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.
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
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!"
The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_"Oi Spain.. I was thinking we should proba-"The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_ in Short Stories More Like This
Romano stopped, there was the Spaniard, standing there alone, proud, happy, wind blowing through rugged brown hair and casual dress. He looked so content, so pleased, so.. amazing, standing there in a solemnly pleased way. It made, for once, Romano smile so warmly, warmer than the scene that stood before him, he was happy too, he was actually happy.
He was horrified, he was absolutely terrified of walking through those huge heavy doors, afraid of what everyone would think, what everyone would say... but.. it wasn't too awful, for he wasn't alone, there was someone at his side now that would protect him with all his might, and that made the thought of his return all that more bearable. Thus, the two stood outside the big doors.
"Are you ready Mi Lovi?"
"Stop calling me that... and... yeah.."
The doors swung open with creaks and complaints on their old age, and closed with loud bursts
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _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"Why are you staring at me like that?"The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.
"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"
"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."
"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."
"No! I'm not letting you drag me into this again! Leave it alone!"
With this, Romano left the table, taking his newspapers with him. It left Antonio some time to think things through, and then, he came up with an idea.
The next morning, Romano awoke to an unusual alarm, and looking around the room, he found Spain's phone next to him on the mat
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
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
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
A Message From Romano... To Spain.SpainA Message From Romano... To Spain. in Short Stories More Like This
As long as I can remember.
As many people as I have known.
None have had a smile as warm as yours.
Why is that?
I question myself about a lot of things, but none more than when I am questioning about things that have you in the subject, in bold.
You always act so tough, you always act like all will turn out swell, but what if one day it doesn't? What if one day, this little game we continue to play, comes to an end?
Will you hate me?
Will you only remember the bad things about me then?
Will your entire disposition change?
There were many times you pushed me away because you didn't want me getting 'hurt', but how would you feel if I were the one to push you away?
Would you take it seriously?
Would you accept it?
What would happen if I did?
Is there any way I can be certain that you'd accept it?
Would I be happy if you did?
I would probably ha
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.Of Tomatoes and Love 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attentionSpain. Without Romano 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like this one bit. Spain was his. Why should he have to share him? Romano was getting more and more fed up with it. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt that he could explode any second if things went any further between the Spaniard and his brother.
Spain. Without Romano 2 Spain stood there, mortified. He could not believe what he just heard. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but when it did, Spain broke. Tears began falling from his eyes, thought he wasn't aware of it. He was just stunned. The love of his life had broken up with him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. He tried to say something, but no words would come out of his mouth.Spain. Without Romano 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano found watching Spain break unbearable. He turned his head so that he wouldn't have to watch. He still loved the silly Spaniard, with all his heart, but Spain clearly did not love him as much as he loved him. "I think you better leave..." he said quietly.
Spain, suddenly brought back to life, looked up at Romano to see him looking away. "Romano... Please..." he said, standing back up and walking closer to him. "Please, don't do this. I love you, I really do!"
Spain. Without Romano 3 It didn't take long for Italy to place his brother at the dining table and fix him up a nice hot pasta dish. He placed the meal in front of his brother and sat down beside him. Romano picked up the fork and dug in. Italy was glad that his brother was eating. With what he knew of heartbroken people (mainly girls), they didn't really want to eat meals. Just stuff their faces with ice cream and chocolate.Spain. Without Romano 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano was half way through his pasta when Italy asked, "Do you want me to stay here tonight?"
He finished his mouthful of pasta then said, "What do you mean by that? Do you have plans or something?"
"Kinda. I said to Germany that I would spend the night at his place." Italy said, blushing slightly and looking down.
Romano raised his eyebrow at that. He didn't quite approve of his little brother's and Germany's relationship. He always blamed Germany for the changes that
Spain. Without Romano 4 Spain blinked a few times and sighed. He walked back over to the couch and sat in between France and Prussia again, with his arms crossed. "Alright. It had better be good. Otherwise I will kick you out. I'm really not in the mood for fun and games," he said in all seriousness.Spain. Without Romano 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No funny business, I swear. Just hear me out," France said putting his arm around Spain's shoulders. "Alright, so you know I'm having a party this week, right?"
Spain thought a moment. "You mean your birthday on the fourteenth?"
France nodded. "That's right. It's going to be very big and extravagant with French cuisine, beautiful women, a delectable cake, candles, flowers and-"
He was cut off by a flick on the forehead by Prussia. "You're getting off track, dude."
"Oh, sorry. As I was saying," France continued, "part of the party will
Spain. Without Romano 10 FINAL Everything was black. There was nothing to be seen nor touched. Romano was just floating there, wondering where the hell he was. Last he knew, he was shoving that tomato bastard out of the way of an oncoming car then, nothing. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. What to do...What to do... he thought over and over.Spain. Without Romano 10 FINAL in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How about waking up?"
Huh? Where did that voice come from? Romano whipped his head around looking for the source of the voice to no avail. He sighed and crossed his arms again to go back to his thoughts.
"Hey, Romano, wake up."
There it was again. This time, however, when Romano turned around, he saw a small white light. It seemed as if the voice was coming from it. "Who are you?" He called to it with a slightly irritated tone.
"Please wake up..."
Spain. Without Romano 7Germany's face hardened, Italy's eyes widened, France looked away. All three of them were shocked to hear what Romano had done, but France had slightly expected it.Spain. Without Romano 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please help! We need to find him!" Spain pleaded, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stand the idea of his little Romano lost. "We'll be able to find him faster if we all search the maze."
