way. Not that the people know that. He carries himself with an air of confidence and awesomeness that other nation does not know abou
Spamano HeartsIt was green. It was a calming leaf green, and Lovino hated it. He would much rather have his heart be red, the color of a tomato, his favorite food. Unfortunately, someone had already taken that color. One Antonio Fernandez Carredo claimed that color. As though he didn't have enough reason to hate Antonio and his heart, but both of theirs had begun to crack at the same time, and in the same pattern. When Antonio had gotten wind of this news, he latched onto it like a cat on curtains. Lovino, on the other hand, avoided him like a cat to water. Though they had known each other for years, there was something about the Spaniard he couldn't stand. It was probably that he was so happy all the time. Or maybe it was that he brought Lovino a tomato from his own garden nearly every day. He remembered when that had started. He had been in a rush and didn't have time to grab the bag lunch he had packed, so he was sitting in the lunchroom glaring at the table. Antonio had chosen that moment to sitSpamano Hearts in Fan Fiction More Like This
HeartsEver heard the expression "To wear your heart on your sleeve?" Well, here, people wear their hearts on their chests. It's a normal part of society and everyone has it, much like a freckle or a finger. Each heart is a different color and all hearts eventually break. This is not as bad as it sounds. When a person's heart breaks, half of it falls out. That person then carries it around to find another person whose heart has broken in a matching fashion. Those people are then destined to be together forever. However, during the time a person's heart is broken well it does affect them. Everyone handles it differently, some get depressed, some get sick and some go through denial.Hearts in Fan Fiction More Like This
Arthur Kirkland stared at the yellow half-heart in his hand. "No " he whispered. This couldn't be happening, not yet!
"Arthur!" The Briton glared at his best friend form his fish and chips.
"What do you want, Alfred?"
Alfred F. Jones had been Arthur's best friend since he moved from England. H
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
Spain's Lost Diary: 2Spain's Lost Diary: Page 2Spain's Lost Diary: 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
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
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 _4_ Another lit. He was getting pretty frequent at standing outside his home, lighting the long sticks of cancer, blowing smoke into the air as ashes fell slightly now and again. The air began to get chilly again, winter was still upon them that January, he could tell it would be a cold one, drearier than any other. Usually, he was warmed by the aid of someone at his side, but this year, he'd be completely alone, and he had a feeling that not even the fire's glow would warm him this year. Then, he noticed someone walking past the wall on the outskirts of the courtyard, a curl protruding from the right of her hair, such, familiar hair. Letting the cigarette drop, he crushed it there with his foot, walking out into the snow ridden grassland, toward the girl passing by.The Trip That Was a Mistake: Spamano _4_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. god.. honestly yo- stupid..."
She turned, she wasn't really sure who she was expecting, and to be completely
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _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.
The Trip that Was A Mistake: Spamano _Continued_ When she started to live with him, he nearly forgot, yet he knew he never would.The Trip that Was A Mistake: Spamano _Continued_ in Short Stories More Like This
She would wake in the middle of the night to his quiet sobs, and she knew, something was off, something had happened to him, something he'd never told her. If only she could figure out what it was, where he went every Friday, perhaps she'd be able to help, she wasn't completely heartless.
He looked up from where he stood over the stove top, cooking eggs with a cheeky smile on his face, gloating about how good his food was.
"... I want.. I want to hang out with you Friday.. is that alright?"
A frown immediately followed her words, drawn up on his face.
".. Friday.. I-I can't.."
"Why can't you!?"
"Just drop it Romona.."
"No! Tell me why! I'm sick of coming over here and spending nights with you, but on Friday you suddenly disappear, and you won't tell me why.. Stop being so immature and just tell me dumb ass!"
Walk Away: PruHun I thought about the past. A past that... somehow.. had scarred me over the years. Thinking about that, I pulled her closer to me, pulling her head against my chest so I could rest against the top of her head.Walk Away: PruHun in Short Stories More Like This
Prussia approached her as she turned, somewhat frightening him with her pure beauty and grace, how could someone that had once been so fierce, turn so... feminine?
