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: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
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
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
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
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
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
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
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
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Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
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
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
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
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."Of Love and War: PruHun in Drama More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
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
Fiction: PruHun OneshotNOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^Fiction: PruHun Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that.
Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta.
Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that that insufferable Roderich, his thoughts had begun to arbitrarily drift into memories, recollections, and fantasies about her. He realized that he had spent a whole week trying to recall the exact shade and style of her hair. He struggled to remember the exact hue of her spring green eyes, and that beautiful, wry smile; the smile that would always manifes
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
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
30 Minutes In HeavenPairing: Spamano30 Minutes In Heaven in Romance More Like This
The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
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
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
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
BesameBésameBesame in Romance More Like This
The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
Blessed With A Curse- Ch1Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
"Ve, Lovi! Why do we have to walk so fast?" Feliciano whined as he tried to catch up with his brother. Lovi... or Lovino, as he preferred to be called, huffed from a few paces away from his whining younger twin and replied haughtily, "Because it's dark, cold and I'm hungry damnit! Now hurry the fuck up! I'm not waiting for you again!"
The other Italian brother hurried to catch up and he fell in step with Lovino. He nervously looked at the other male and despite his bad mood, he struck up conversation, "Ve, Lovi! Don't you think it was nice that we got let off work early tonight? That means I get to talk to Ludwig longer"
"Why do you still talk to that bastard?" Lovino asked with a scowl. He really didn't like his brother's new boyfriend Ludwig. He hated him from day one... the moment he heard that ridiculous German accent, the Italian decided he loathed him. He absol
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
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
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Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
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 _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
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
I hope You'll Look to me Again _LietPol_ When we sat there like that. I could hardly recall a time where we weren't like that... hand in hand, eyes to the sky, peaceful scenery surrounding us. Yet...I hope You'll Look to me Again _LietPol_ in Short Stories More Like This
I let him take you away, let him drag you to something that would effect your life, and worst of all, I... I sat there looking at you, laughing, because your face... was utterly.. ridiculous.
That's not how I really felt, I was terrified to see you being taken from me like that, but.. I knew well that I couldn't do a thing about it. Truthfully, you were the one who'd saved me, and I was too scared to be your hero, I was scared that if I'd changed positions with you, that, you would be considered the weak one. You would look to me for help more often, and... what if I couldn't give it to you? What if I let you down?
I didn't want that sort of obligation, so, I let him take you from me. Do I regret it?
Spamano fluff: Powercut.It was between the hours of seven and eight p.m. The power was out.Spamano fluff: Powercut. in Romance More Like This
However it was summer, so this didn't make a lot of difference. And June in Southern Spain isn't exactly famous for being a bit chilly. The sun had only just set; sky still pale behind the hills, but inky blue overhead. The perfect time of day for smiling whispers and gentle touches Antonio's favourite time of day.
As soon as the light bulbs had sputtered and died, along with the kitchen appliances, he dove into the dusty cupboard where they kept spare candles and matches, and whipped out a bottle of wine, apparently from nowhere. Lovino had rolled his eyes and muttered something about alcoholics. In five minutes flat the Spaniard had every shelf, alcove, and most of the floor covered with lazily flickering candles. He had thrown open the balcony doors to let in the dying sunlight, and the smell of the warm summer earth. He grabbed two wine glasses and threw every cushion he owned into a large pile in the centre
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
SuFin: Breaking the SilenceThe only thing he could hear was the muffled crunch of their boots on the snow.SuFin: Breaking the Silence in Romance More Like This
Berwald insisted they go for a walk everyday in winter, if the weather allowed it. Exercise was important. He knew if it was up to Tino, they would spend all day by the fire, wrapped in faux fur or fleece blankets as the wind made the glass jitter in the window frames. He thought Tino at his most beautiful then; warm and content, eyes drowsy and limbs wrapped around the Swede.
The woods were still, the trees tall and silent under their sprinkling of frost and snowflakes. Still all Berwald could hear were their footsteps. Something felt wrong...
" 's cold." He attempted to make conversation, to shift his sense of unease.