Germany turned to Italy and asked, "Have you ever been in this maze before?"
Italy nodded. "I have a pretty good idea what the maze looks like."
"Good. We can search for him together," he said, standing up. He took Italy's hand and together they went into the maze to search for Romano.
"Come on, Spain. We can split up in the maze and search for Romano. Between the four of us, we'll surely find him," France said to his friend.
Spain stood up straigh
Spain. Without Romano 5 France's house truly was decorated for the occasion. The main hall had been cleaned until it shined and glittered even more with gold and silver highlights. There were various paintings framed in very well cared for wooden frames and spotless glass. The floor was marble and remained unblemished, even from the various people dancing. The ceiling was high and arched. Two crystal chandeliers hung from it and gave the room light. Roses of various colours decorated the entire room and tied everything together.Spain. Without Romano 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outside, rosebushes shaped a large, clear square area where people could come for fresh air. The music playing inside could also be heard out there. Most of the area outside was covered with well kept grass with a stepping stone path from the large glass doors that went to the hall, to the entrance of the maze that France was so proud of. He had designed it himself and made it the perfect place to take a lover for some privacy.
Spain. Without Romano 6 Romano stood there, shocked. Spain had found him and he had nowhere to run. This was a nightmare. He could stay here and listen to his bullshit, or run away and hope he found a way out. The later was sounding better to him.Spain. Without Romano 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hi, Roma..." Spain said, trying to sound cheerful.
Romano just glared at him. "What the hell do you want, you bastard?" he said, thinking of a way he could get past him and into the maze.
Spain put on his most sincere look and approached Romano. "I just want to say, I'm sorry... I neglected you and I shouldn't have done that. I promise I won't do it again! Just take me back, please."
Romano scoffed and stood up from the chair, crossing his arms. "I'm supposed to believe that crap? I bet someone else had to tell you what you did wrong! You're so thick-headed that you didn't even notice you were neglecting your own lover!" He said,
Spain. Without Romano 9 Spain had been running around the city for hours. He had searched in every place he thought Romano would be. He checked the tomato fields, the cafe, and anywhere in the main city. He had stopped off at Romano's house as well, but Italy told him that he left a while ago and hadn't come back. He was beginning to get tired and his feet were starting to hurt.Spain. Without Romano 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He found a nearby park and decided to search there. He glanced around, but didn't see Romano. He did, however, see a bench. Thinking there was no problem in taking a short break, he sat down on the bench and, without meaning to, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep. Apparently his search had taken more out of him than he thought.
Romano had also been on the search since he left the bar. Even though he didn't realize it, he had been to the same places Spain went to. He even stopped off at home to see if he had c
Spain's Prisoner 16The dock was silent except for the crash of harsh waves against the wooden ships and the pain filled cries of the young Canadian who had fallen to his knees.Spain's Prisoner 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew's heart throbbed agonizingly in his wounded chest, and his French captain towered over him with saddened eyes as he watched.
Vacant seconds turned to early minutes, and unbearably measured minutes turned into half an hour gone by.
Still no Alfred. Still no Arthur.
Prussia was done waiting for a miracle to happen and looked away from the spot both of the men had died. Then, he coughed roughly, cocking the pistol he held once again.
"Ludwig, tie up my old friend. I'll get Francis." He ordered, receiving a nod as he pointed his gun towards the Frenchman.
France didn't try to run. None of them did. Matthew just kept crying as Francis picked up his trembling form, holding him close as he was escorted along with the Italians still embracing one another in fear by Gilbert. Spain walked in front of them with Ludwig, and now Franci
Hetalia Academy 2Feliciano walked quietly behind the taller man who was leading him towards him room. He felt the twinge of uncomfort and awkwardness burn in him. He wanted to talk but he also felt that this man wouldn't appreciate much so his words just ended up burning in his throat.Hetalia Academy 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, Ludwig had bright the small Italian to a large building, a few stories high, but they only went to the third floor to door number two-hundred. Thank goodness there was an elevator.
"Here," The blonde said roughly, offering Feli the silver key he pulled from his pocket. "This is your room from now on and that is the key. I get a key, as well because, as orders from the head master, I am to check up on you daily until he instructs otherwise." He explained vaguely, not giving reasons why or giving the boy time for questions in-between.
"Also, I will escort you to your classes for the first week to help you learn where they are. As well as lunch and back to your dorm, if needed."
"A-Ah, Th-thank you. I appreciate
Hetalia Academy 3Romano groaned, his sleep being interrupted by a load, rude knocking on his door. "Stupid grandpa it's too early " He muttered before hearing a Spanish accent on the other side of the wooden barrier. His hazel eyes snapped open violently, jerking upward and staring around the tomato painted room. Oh yeah he wasn't in Italy with Grandpa Rome anymoreHetalia Academy 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi! Lovino! Lovino, mi amour!" The Spanish accent continued, and Romano growled in hatred. He stood up, only in his red boxers, and didn't reply to Antonio. Rubbing the back of his head tiredly, he looked around before heading towards his closet to find some clothes for his first full day here at the academy.
He heard a quiet clicking noise, but ignored it. His shirts and pants were hung on hangers and his underwear was folded neatly into the draws that were on the left and right side of the closet. Somebody was supposed to be bringing him his dress pants and uniform jacket today, so so far this was all he had ready.