He stopped, feeling his cheeks beginning to burn, knowing well that they were turning red.
"What is it stupid?"
She tilted her head in the most adoring way, her hair bouncing some as she did this, her eyes closed, a wide smile of utter cuteness resting across her cheeks.
He became dumb-founded, and he couldn't understand why.. he just couldn't seem to find the words he wanted to say anymore, they'd gone completely from his mind. &
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Being sick isn't fun. Its disgusting really, but its something we all have to go through. If you're lucky, it'll show that someone cares, even when you believed they really didn't.
I felt awful.
My throat was burning, my head throbbing, my stomach a wreck, but I couldn't afford to feel that way on such an important day, so I went about the house as if I was fine. Entering the kitchen, I went about preparing different ingredients for a dish I had to make, it was for a very important business meeting and because you, Lovi, was so small, I didn't want to ask you to do it, even if that's what my boss had desired.
You entered into the kitchen, startled to see me standing there, a sudden burst of burning and drowsiness was flushed through me, and as I turned to see who had entered, I fell. I couldn't move, I ached, and I felt as though I was about to vomit. You completely fr
Paint it White: A Message to ItalyItaly,Paint it White: A Message to Italy in Short Stories More Like This
On the day the world was being invaded, when I was transforming, I asked you to smile. I didn't ask you to smile because I had any theories, any ideas to fix anything, I asked you to smile because I thought it would keep them away from you.. also... I thought, that if I asked you to smile, then you wouldn't worry, and you wouldn't cry about me going away...
~Ich Liebe Dich
Spamano fluff: GardeningAntonio did not shut the door behind him, but left it open; leaving the slight breeze of the afternoon to sweep through the rooms, making the curtains whisper at their window frames. He didn't call to Lovino that he was home either he wanted to surprise him. A small smile on his face, he stalked through the villa like a cat, searching out his lover. His feet padded softly on the terracotta tiles as he hunted, slipping around corners and through arched doorways. Lovino was not in the living room, or the kitchen... perhaps he was upstairs taking a siesta usual for this time of day. But he was not there either. This upset Toni a little; he enjoyed sneaking into bed with his little Lovi to join his afternoon rest. Confusion turned to worry as he found more rooms empty, each lacking the Spaniard's significant other.Spamano fluff: Gardening in Romance More Like This
"Where are you, mi italiano precioso..."
He got himself a glass of water and recalled the night before, when they had lain together in a large pile of cushions, dr
GerIta - Every EveningEvery evening, at precisely 9pm, Ludwig would take a shower. He would use unscented shower gel, and dry off with a standard quality white towel. Then, towel around his waist, he would shave with steady precise strokes, and watch the foam and water as it whisked away down the drain. He would glance briefly at himself in the mirror, to check his face for any irregularities or signs of fatigue, then switch of the stark tube light of his bathroom. He would pull on a tank top and some shorts, before un-tucking the cold sheets and climbing into a cold bed. It would be 10pm.GerIta - Every Evening in Romance More Like This
He would fall asleep, dreamless, in a blue-moon bedroom. He would rest.
Then it would start.
Strange, shifting people and places behind his eyelids, calling him by names he didn't know. Grey, faded faces and rushing whispers. Pain and disorder. Forgotten promises. A small hand reaching for his.
Then he wakes, his had outstretched, skin clammy, his cold empty bed suddenly hot in all the wrong ways.
Then he would do what he
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
DenNor: Birthday Kiss"Come on, you let everyone else kiss you."DenNor: Birthday Kiss in Romance More Like This
"Why can't I?" Denmark kept his grip on Norway's arm.
The Dane's question was met with an eye roll and a shrug. And, if you were observant, a faint flush across Norway's face.
"Seriously Norge, why not?" Denmark continued his bitching. "Come on, I'm feeling neglected here."
"Because, oh mighty King of the North, I do not want you to. That good enough?"
Denmark quirked an eyebrow. "So I'm supposed to believe you would let France FRANCE give you a birthday kiss, but not me? FRANCE!"
"Yes. Now piss off and torment Sweden like you would any other day of the week."