Tino only nodded, with a faint flicker of a smile. His cheeks were flushed against the cold. Berwald always said he looked cute that way. Tino always said he felt embarrassed, and that made him flush all the more.
"Snow's startin' 'gain."
His second attempt to break the silence a
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Arthur lay on his back in the middle of the garden. There was a scattering of cushions around him on the grass, his hip resting awkwardly half on half off one. The early afternoon sun coated one side of him; warm and comfortable, the promise of a hot summer. His other side felt colder, and neglected, a definite feel of empty space. He ignored it, and adjusted his shoulder blades on the ground, closing his eyes. The sun poked from behind his eyelids, turning the blackness into a dark dusky red. He felt the air shift next to him; felt weight on the cushions and dense ground. A warm hand felt his face; traced his cheeks, nose and eyebrows. A breath skittered across his neck. Lips touched his as the gentle scent of vanilla toyed with his senses. The lips moved away.
"Hello Frog." He didn't need to open his eyes to know that kiss.
Arthur sat up, and looked at the man next to him. It was Francis, of course it was. He knelt on a pale cushion, pale hands c
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
FrUK: On Horseback"Look, will you just shove a frog in it and get on the horse." Arthur was already on his own; a large bay Welsh Cob. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother did breed fine horses. Francis remained on the ground, holding the grey gelding at an arm's length.FrUK: On Horseback in Romance More Like This
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"I..." he flushed a little. "I that is to say there was always someone to help me."
"You can't actually be serious."
Francis didn't reply. So yes then.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur dismounted, and roughly helped the Frenchman into the saddle.
"Merci." He winked and the nudged the horse into a trot out of the yard, and into a canter when they reached the dusty field.
"Cheeky bastard!"Arthur grabbed his own reins and pulled himself back up. "Come on lad, let's catch up with the tosser before he injures himself."
This was when Arthur felt most at home. Yes, he enjoyed time spent in his garden, library, or stepping into his role politically when needed, but he'd swap any of tho
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
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot pink monstrosity of a card.
"Pa! You're shaking all the glitter off!"
"Only the bits that haven't stuck. Now, we have to leave it to dry, d'accord?"
The oven timer pinged in the kitchen. Alfred shot to his feet and through the door.
"Alfred," Francis sighed, picking dried glue and stubborn specks of glitter from under his fingernails, "what
Request: Spamano: Valentine T.V.WARNING THERE IS SOME LANGUAGE said by Romano obviouslyRequest: Spamano: Valentine T.V. in Romance More Like This
They snuggled on the couch. Lovi pouting as Antonio put his arm around him.
"Just let me watch TV in peace, bastardo!"
"Let's see what else is on," he replied completely ignoring Lovino. Antonio clicked the remote and flipped through the channels. He stopped on a Spanish channel.
"Can we watch something we can both understand?!"
Antonio laughed as Lovi stole the remote from him. He punched in some random number hoping it was something in Italian to get back at Antonio, but it was wheel of fortune. Close enough, he could still beat him in these questions.
"Welcome to our Valentines episode of wheel of fortune!" the host said.
"Perfect show, Lovi!!" Antonio said.
"Let's play a game! Whoever guesses the word right gets to do that action to the other person."
"Ok, the topic is emotion. We have Ludwig going up first!" the host announced. Ludwig spinned $100 and guessed the letter N. One of five of the boxes l
Gerita: Why?We were having coffee at an Italian café. Just him and me. We were talking about pasta, and pasta, and more pasta. He obviously refused to change the subject, but I allowed it. I loved his sweet smile. I loved his little curl.Gerita: Why? in Romance More Like This
"Doitsu, I got this watch from Japan the other day!" he shoved his wrist into my face. I saw the small hearts along the rim. "Every time I look at it, I think of you! Ve~"
I smiled slightly. I don't know why I love him, but something about his personality caught me attention. "That's a nice watch Italy," I replied.
"You really think so?!" he yelled. He raised his hands in the air and knocked over my coffee and it spilled all over him. "Oh no!" his smile quickly turned into a frown. I got out of my seat and wiped the coffee off of his shirt. "Thank you, Doitsu!"