Spain's Prisoner 3Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he ?Spain's Prisoner 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this.
He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being familiar. This wasn't his room no this was He gasped, the rush of everything that happened crashing into him like the waves outside. "Dammit, Bastard!"
Romano felt small, warm tears well up in his hazel eyes as he kept glancing around for anything that would tell him this wasn't real. He wasn't in Captain Antonio's room and last night he hadn't
Spain's Prisoner 18"Al!" Matthew cried, and the group turned to look. "Alfred!"Spain's Prisoner 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't worry, Mattie. The hero is here!"
The Prussian growled. "Not for long, he isn't." He hissed in annoyance, standing he let go of the younger boy. His lengthy, pale fingers curled over the handle of his knife strapped at his side. He was tired of this boy. "I'm going to rid the world of you once and for all, boy."
"Men! Watch this battle and cheer for the death of a man! The Turkish warrior, Akbatun against the opposing force, a prisoner of Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy! Let it begin!" A voice ran through the stadium as the Prussian climbed the stone steps leading him towards the crouching American.
The crowd screamed and hollered as they watched the Frenchman begin to take on the Turkish man, not noticing the two in the stands with them glaring coldly at one another.
"You will not ruin this, boy." Prussia snapped, watching the teen back away as he finally leveled with him.
Still, the dirty blonde clenche
Hetalia Academy 12Matthew climbed up the files of stairs until he finally reached the roof. He looked around at the buildings that held the various species, each house having its own type of animal. He weaved through them, rushing towards the one he knew held snakes. He opened the green door, being pushed aside by the warm air. Sun lamps warmed the building as he walked in, searching cautiously until he found the tag that read "Viperidae".Hetalia Academy 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He peered into the glass confinement, shivering as he did. The creatures were long and rough looking, and he hated to admit it but snakes were just about the only animals he was afraid of.
But he had to do this. He hardly had a choice and if he didn't someone else would and get hurt. But even with his gift he had to be careful with such a poisonous animal.
Opening the glass door, he pulled on the long gloves that hung beside the door for protection. Nervously pushing the door the rest of the way open, he targeted one of the animals.
"Hello," He spoke quietly, only to
Spain's Prisoner 14"What?" The Prussian scoffed, slightly annoyed. His crimson eyes glittered in the bright sunlight. "Is that Alfred? Oh, and Feliciano too! This is just too good!"Spain's Prisoner 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The albino laughed, holding his stomach as he did. His head threw back so the veins in his white neck popped uncomfortable looking and his grin widened into a painful form. "Too good!" He laughed again, wiping the mocking tears from his eyes. "Arthur! So it is true about Alfred and Feliciano! I'm so sorry, my dear friend." He wrapped a pale arm around the shorter man's shoulders, smirking up at the teens.
No one else said a word nor moved an inch until Arthur coughed roughly, still being held in an intimately close position to the Prussian.
"It is. These two fools stole a boat and randomly sailed off in the middle of the ocean!" He spit unpleasantly, Alfred clenching his teeth at the slime scorned towards them. Still, he was quiet, and stood protectively and armed in front of the younger Italian.
"Doesn't seem t
Hetalia Academy 11"You son of a bitch!" Antonio fumed.Hetalia Academy 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gilbert…" Matthew muttered quietly, all eyes on the red faced albino with the young Italian whose arms were wrapped tightly around his torso lovingly.
"W-Wait, Lovino, what the hell are you-?" Gilbert stared in shock and slight horror at the tan man that hugged into his chest. "Come on, get off!" He complained, the eyes he knew were on them burning excruciatingly. But it seemed the harder he tried to push the other off, the tighter his tan arms stiffened around him as if he had no intentions of ever letting go.
"Gil, what the hell! How long has this been going on?" The Spaniard shouted, his arms throwing themselves up into the air. His face burned a bright, crisp red, almost to match the tomatoes he loved to such.
"Not long! I mean, it hasn't! I don't know what's happening!" The Prussian urged, trying again to push the younger boy off of him.
"Lovino, let go of Gilbert!" Francis wrapped his arms under the Italian's, pulling as the albino sho
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "Hetalia Academy 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Spain's Prisoner 15It was cold.Spain's Prisoner 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The temperature was icy though Arthur could feel nothing but such and a sensation of agony running through him from his abdominal.
The pitiless ocean water swirled past his lips, filling his lungs with a solid force as he searched desperately for air. His emerald eyes burned as the salt plunged itself onto the green orbs, though his tears were evaporated against the shadowy water hindering his sight of anything as it filled with his blood.
Though he couldn't hear it, having collapsed rearward into the bitter ocean, cutting off his senses as the pain and shock disabled him as he swiftly floated further away from surface.
The Prussian gave a harsh push, making the Frenchman locking fists with him stumble backwards before he started running where he could see blood soil the water.
He stood at the edge of the wood, searching for any sign of movement from the Brit still below.
Alfred gasped, dropping the pistol from his trembling hands as he charged f
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13Once the couple reached Italy, they walked inside holding hands. Lovino was wearing a huge smile on his face. When the rest of the mafia noticed them, they all stood up looking at them with curious faces. Feliciano jumped over to his brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are now officially out of debt!"
The younger Italian smiled and hugged his older twin. Lovino eventually let go of his younger brother and turned to Antonio.
"It's all thanks to you, Spain. We don't have to seperated now.''