Denmark snorted. "He's too busy keeping Fin off the booze. He wouldn't notice if I danced naked while singing the Swedish national anthem backwards and burning the IKEA catalogue."
"Well, that would be a sight." Said Norway flatly.
"What, dancing naked and "
"No! Sweden and Finland."
Norway tried once more to wriggle out of his prison between
DenNor - Indifference"Something is worrying you." Mathias spoke quietly, knowing his usually loud voice grated on the other, and knowing through experience this was one of the times to talk softly.DenNor - Indifference in Romance More Like This
"Yes." Aleks hesitated. "No." He didn't turn just frowned even harder at the world through the window.
Mathias knew that frown well. It had been his constant companion the past two and a half years, through the good and perhaps not so good times. Or nearly constant, anyway there were times Aleks refused to see him for days.
He preferred Aleks' face when he was sad. The frown would go, his eyebrows raised in worry, and his eyes would open up, and really look at Mathias, unlike his frown-eyes, that merely acknowledged him as another thing put into his life to piss him off.
Mathias walked to where Aleks stood, leaning on the window frame, face to the light. He slipped his hands from his jeans pockets and instead wrapped his arms around the other's waist. Aleks didn't flinch, but the crease
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.
APH - Spamano - Left BehindSpain hated it.APH - Spamano - Left Behind in Short Stories More Like This
He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
APH-SpamanoIn my defense, I'd like to point out that my writing sucks, I usually don't write romance, and this is my first time writing these two. The file was being stupid. There's my excuses.APH-Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was best to humor the country before he actually had to pay attention.
"France and Prussia are coming over for dinner!" Spain beamed like this was great news.
"What!" Romano leapt upward with a fair amount of cursing.
"What's the matter Lovi?" Spain looked so adorable with his head tipped curiously to one side that Romano had to fight not to let a blush slip
APH - Spamano - Cat and Mouse Red. Bloody red, grisly scarlet, gory ruby, whichever you please. Or, if you so choose, sweet release, calm acquittal, fiery Hell, lovely Heaven.APH - Spamano - Cat and Mouse in Horror More Like This
Such beautiful terms to describe the same thing; blood and death. That's all those pretty things are, really, wrapped up in sparkling paper to soften the blow.
Why is sanguinary Death so frowned upon, so shunned by its merry, vivacious counterpart of Life?
The acidly bright-eyed demon asks himself this, calmly, thoughtfully, as he coolly ponders in one corner of his impossibly-insane mind the meanings of such biases.
His eyes, wide with his own insane mirth, follows a single person, an exclusive nation that has somehow attracted his attentions, with an almost-singleminded concentration that seemed subconsciously willed.
Why doesn't he appreciate what he does for him, the hellion wonders, almost sadly. He tries to help, he does try to he
APH - SpaMano - What is Love?Love is something that he can't explain...It's like a bug trying to break free of a spider's web, constantly writhing and squirming against its prison as the predator watches on with a toothy grin curving along its hideous face.APH - SpaMano - What is Love? in Romance More Like This
Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
APH - RoChu - PoisonedDomination. That's what this is about.APH - RoChu - Poisoned in Short Stories More Like This
Need. Want. Poison spreading through veins, lips pink and flushed in a not-so-innocent way, and desperate clawing for a handhold, anything, to stable themselves.
Falling. That's all there is. Falling in the depth of space, soft brushes of skin against skin, and fevered, carnage kisses. Tounges and pressure and emptiness.
They're so lonely. It's all black, and white, and gray, and nothing else. It would drive a person to insanity after a while, nothing but those stupid colors. It almost makes sense that they would find each other.
"You do know," One says softly on a cold day, not meeting the other's eyes, inky hair streaking across the pillow. "That this will have to end, right?"
"I don't care." The other responds, the one with the shattered eyes, equally quiet. Hands meet and twist together, a surprisingly innocent gesture.