I grunted. I walked back to my seat and checked to see how much coffee I had left in my cup. There wasn't much left. He smiled instantly as if nothing happened. I loved his smile.
"I went to big brother Fr
SuFin: Ski Trip"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.SuFin: Ski Trip in Romance More Like This
"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.
"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"
Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.
"Here let me help!" Tino said, but he just got a death glare from the quiet Swedish man. "Or you could just take both."
Tino opened the door and flicked on the lights. He took a long sniff and sighed; "I missed the smell of this cabin!" he took off his scarf and beanie. Berwald took the suitcases to the room. "You could just leave them here!" Tino called. No response.
Tino cooked a wa
Wedding: EnglandxReaderArthur took you out to the beach after having dinner with him. The two of you walked hand in hand on the sand along the orange, glistening water. You kicked off your shoes and ran to the water and he followed right behind you, struggling as he tried to roll his pants up. "Hey hold on a minute!" he called. You turned around and laughed as you watched the Englishman struggle. Finally he caught up to you. The two of you splashed water on each other.Wedding: EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"AH!! ARTHUR!!" you cried after he got your hair wet. He only laughed and ran away as you tried to get revenge. You chased after him, but he stumbled and fell in the wet sand. You heard him curse under his breath. His clothes and face was covered in the moist sand. "C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragged him to his feet, and walked him over to your shoes where a towel was. The two of you sat down in the sand.
"This is my new coat too!" he cried.
"Oh don't be a baby," you said. You picked the towel up and dried his blond hair like a child. You h
PruAusHun: They Both Gave Me LoveThe car rocked back and forth as the train went over the tracks. It made me grab onto the seats as I made my way to the back of the car to see my friend Toris. This train was taking many of my acquaintances and me to a vacation spot by the beach. World meetings could be stressful, so Ludwig organized a little vacation for all of us to relax and have fun.PruAusHun: They Both Gave Me Love in Romance More Like This
"Look how beautiful the ocean is, Elizaveta!" Toris called from the seat. I sat down next to him. The track was along the coast and it truly was beautiful. The slowly setting sun was making the water glisten.
"I can't wait for this break! We've been working our butts off at the meetings, huh?" I said.
"I know, but I don't understand why Gilbert is here. He doesn't even attend the meetings," he whispered.
"I heard he kept bugging Ludwig saying, 'West you've gotta let me go! You can't have fun without the awesome me!'" I whispered back. Gilbert was a couple of seats ahead of us talking to Roderich.
"Feliks told me different. He told me t
Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day"Ok, I need to return the pickaxe, and buy some cheese balls, napkins, goldfish, and canned tomatoes," you went over the list again in your head. Walmart. You parked your car and got a cart and walked across the parking lot. You had the pickaxe in that cart and walked through the automatic doors.Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day in Romance More Like This
At the entrance there was an employee handing out smiley face stickers. He had dark brown hair, amber eyes, with a random curl sticking up. "You have a return? Over there ma'am," he pointed off to the counter to your right. He handed you a sticker, "Have a terrible day."
He was upset to have this post, you could tell. You looked at his nametag and said, "Thanks, Lovino," you walked the cart over to the counter. A cheery man that looked exactly like Lovino except with lighter hair called you over to the counter. Next to him was a serious blond man with bright blue eyes.
"Welcome to Walmart! I see you brought back the pickaxe, what was wrong with it?" you placed the pickaxe on the counter.
Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves'Another day,' you thought to yourself. That English bastard had been dragging you to these world meetings for the past six months. Of course you could never go inside. You were only a territory. 'I wish I could just move out of Arthur's house and live on my own.'Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves in Romance More Like This
At least it was a nice day out. The sun was out with a few patches of clouds covering the sky. A little yellow bird was chirping in a nearby tree. It flew closer and closer to you. Eventually it was standing at you feet, "Why hello there," you said. It just chirped.
"His name is Gilbird," a voice said. You looked up and saw a man with silver hair and peculiar, red gleaming eyes.