Lovino hugged the Spanish man tightly with a few tears falling.
Antonio just smiles while the rest of the mafia clapped and cheered on the Spanish man's behalf. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets.
They all turned around to face the American.
"It's Christmas Eve. This could count as Spain's present to us, right?"
England stepped up and held Alfred's hand.
"Of course, you git."
The Italian twins spoke in unison.
One by one, everybody came up to Antonio. Thanking him and huggi
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12Within minutes, everybody was down in the meeting room, talking to each other to try to figure out what the big emergency is. Lovino and Feliciano took their seat, looking at their curious Mafia. Antonio and Ludwig were curious as well. Alfred sat up, eyeing Lovino.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the deal, Boss?"
The older Italian looked at his brother, then back at everybody else and sighed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in serious trouble. We are currently $30,000 in debt, without paying it back we end up in jail. All of us. I know you're thinking 'No problem, you just have to pay it back', thing is, we can't. We don't have the money to pay it back."
Antonio's eyes widened and noticed pure sadness and a few tears falling from Lovino.
"As for me and Veneziano...we'll be killed for being in charge... It has been fun, all of you made this Mafia happen not me and Veneziano... You all are amazing, and we'll never see each other again... I'm sorry..."
Alfred stood and slammed his hands on the table.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 Later on that night, the storm was already progessing. Lovino sat on the windowsill of his bedroom window, just gazing at the sight. Antonio, sitting on the bed, gazing at Lovino. The young Italian let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to his Spanish lover. Antonio smiled and kissed Lovino's cheek. The Italian smiled a little and glared the older man.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The storm's getting worse. I just hope we don't lose po-"
The Italian was cut off by a loud crash of thunder and all the lights in the building cutting off.
Lovino crossed his arms and sat there in almost pitch darkness. All of a sudden his bedroom door flew open.
Lovino was tackled by his obviously terrified twin. Feliciano buried his face in his older brother's chest, letting a few tears fall.
"F-Fratello.... I-I'm scared...."
Ludwig walked in shortly after, sitting next to the Italians.
"Feliciano, it's alright...."
The younger Italian remained silent.
SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1"So, you're Antonio."SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young Italian smirked, glaring atthe Spanish man then to his younger twin brother.
"Well, what do you think fratello?"
"I like him. He seems nice."
''We're not looking for nice, we want trustworthy."
The older Italian looked back over to the nervous Spanish man.
''Can we trust you?"
"Hmmm, I'm still not fully convinced. Yet, you do have an impressive background. I think you're Mafia material."
"G-Gracias. I assure you I won't let you down."
"Of course you'll need a name."
"What the others will call you to keep you safe. To makethe names easy to remember, we call them by what country they're from. You will be Spain, understand?"
"Si. What should I call you two?"
"I'm Romano and he's Veneziano."
Spain nodded, gazing into Romano's light brown eyes. The mature Italian's smirk disappeared.
"Please do keep in mind that if you betray us and I'll personally kill you myself."
Spain's eyes widend and he gulped nervously.
"S-Si. I understand."
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14Finally, around 6:00, the party had just started. Feliciano was extremely happy and smiling the biggest grin ever while his brother just stood over by the fireplace, sipping some hot choclate with Florinda, Alfred, Arthur, and Ludwig. Antonio was playing poker with Vash and Roderich and winning. Lovino looked over at his Spanish lover and smiled. Moments later, he turned back around to continue talking to the others. Ludwig noticed his brother hanging around the eggnog bowl, looking around and digging in his coat. The blonde German turned to the others.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll be right back."
He made his way over to Gilbert and grabbed his arm.
"Bruder, what are you doing?"
"West! H-Hey you scared me. What's up?"
"The booze, give it."
"Come on, West. Everybody loves Uncle Gil's 'special' eggnog."
He grabbed the bottle out of brother's hand and poured it down the sink.
"I hate you West!"
"You love me."
Ludwig walked over to Feliciano instead of going back to the others. Th
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9Later on, around noon or so, Lovino was back in is office, working constantly again. His cheery twin was running to a few places for him with Ludwig and Gilbert. Lovino let out a sigh and noticed Belgium at the door.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, what is it?"
"Um... Mr.Wang is on the line he wants to speak with you..."
The Italian stopped working and picked up the phone smiling.
"Ni hao, Lovino. How have you been, aru?"
"Actually, not too great."
"Oh, why? What happened?"
"A certain Russian we know beat the hell outta me and I've been out of it for a couple days."
"Ouch. Been there, done that. Ivan's always been that way, aru."
"Anything I can do?"
"Well, he'll listen to you. Keep him out of Italy, okay?"
"Sure thing. Of course my sadist Russian love will listen to me."
"I can't believe you're still with him...Anyhow, was there and particular reason you called?"
"Ummm....Oh! I have a flight in a few hours. I'm coming for visit. There's something I have to discuss with you in person."
"Oh, really? A
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10Bright and early the very next morning, Lovino had just woken up and already back to work. His younger twin came in shortly after, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano nodded and took a seat next to his bust brother, humming an up-beat tune of a familiar song. Lovino was going to stop him, but thought against it since he quite enjoyed that song. An hour and a hal;f flew by and it was now 10:45 in the morning. Soon, Lovino's paperwork and Feliciano's humming were brought to a stop when they heared a familiar voice at the door.
They looked up and Lovino tilted his head to the side.