Red. Bloody red,
APH - RoChu - Dancing It's like some weird, twisted web they spin; dancing around each other, twirling until their heads ache and their eyes spin and blur with the ecstasy of thrilling movement.APH - RoChu - Dancing in Short Stories More Like This
It intrigues him, the way they dance. He doesn't quite like it - not exactly; it's too fast and chillingly apathetic, so contrary to a dance's usual high-strung emotions - but it's so intoxicating; the threat of being caught, the adrenaline of the chase.
Maybe they'll find happiness one day, because this sure isn't it; maybe they'll find it in their blurry memories of sunlit, warm, hazy days when everything was just right, not too happy and not too sad. Just perfect.
Until then, it's all sad. Sad and cold and dark; he can feel the dark. Creeping into his room late at night when he's supposed to be asleep, but he's not a little kid anymore, damn it; he can't choose who's plagued with feelings such as his.
The dark isn't like it'
APH - Spamano - You're LyingWarnings: 2nd person pov, language, and possible OOCness. enjoyAPH - Spamano - You're Lying in Short Stories More Like This
The first thought that jumps through your mind is that something is wrong.
You run through the list in your mind as you struggle to open your reluctant eyes.
Blanket and pillow? Check.
Clothes? You shudder at the thought, though you don't put it past France. Check.
Alarm-oh, there's no alarm, you realize as you finally force your eyes open. Everything is blurry for a few seconds as you blink the ceiling into focus.
You know you should get up, but you don't want to. The bed's so soft and warm with your body heat. Your arm is tucked behind your head for support, but it doesn't hurt; instead it's rather comfortable.
Turning your head and cracking your neck, you look at the clock that was supposed to be playing your alarm.
3 hours ago.
SpaMano - Siren!AU - AgainDear Bella...SpaMano - Siren!AU - Again in Romance More Like This
Antonio pauses, the pen hovering uncertainly over the thick parchment. Ink drips - black, so black, like night in liquid form - onto the surface, staining it dark.
With an annoyed sigh, he crushes the paper and throws it away, out the window and into the sea below. Weird...he swears he hears a hissing noise, like air being released from between clenched teeth...
"Captain!" He hears from above deck, and he leaves the golden-lit room with its musty smell of slightly damp wood - ugh, how disgusting - for the daylight and salty scents above.
"What is it?" Antonio asks, and the crew turn away from the nets that are apparently so engrossing, all grinning wide, white grins.
"We caught one." One of the crew say, and a frown creases the Spaniard's face.
"Caught one of what?"
"A Siren!" The crewmate cries, and Antonio's eyebrows try to e
APH - USUK - FeverHeartbreak is a funny thing, he thinks dryly to himself as he nurses a glass of whisky and ice.APH - USUK - Fever in Romance More Like This
It's a different feeling than loneliness. It makes your heart throb with every beat, your mind deciding for once to be petty and remind you with every step you take that you weren't good enough for the heartbreaker.
A sip of whisky. One less painful memory stabbing at his skull.
-the time he held his hand; his palm was smooth and cool, not sweaty at all, the bastard-
-that one time when he made dinner, gracious and smug about the amazement duly expressed-
-when the snow was falling with big, thick flakes that floated like moonlight-fairies to earth and he looked him in the eyes (never nervous, not that lying asshole) and said I love you-
Stop it, stop. Please. He can't deal with it anymore.
"You're my world, you know that...? My ever
Heart of Italia 1Felicia and Lovina Vargas lost their grandfather when they were 12 due to some bandits who want the Heart of Italia, Italy's greatest and most precious treasure. Lovina and her sister escape only to learn that the bandits killed their grandfather and the Heart no where to be found. Lovina and Felicia are the ones who have it but Lovina doesn't even know what it is let alone Felicia. Now the bandits are looking for the Vargas girls and claim one of them to obtain the Heart since there no longer is a male in the family. However, Lovina comes up with a plan that doesn't require for either of them to live their lives on the run or in fear: she becomes the male heir Romano in hope that the bandits will leave them alone. It does work for 6 years, Lovina Vargas is dead and brother and sister Felicia and Romano are living normal lives in Southern Italy until a Spanish man comes along and everything gets thrown into chaos.Heart of Italia 1 in General Fiction More Like This
"That's it, just sign it." A snake like voice hissed. A dark br
Heart of Italia 3"Master Antonio!" Marcus stepped on Romano's hand as he was running to Antonio who was still spitting out sea water. 'Damn bastard ' Romano thought as he gritted his teeth. 'Antonio, huh. So that's his name. Sounds nice.' He mentally slapped himself to next week. He had a responsibility! He couldn't be falling for anyone! People would get suspicious and possibly find out that he's actually a she. Speaking of falling He turned his head and eyed the man talking with Felicia. Was this the one Feli was talking about? He wasn't much of a looker. At least to Romano.Heart of Italia 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"Oi!" He walked up to Felicia and the muscular blonde man. "Who are you and why are you bothering my sister?" He growled.