"He's your bird?" you asked.
"Yup, the awesome me owns that bird," he said arrogantly.
"I've never seen you around here before," you said.
"Mainly because I'm too awesome to come here in the first place," he sat next to you and Gilbird flew to his shoulder.
"Umm ok. So why are you here now?"
"B-because my brother is uh . Forcing
Request: SuFin Family: 2006It was early summer around the end of June. Peter just got out of school and Berwald had the day off. We decided to stay home and have a nice big lunch as a family. It was one of those mornings where you feel relaxed and carefree. Peter helped me clean the whole house yesterday, and only breaking a vase or two in the process.Request: SuFin Family: 2006 in Humor More Like This
Berwald was outside giving Hanatamago a bath, while Peter played with his action figures in the grass by the pool. Kiku gave Peter a whole set of those action figures even though I said he had way too many. I find one in almost every corner of the house! Even in my office on my stack of letters!
"Mummy!" Peter ran into the kitchen where I was cooking, "What are you cooking for lunch?"
"The meatballs we got from IKEA the other day," I said, while stirring the gravy.
"Really?! Yes! Did Daddy want them?"
"Of course, Peter! Daddy always wants IKEA's meatballs,"
"Did someone call me?" Berwald walked in through the patio door with a couple soapsuds on his clothes.
Request: Pirate!PrussiaxReader: Being Brave"All hands! All hands!"Request: Pirate!PrussiaxReader: Being Brave in Romance More Like This
You stirred from your sleep. You stretched and blinked your eyes open. Looking around the cabin a bit, you realized you were alone. You sat up and got dressed. You walked over to the large dresser and pulled out the new dress your fiancé bought for you. You washed up at the washing bowl and looked in the mirror. You smiled at yourself and walked over to the door.
You opened the door just a bit and the sunlight came flooding in. You leaned against the doorpost and heard your dear fiancé speak to his crew.
"Now I am sure you are all familiar with a certain pirate that haunts the Mediterranean."
"Aye," the crew replied.
"Our glorious queen has told us to capture this criminal who has been raiding our ports and many other ports of the world. Well men, I called you all here to tell you that our search has come to an end. This morning, our watchman has spotted him. I want all of you to go to your battle stations and be strong. Is that understood?"
APH - Night issues - SpamanoNight issuesAPH - Night issues - Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
I awoke to the sound of light sobbing coming from the baby-call placed on my bedside. My opinion was we didn't need it anymore, the thing had blown my ear off countless times and I couldn't wait to smash it against the wall, but really, with children you're never too wary. The sound was barely audible, like it was trying to be covered, but after all this months my ears had been trained to recognize it, like a dog that immediately hears the call of his master on a sea of voices. Ugh I swear that girly poetry thing it's the lack of sleep's fault.
"Ngg I thought this was over." I groaned, the clock announced in pure mockery 3:16 in the morning. I felt gross, my mouth was dry and my eyes still blurred with sleep. I sloppily rolled to the edge of the bed mentally prepared to give up my much needed sleep when a gentle grip on my wrist stopped me from doing so.
"Stay in bed, I'll go."I simply nodded to Antonio who was putting on his slippers while passing a hand throu
APH - Worth the pain - SpamanoWorth the painAPH - Worth the pain - Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
Olive eyes were dulled with exhaustion. Nevertheless, they refused to rest closed. Lovino lay on the hospital bed, calmly recalling the moments when he thought his pregnancy had made him completely useless.
He hadn't been allowed to go out, Antonio made sure of that, so Lovino had been left to wander the house until tiredness took over him and he'd had no option but to retreat to the dorm or couch, whatever was closer, to take a little nap.
At first the Italian thought he was going to pass out of boredom, sure Antonio kept him well attended but, it was never enough. Then months started to roll by and Lovino found there were some things that could be done before the baby was born, like decorating the new room soon-to-be-nursery, or buying all the items they might need in the future (at least he was allowed to shop online, dammit), as girly as all that may sound; but fuck he was pregnant, what could be more unmanly than that?
At least Lovino had had some fun dragging his S