"Yao? Aren't you here a little early?"
"Meh...I figured the earlier the better."
The older Italian crossed his arms and offered the older, yet smaller, Chinese man a seat.
"So, what would you like to discuss?"
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15Today was Christmas morning, Lovino and Antonio woke up around the same time and joined everybody else in the main room. Ludwig was telling everybody what they should prepare.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, Canada you start the turkey and ham, America you make the sides, and Veneziano and bruder you two can start dessert."
Arthur walked up.
"Should I help America?"
Alfred looked at his small English lover and kissed his forehead.
"I think it's best that you stay out of the kitchen, Iggy."
The English man pouted a little bit, then kissed his lover lightly and sat next to Antonio.
"Good morning, where's Mr. Romano?"
"I think he's in there with Veneziano. Oh! By the way, feliz navidad England."
"Merry Christmas, Spain."
They hugged slightly like friends would and turned on the T.V. Absolutly nothing but Christmas specials, so Antonio just shrugged and chose any random one.
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a c
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The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
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The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
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Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
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Lovino wondered why he even bothered.
He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.
Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.
"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."
"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently
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The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.
It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just he shuddered a little at the thought.
He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.
He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring someth
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Halloween was an interesting experience for Lovino. He never thought he would spend the majority of the evening cooped up in a tiny closet with a vampire who wanted nothing more than to suck his blood and make out.
Lovino, of course, was still trying to get his thoughts together. He wanted Antonio and he wanted him bad. He wanted him so much that it actually hurt; whenever he was away from him all he could think about was how handsome he looked and how he had always looked out for him since day one. Lovino was still afraid, though... he didn't want to display any affection; especially in public for the fear of someone he knew seeing.
It was hard, keeping this all bottled up. Antonio, even though he had tried to hold his hand while he walked him to work, or tried to steal a kiss whenever he said goodbye, knew Lovino was just scared. But now, perhaps it was time for him to f
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Lovino hated Halloween. He didn't see the point of it. The holiday had never really meant much to him when he was growing up and that didn't change. Feliciano seemed to like the idea though and he was the reason why he hated it so much.
"Fratello! You are dressing up with me, aren't you?" Feliciano called from his bathroom. Lovino shuddered and stared at the face-paints in front of him and scowled. Feliciano was determined to go out for Halloween. Lovino had told him he was too old for Trick or Treating but the younger brother wasn't interested. He had said he was going to go out with Ludwig and he and Antonio were welcome to join if they wanted to. Lovino had said no, but knowing Antonio he would probably show up sooner or later.
"No!" he finally answered and turned away from the paints. Feliciano exited the bathroom with a pout and asked, "Why?"
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Chapter Five: New day
After such a long day, and successfully getting Antonio a job with Gilbert and Francis, something Lovino isn't sure is quite a 'success', the two of them finally head home. As they walk down the street Antonio sighs and wraps his arms around Lovino's shoulders from behind, resting his chin on top of Lovino's head.
"Lovi~ I'm tired~!" Antonio whines and Lovino huffs.
"You're a grown man, walk on your own."
"But my Lovi is so warm and soft "
Lovino fumes. "Shut up you pervert!"
Antonio suddenly falls silent and comes to a stop, making Lovino stop as well.
"What the hell are you-?" Lovino stops himself when he sees what Antonio is staring at; a missing child poster with a far too familiar face. " Oh "
"They're looking for me ? I thought their memory of me would be erased " Antonio mumbles and Lovino simply sighs.
"Thank god Francis and Gilbert gave you
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If It's Love
Chapter One: And unexpected growth spurt
Lovino sits on a swing in front of McDonalds kicking up the dirt in front of him angrily. Why? Because if he can't kick Feliciano in the face, he will kick the dirt instead. Earlier today the little bastard had begged and pleaded for Lovino to join him in the park since his boyfriend, Ludwig, was busy. Lovino of course gave in, but as soon as he arrived, what did he see? Feliciano clinging to his stupid boyfriend.
Lovino continues his self-pitying and assault on the dirt beneath him until he hears a strange noise. He looks around and sees no one else at the park. Figuring it's his imagination, he continues with what he was doing. Until he hears it again. Listening closer, he realizes the sound is that of a crying boy inside the h
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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.
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Chapter Two: A Guardian Angel
Lovino stares at Antonio annoyed. It hasn't been two hours since the man got there and he's already making himself at home; using the shower without really asking, raiding the fridge and cupboards, and finally stealing the remote. The bastard has a lot of nerve. "So how long does this adult thing last?" He asks annoyed and Antonio smiles at him.
"I will stay an adult forever as soon as you say you love me." Antonio answers before frowning a little. "But if you don't I will go back to being five and I won't remember you "
"How long until that happens?"
Lovino sighs. "You want to maybe I don't know explain how the hell a fairy made you an adult?"
Antonio smiles again. "Of course! You see, when you left I was still upset! I was upset aaaalllll night and was sent to bed without dinner. When I was crying in my room he came."
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Romano knows what he is to others, he knows what they think when they see him; if only he were Veneziano. He should not hold it against his brother, and usually he doesn't. Despite this, there are days when he can't help it. These are the days when Spain is around.
Seeing his brother and his old boss smiling and joking always causes a sort of bitter feeling to build in the pit of his stomach. The man he loves getting along better with the brother he is always compared to. Of course even that is nothing compared to the horrible twist to his heart when Spain and Veneziano talk about seeing each other in the past. The days when Spain had Romano in his house, desperately wishing he was Veneziano.