"Ah! Romano! This is Ludwig. He helped me earlier. Oh and " She took the potato from her apron pocket and held it in front of him. 'She's actually gonna do it?'
"Veh~ Could I trade you for some pasta materials?" She asked sweetly. What. The. Tomato. Stupid brain. Sea water has damaged the
Heart of Italia 2Romano rolled around in his sleep, wincing as if he was in pain. The scream of his grandfather, the decision he had to make to keep him and Felicia safe, and the bone chilling voice 'I'll make one of them mine.' He was getting closer and closer. He's about to get his filthy hands on his sister No. Romano was the one who was chosen.Heart of Italia 2 in Romance More Like This
"Lovi " Felicia poked at Romano. He immediately sat up and looked around wildly.
"I'll take you all on you bastards!" Romano shot up and started to swing his arm blindly then stared in annoyance at his sister.
"Lovi, you were dreaming again," She smiled absently. "Were you a pirate again? Veh~"
"Feli " He hit his head a couple of times to get himself fully awake. "One I practically work with pirates. It's boring as hell. And two It's ROMANO." He glared daggers at her sister and she backed away. He didn't like scaring her like this Or sometimes he got a good kick of teasing her but he was extremely frustrated right now. How l
Pirate Prussia x Reader 1Not Everything is Silver and Gold 1Pirate Prussia x Reader 1 in Romance More Like This
"Why do you look so afraid, liebe? I won't bite... much. How about you come sit with me and make yourself more comfortable?" The pirate stretched out his arm, offering his hand to you. You stayed with your back against the wall of his room, shaking in your spot. You were afraid of what was going to happen to you but you knew you had no choice. You agreed to this.
---Several hours earlier---
You rolled over your beaten mattress and shivered with the sudden chill that was sent down your spine. Without opening your eyes, you move your arm to embrace your little sister and her warmth only to find her spot empty.
"Tori?!" You shot up immediately and looked around in panic and started to worry. "Victoria?!"
"__________, you're awake. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Your little sister appeared in the doorway with some flour on her face. You sigh in relief. You may seem over protective of her but she was the only family you had left and you weren't l
A Hetalia Fairytale 1Once upon a time in Europe, there was a man named Francis Bonnefoy. (Epic intro, yeah? XD) Francis was one of many barons and he was considered to be the luckiest man in the continent, in the world. He had vast control of land, he had many servants to whom he was fair to and in turn he was highly respected, and he was blessed with a loving wife and a baby girl. Unfortunately, one day his beloved wife became ill and the doctors were unable to save her. Although he mourned his wife's loss, he was determined not to leave him absolutely devastated as he had a little angel that needed to be loved and taken care of. That little angel was named Madeline and she was the center of his world.A Hetalia Fairytale 1 in Romance More Like This
Madeline grew to be a beautiful girl, reflecting her father's long golden wavy hair and her mother's bold and shy periwinkle blue eyes. Her father and the housekeeper of his house raised her to be a fine young lady who was kind and headstrong. Although she was a girl, her father allowed her to form her own
Pirate Prussia x Reader 5You spent the travel time to the port gathering everything you could about Arthur Kirkland. Gilbert said that the one who would know everything about him would be Antonio as he and Arthur go WAY back. Like the other pirates and crew members, you didn't trust Antonio in the very least, despite his kindness and friendly appearance. You didn't loathe him but you didn't trust him.Pirate Prussia x Reader 5 in Romance More Like This
Antonio looked more like a farmer than a sailor. He had shaggy brown hair, a light golden tan, and emerald eyes that were full of joy although they have a hint of danger. If it weren't for his coat and his ponytail that rested on his shoulder, you would've mistaken him for a farmer. You went to the dining hall with Antonio and Lovino, eager to listen to what he has to say.