His hands begin to tremble as Spain teases Veneziano about being cute. It's not fair, it's never fair. He loves Spain more than anything, but he hates them both when they do this. Rather than get furious and
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If It's Love
Chapter Three: Working Man
Lovino looks at Antonio annoyed. The man has done nothing since he 'grew up', something of which Lovino has seen little to no evidence of. All the bastard is doing is playing with his brothers on the Wii or flirting with Lovino. Granted, the fact he's flirting is technically a sign he's older than a five year old, but still.
Growing bored of the sight, Lovino huffs and heads off to his room to watch TV. He sadly gets no more than seven minutes into the show when Antonio pops in, apparently done with the game.
"Hey Lovi." Antonio says, walking up to sit next to Lovino on the bed.
"What do you want? Go back to my brothers." Lovino groans. He really wanted to watch this show without some creepy guy hanging all over him.
"Lovi, I'm not just a friend or guest, I'm your fiancé." The Spaniard reminds him, wrapping an arm around Lovino's shou
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Chapter Six: How not to stalk
It has been a week since Antonio started working at the restaurant and as soon as he started Lovino has started up a new habit. Every day after school, or around three on the weekends, he will go to a café across the street from the restaurant. It's not that he is stalking, of course, it's simply observing the surrounding area that just so happens to be near Antonio's work while enjoying a nice drink. With a hat and shades on. For fashion. Not a disguise. Because he isn't stalking.
"Ah! Stalking today as well I see!" Matthew teases and Lovino glares at him.
"I'm enjoying a drink! Who would I be stalking?"
"A certain good looking, and quite popular, Spaniard in the restaurant across the street. So tell me, how are the cooking lessons going with him?" He asks and Lovino looks at him confused.
"Cooking? What do you mean?" Lovino asks and Matthew looks at him surprised.
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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.
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Chapter Twelve: No One Can Stop Me
Lovino and Antonio continue to wrestle on the bed, Antonio teasing him for a hug. "G-get AWAY Damnit!" "Language, Lovi~!" Antonio teases, pinning the boy to the bed. " Wh ? What are ?" Lovino stares at him in wide-eyed confusion and they both look away embarrassed. The Spaniard goes to pull away when the door flies open, everyone coming in. "What happened that we needed to-?" Ludwig stops and stares at the two tousled and flushed looking men on the bed.
"Mon dieu~! How naughty~!" Francis teases and Antonio jumps off of Lovino before the Italian can kill him. "It's not like that! It isn't!" The pirate says defensively, noticing the dark look from Lovino. "I'll kill you " "Looviii! Play nice!" Antonio whines and Arthur speaks up. "Ugh, what the fuck did you bring us into your room for? To wi
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The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter nine: Where is the present in the way that you present yourself?
Lovino yawns and wakes up, looking over to the sleeping Spaniard holding onto him with a vice-like grip. He knows Antonio is asleep, the pirate only holds onto him this desperately when in a very deep slumber. The Italian also knows it's useless to do anything; trying to wake Antonio up would result in a very angry Spaniard, and you definitely don't want that that, then there's trying to escape, which would end up in him only getting hurt. So he decides to wait it out.
Lying there, he stares at the slumbering Spaniard. Antonio's long brown hair is pooled between the two of them, covering most of his face, save his slightly parted lips and closed eyes. Lovino reaches forward, gently brushing the hair behind Antonio's ear. "I wonder how many people have seen you in such a
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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
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"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
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He decided to skip his class that day, ignoring his teacher's call of "Go sit back down! What do you mean you're leaving? I'm teaching here! DON'T IGNORE ME YOUNG MA-" Honestly, he could have cared less about what the lecture on World History would have been.
His life had just been fucked up and turned upside-down and he had no clue how the hellhe could go about fixing it.
Walking back down the same path he had taken earlier to class, he couldn't help but stare at the newest marking that was now etched on his skin. It was, in a way, mesmerizing. The left half of the quarter-sized heart was a cheerfully bright green, wonderfully contrasting with the ruby red other half.
He vaguely recalled his brother's heart, which had appeared a
Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:.Warnings for this chapter: Lovino's language, maybe slight OOC (I'm not sure?)Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. The man who does has been missing for months ;n;
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS THE THIRD PART OF A SERIES. CHECK THE DESCRIPTION FOR LINKS TO THE OTHER PARTS!
Lovino fiddled with the cup in his hand nervously, sloshing the un-drunk liquid back and forth with each movement, his thoughts running wild due to anticipation. He tapped his leg anxiously against the ground, repressing the urge to run that rose in his chest as time passed at an impossibly slow rate. He knew he was getting stared at by the waitress, he could feel her gaze watching him apprehensively, as if afraid he would do something to her if she took her eyes off of him. But honestly, a menial waitress was the last thing on his mind.
Two days ago, he had met Antonio; he had met the person that was destined to be with him forever. He had met his match, the one who carried the same heart-s
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: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
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
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
DenNor: Forgotten Part 4To the common person, Lukas seems unreadable. It's understandable. I had the same misconception when I was just getting to know him, as a little kid.DenNor: Forgotten Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
But when you know him long enough, like I have, his emotions get a lot easier to comprehend. The tilt of his head shows his amusement, the knitting of his eyebrows tells you how pissed he is, and a few wrinkles around his eyes betrays the fact that internally, he's beaming. And I have always prided myself in being not only one of the few people who can read him so well, but also one of the few people who can inspire so much emotion in him.
But, when I walk into his hospital room, he is literally expressionless, as if someone has wiped his face clean.
He hasn't looked at me like that in years. I mean, at the very least I expect a look of mild irritation - I'm used to that. But when he looks at me, there's nothing in his eyes. At first I ignore it, and I throw myself at him, but even then his eyes only narrow in slight annoyance. Not even a
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
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
When you're gone -Spamano-I sniffled loudly and rubbed the back of my hand against my watering brown eyes, the icy coldness of loneliness suffocating me.When you're gone -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
'You idiot, you must have known at one point or another he would leave!' I thought angrily at myself, a large sob building up in my chest. Dammit, I needed him here! Why did I have to start shouting?!
"S-S-Spain " I whimpered as I buried my face in my hands, the aggressive sobs making my frail body shudder.
I needed him here oh god, I needed him
"I'M SORRY!!" I screamed at the creamy white roof above me, the tears falling thick and fast against my blotchy, pale face. Rolling over on my side, I hugged myself tighter to try and keep warm, squeezing my eyes shut at the same time.
I couldn't look at the vacant spot beside me
always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
Slowly I relaxed my eyes when they started
Dark Side -Spamano-there's a place that I knowDark Side -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
I looked at the bastard that was sitting by the tree in the school yard, a happy and oblivious grin on his face.
It didn't even take me two seconds to turn and flee from where I stood, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I started to grit my teeth together, ignoring the damned Albino and French pervert that were calling out my name.
No! They had to be wrong!
The albino and the pervert had ditched Antonio by the tree for a few moments to talk to me, and they had told me that the tomato bastard was head over heels for me
No, that couldn't be right!
He couldn't love me I was sour and unfriendly
Unlike my brother of course
He was cuter, nicer, funnier, more sociable, and just over all better than I would ever be
I was just his big brother, but I was also his shadow.
Like Matthew was to Alfred I suppose
No one liked me
I like him, I love you -Spamano-"Hola Romano~!"I like him, I love you -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
Looking over my shoulder, I spotted the annoying Spaniard, waving his arms about trying to catch my attention. I sighed loudly and walked over to him, my face printed with a sour look.
"Ciao Bastardo, What do you want?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Can't I see my little tomato without a reason?" Spain huffed, pouting his bottom lip at me. I rolled my eyes as he failed to look irritated, because his eyes still had the green, sparkle of life in it.
"Though you're right, I do have something to ask you!" Spain grinned at me, his white teeth flashing as he grabbed both of my hands.
A dark red blush flooded over my cheeks at the contact, but I didn't pull away.
Mainly because I was head over heels for the Spaniard
"Well, what is it bastard? I don't have all day" I growled, my eyebrow arching in suspicion. Spain seemed to grin wider if it was even possible, and he gave my hands a gentle squeeze.
"Remember when you were younger, and I said that I was thinkin
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Erg, why did I come to that damn American bastard's party anyway?
Oh, that's right; Feliciano dragged me here, with his potato sucking boyfriend. I could almost spot thinking about it, but I just grumbled and slumped against the wall.
No one came towards me, which was good in a way, because everyone knew I was most likely going to curse at them and tell them to fuck off.
But of course, there were a few exceptions who didn't mine coming towards me
And that was that pervert France.
"Bonjour mon amour~" A perverted and thick French accent murmured behind me, warm warms wrapping tightly around my waist.
"Eh? Get off me you fucking perv!" I growled, squirming around in his arms. He just laughed at me, his arms tightening around my waist.
"Oh clam down mon amour, I wonder if you're this feisty in bed. Should we found out, oui?" He grinned, and my blood ran cold in my veins.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU PERVERTITO BASTAR
100 themes challenge - Hardships (Spamano)I watched intensely out the window, my large caramel eyes scanning the sight in front of me, desperately trying to find the spaniard which took me in. I watched the gardens as rabbits hopped long the grass, and the yells of maids yelling to each other to get work done, not caring for me.100 themes challenge - Hardships (Spamano) in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes shot up towards the dark velvet sky, and suddenly a shooting star shot through the sky. I was never the one to believe in falling stars, unlike my idiota brother, Feli, but regardless I closed my eyes tightly.
"Toni... Come back..." I murmured, tears cornering by my eyes.
He said he would only be a month at sea
it had been a year.
It had been three years since that night of the shooting star, and since had hadn't come back, I had given up on all hope.
Without that tomato bastard here, the maids were cruel to me. They soon forced me to do most of the work while they just gossiped like a murder of crows.
I wiped the dirt of my nose and sniffled as I thought of the bastard again.
I wouldn't a
Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest-((Does have Spamano in it as well))Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest- in Short Stories More Like This
My amber eyes were burning.
Just watching my brother dancing and smiling with his new husband made me want to scream and rip these curtains behind me to shreds. I knew I would probably do that If I hadn't had this much control. I knew I would have done it, because my fingers were twitching and my claw like nails were digging into my palm.
I could feel the hot and sticky blood dripping down my palm, just like how any form of positivity was leaving my heart.
I could see how happy he was with the German, and how happy the German was with him.
But why couldn't I be in that stupid potatoes place?!
'Come on, Feli you're my brother, that has to credit for something. Can't you feel me; can't you feel the pain that's slowly killing me?'