"So, you're Gilbert's chica, eh? He's a lucky guy." Antonio smiled. "You kinda look like Lovino when you glare like that, it's cute."
"Not really He said that you know a lot about Arthur Kirkland?"
"Ah yes. It's going to be a long story t
Pirate Prussia x Reader 6"_________! __________!" The first thing you see are red orbs filled with worry when you snapped your eyes open and shoot up into a sitting position.Pirate Prussia x Reader 6 in Romance More Like This
"Gilbert..." You panted as you gripped the sheets in a death grip. "He has her. Arthur has Victoria."
"Wha-? How do you know? You sure it wasn't just a nightmare? And one hell of a nightmare..."
You shake your head vigorously. "That's the scary part. They're not dreams. Pure Ones have supernatural right? I have premonitions." Gilbert was about to question you but you continued. "Days before Arthur's attack, I had dreams warning of what was going to happen. A few days before you arrived, I saw you coming in a dream."
"How often have you had them?"
"Only those times."
"Did you see exactly what happened to your sister?"
"No... I-I-I heard her voice, I saw Arthur then that spell that was used on my mother."
"What about their location?"
"I ... don't know. I think they're going to be waiting for us at the seal."
Gilbert bit his lip and sighed.
China x Child!ReaderChina dragged his feet back home and slouched as he was walking. He was sick and tired of all this squabbling between the Europeans and they treat him like a servant since he lost the Opium Wars. To make matters even worse, he had lost his little brother Hong Kong to England and hasn't seen him in a little while.China x Child!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
There was one thing he was grateful about though. He discovered a new nation fairly recently, ___________________ who was a sweet timid little girl that he adored and he tried his best to be a proper big brother. He couldn't be happier that the other nations such as France or Russia didn't try to take her away. It broke China's heart if he saw her cry and could very well imagine little _________________ would cry for weeks if she was separated from China because she loved him so much.
As he walked through his garden, he noticed how beautifully the birds sang. It was the right touch he needed to perfect this little piece of a serene sanctuary. As he was walking over the small a
Pirate Prussia x Reader 7After you recovered from your coughing fit, you went to find Feliciano who looked like he was still out of it. One of the sailors explained that mermaids were extremely dangerous because once they start singing, they can put men into a trance. The longer they are exposed to it, the longer it takes to break free from it. If someone was too close to the water, they could just take their victims into the depths like they tried to do with Feliciano.Pirate Prussia x Reader 7 in Romance More Like This
The sailors on the decks were slightly affected by them as well but not as much as Feliciano who was closer to them. Their spell didn't work on you because you were a woman however, they were not very pleased that you took away their dinner and tried to drown you.
If it weren't for Gilbert, you would have drowned. He saved you despite great personal risk himself. You knew that he would naturally take dangerous chances but mermaids were in a different league, the way that the sailor explained it, he could have just as easily fallen under their s
Pirate Prussia x Reader intermission!!Hey guys just a quick note from me. For all my German-speaking readers, this story is being translated in German by xxflamesoflovexx. She has my full permission to translate it and it will be available here and on Fanfiction.Pirate Prussia x Reader intermission!! in Romance More Like This
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That is all!
Or... I guess I can give a sneak peak of the next segment. ;D It'll all be dialogue though and not necessarily word for word but it has what I'm thinking of.
"This goes completely against my morale..."
"Vee~ Grazie! I'm so happy that I got a kiss from a pretty girl!"
"Why do you call me liebe?"
"I thought it suits you."
"I mean, what does it mean?"
"It's German. Want me to teach you? Ich liebe dich."
"...Ich liebe dich."
"It's Kirkland, alright. Whatever you do, do NOT go after him."
"I can't promise anything if he comes after me."
"Tori! ... What the-?"