Held my breath as the last wave pulls me under, under
What doesn't kill you makes you so much stronger, stronger
Can you feel this pain?
Rushing through these v
Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano-(( I suggest listening to this while reading, It's 'Can you Feel the Love Tonight, the music box version, it just gives off a softer feeling.Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of a rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
"I don't see why I had to come as well, bastard" I grumbled under my breath while we hurried towards the French bastards front door. It was the dead of winter for fucks sake, why would we be having a small get together!?
"Because Lovi, it'll be good for you to get out of the house a bit more!" The brunette grinned in response, his wide smile visible in the moonlight lit atmosphere. I looked away from his smile to his eyes that shimmered green in the pale light, giving them a peaceful and calm look.
Ugh, get it together, Lovino!
"Oi! How would you know whether I've been going out the house or not?"
100 themes challenge - School (PruCan)School100 themes challenge - School (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
The most suckiest, annoying, depressing and sickening place on earth.
Other boys boasting about how big their dicks are, girls bitching about other girls, seniors tormenting the juniors
Times like these I thank whatever god that people can't see me.
That's right; Matthew Williams, the invisible senior.
"Oi, Alfred! You dipshit, you owe my five bucks from yesterday!" Some random had grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, angry brown eyes staring straight into my blue and purple ones.
"I'm Matthew, Patrick; ya know, Alfred's brother?" I had told this idiot for the fifth time today. Sure, I looked like Alfred, but come on, there were come major differences!
For starters, I had longer hair, with a long curl sticking out from the front of my head; second, I was shorter than Alfred, and third, he was loud, I was quiet!
"Don't BS me, Jones; you can't blame this on your 'brother'" Patrick snarled, and suddenly his fist had connected with my stomach, knocking the air out of my lun
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"Hey, Arthur! I remember you, you're the kid who kissed me on the cheek" I snickered, winking at him slyly.
Arthur blushed darkly, a scowl bringing up on his face.
"Oh shut up you git, you kissed me on the forehead!" Arthur snapped, but he still kept blushing. I smirked at him, knowing that if I continued on I might get on his bad side.
"It was worth it~" I flirted playfully, leaning down so our eyes were at eye level. The blush on the English guys face grew even more vibrant, the colour of strawberries
"Oh shut it, git!" He huffed, but only half-heartedly. I leaned back up again, ruffling his hair under my hand.
"Arthur! Come on, everyone- who are you?" Someone cut off what Arthur was about to say, and I looked around to see who it was. It was a taller guy, maybe a year older than Arthur, and he had light blonde hair that reached his shoulder and bright blue eyes.
"Yeah, whatever Francis, I'll
100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)Eh, what was the use of me being in the world anyway?100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, everyone has a reason to live, right? They shouldn't go because they know that their family knows and remembers them.
Too bad for me no one knew who I was.
Just simple old Canada or Matthew, as I got people to call me when I wasn't at the world meetings, but they usually forgot.
I went to say hello to France, my papa as I called him, before and all he did was look at me blankly, and ask the all too familiar question.
"Eh, who are you again sorry?"
Even Japan didn't know me, and he had a memory as I heard.
No one really cared about me not even my own brother America remembered me!
If I was killed, or if I committed suicide, no one would care.
They'd find my body probably, but no one would remember who I was.
No one ever did
And, that's why I was here, standing on the roof of an abandoned building, my body shaking violently as the snow bet against my skin.
"Oh maple should I do this?" I groan
Spain x Romano- High School Blues"Oh come on Romano~" Spain said as he kept poking my shoulder.Spain x Romano- High School Blues in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told you no you stupid tomato bastard!" I yelled as I swatted his hand away.
"Please, we never do anything together anymore." Spain whined as jumped right in front of me.
"That's because we're in school, and when in school, there is no time to do anything together." I said as I pushed him out of my way.
"Yes there is, we could always do something on the weekend." He said as he kept trying to convince me.
"I study on the weekend, dumb ass." I hissed as I went to my locker.
"Then how 'bout we study together?" Spain suggested as he crept up from behind me.
"Will you actually study?" I asked as I raised my brow in question.
"I promise!" Spain chimed as he hugged me from behind.
"Let go you bastard!" I squealed as I was trying to get out of his grip.
"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow! Oh wait, your house or mine?" He yelled as he skipped down the hall.
"Mine!" I yelled back as I just realized what happened.
S-Spain is comi
Spain x Romano- High School Blues 2Nananana nananaSpain x Romano- High School Blues 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"I have never loathed the sound of my alarm clock as much as I do right now." I sighed as I rolled out of my bed.
I looked around at my Spain heart attack room.
"Today's gonna be a long day." I moaned as I began to strip out of my pajamas.
Suddenly my cellphone rang.
Argh, it's Prussia..
"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Hey Romano!" Prussia yelled as I moved the phone away from my ear just in time.
"What is it? It's a bit early to be calling, oh please don't tell me you three are already on your way here?" I said with an anxious notion.
"Nope, well I'm headed your way! Kesese, we're about to put my plan in full motion!" Prussia laughed.
"Please tell me it doesn't involve my kitchen." I said as I placed my hand over my face.
"Ha, you're a fucking psychic!" Prussia giggled.
"So hurry up, get dressed, and get the ovens heated!!!" Prussia howled then hung up.
"I'm doomed." I cried as I set my phone on the dresser.
I took a deep sigh and did as Prussia said.