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.
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
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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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"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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
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 felt guilty.
For the first time in a while, he sat in the pews with his brother and listened to the priest conduct the sermon. The older Italian brother had decided that it was high time the two of them attended church, seeing as they hadn't gone for a while and the younger Italian had agreed straight away. When they were younger, their grandpa had been a religious man and the two boys had attended church every Sunday for as long as they could remember. Since he died, their ritual had slipped and they only really attended the service at important times of the year, for example Christmas and Easter.
And now back to why Lovino was feeling guilty. It had been three days since his kiss with Antonio and he was still unsure of how it made him feel. Yes, he liked the guy for some unknown reason but he wasn't sure if it was right. The church was very particular with homosex
Choices- Ch1Arthur Kirkland moved away from London in escape to a quiet life. He'd moved to a small town on the coast in order to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. Arthur had not only chosen this place because it was quiet, but because it was where his family used to holiday when he was younger. He'd always wanted to live in a place like this and now, when he finally had enough money, he could.Choices- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
Three years later, Arthur was happy. He had a good job, a nice house and everything he could have asked for.
He also had a boyfriend which came in the form of his own American hero, Alfred Jones.
Like himself, Alfred had moved to England to get away from the loud city. Coming from New York and moving to a small coastal town had been a huge change for him but when the two met a cafe during Alfred's first couple of days (Arthur had already been there a year), the Brit was more than willing to show him around.
And now, the two of them lived and shared a happy life together.
It was a Saturday morning an
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What the fuck was taking him long?!
Lovino paced back and forth his apartment, hands gripping his hair and his breathing quick and panicked. Feliciano would be all right... he would be just fine. He probably went out and forgot about the pasta... no, that wasn't like him at all, he would never forget about the pasta. But that didn't explain the state of his room. Things were knocked off his desk, as though he had backed up against it in retreat, his bed was a mess... as though he has scrambled over the covers in order to get away. The door was open slightly, as though he had almost made his escape but had gotten there too late. And the blood on the window ledge... well, Lovino didn't even want to think about that.
He felt sick. He didn't know where his brother was but he had a good idea who had taken him.
"I bet it was that potato bastard..." Lovino muttered to himself as
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.
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To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was best to humor the country before he actually had to pay attention.
"France and Prussia are coming over for dinner!" Spain beamed like this was great news.
"What!" Romano leapt upward with a fair amount of cursing.
"What's the matter Lovi?" Spain looked so adorable with his head tipped curiously to one side that Romano had to fight not to let a blush slip
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Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
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He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
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It starts slowly. The madness creeps like ivy, through Spain's mind, hissing gilded pleasantries into his ears and out his mouth.
How sweet madness is, how regal. Royalty was always mad; now he's a king among the petty mortal kings.
He wants for nothing that has been dictated by society - how frightfully boring it is to be told what is and is not to be done.
No, Spain'll live by rules that are all his own. His own rules, dictated by his madness. His loving insanity, breaking the rules and making new ones. Only this once.
And then there's him.
Him, his other half. Romano. The one with dawn-light rays of the morning sky dancing within his fathomless gold irises. The one with the beautiful skin (that would look oh-so-lovely with red dancing across it,
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Kisses don't mean love. They don't even mean forever. They are well aware.
Things aren't as sweet as they could be, or should be, for them. It could be sweeter than cotton candy - perhaps sickeningly so - but it isn't.
What they have isn't love. They know this too.
What they have is desperation and alcohol making their tongues slow and heavy with the taste of vomit and cheap booze and something chilling and numbing like the taste of chloroform.
So when they lay on the bed with the sheets on the floor and their limbs tangled together and sweat drying cold, the only thing keeping Romano from leaving is the look of almost-adoration on Spain's face and the slightly loving way he wraps his arm around the Italian.
So Romano stays.
Comprimario - with the first, a supporting role
Romano knows that Veneziano is the favorit
APH - SpaMano - The Written WordHey! I want to talk to you!APH - SpaMano - The Written Word in Romance More Like This
Because you're cute! Look, you're blushing!
I'm NOT blushing!
Yeah you are! You look like a tomato!
Sorry I got you in detention, bastard.
You attacked me because I said you looked like a tomato O_O
My head hurts.
I don't doubt it. Stupid.
Hey! I'm not stupid! :''(
Yes you are.
I don't care.
You're still cute.
I'm not answering you.
So cute! :-D
This is how you got in detention in the first place...want to make it twice in one day?
Then shut up.
Hi Lovi! :-D
...why are you writing me a note when you're right across the fucking table from me?
Because I like writing you notes! You look so cute!
Aww, you look like a tomato!
I will hurt you.
You wouldn't do that to me, though, would you?
Yes, I would.
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The voice is clipped and unemotional while the owner is trembling slightly, not that he'll ever admit to that. He's too stubborn.
The reply - if there was one at all - is lost to the explosion a mere twenty feet away; the two men huddled in the trench flich simultaneously as someone shrieks, high pitched and terrified. It echoes slightly before silence falls yet again, heavy and cloying.
Antonio never thought that it would actually come to this. He'd signed up with a naive smile on his face, eager to do his duty. He'd made friends, even. What a fool he had been.
Another explosion, closer this time, makes the dirt shake and jump, prompting more screaming from the lost, the afraid, and the fools who belive that screaming will help them relieve their fear.
For an instant, Antonio can almost make himself believe that this hasn't happened, isn't happening, like it's a dream. It certa
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Someday. Someday, Roma will be his.
The green-eyed devil watches the Italian with a narrowed gaze. He's talking with his brother, looking annoyed.
The devil ponders this. No...it isn't right. Roma shouldn't be annoyed.
His Italian's brother leaves the room. The green eyes follow him, and soon the body picks itself up and floats after the younger Italian.
"Ve~ Spain-nii." The chattering voice is so annoying, too high and too happy.
Lips curl up as one of them shrieks. He's not sure which one of them is screaming, but it's abruptly cut off.
The annoying voice will talk no more. How nice.
Hmm...now he's covered in red. It's such a pretty color, he thinks. Pretty and thick and dark.
Why not wear it out? A perfect accessory to capture his Italian's attent
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Such beautiful terms to describe the same thing; blood and death. That's all those pretty things are, really, wrapped up in sparkling paper to soften the blow.
Why is sanguinary Death so frowned upon, so shunned by its merry, vivacious counterpart of Life?
The acidly bright-eyed demon asks himself this, calmly, thoughtfully, as he coolly ponders in one corner of his impossibly-insane mind the meanings of such biases.
His eyes, wide with his own insane mirth, follows a single person, an exclusive nation that has somehow attracted his attentions, with an almost-singleminded concentration that seemed subconsciously willed.
Why doesn't he appreciate what he does for him, the hellion wonders, almost sadly. He tries to help, he does try to he
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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
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There he is again.
No, not Feli.
The older one.
The one with the darker hair, the tanner skin, the bright hazel eyes.
The one who always wears a scowl on his face as he looks at the ground, never meeting the gaze of anyone, never greeting his peers, his lips always set in a flat line.
Si, that one.
Antonio stares at him, his green eyes widening, and his stomach fluttering slightly.
Francis nudges him and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like someone's in love," The French boy says, a lewd smile present on his face.
"I don't even get why you like him. I mean yeah, the kid's really hot, but he doesn't seem that fun to be around," Gilbert remarks with a shrug as he glances at the Italian, who lifts his head to give the cafeteria a quick once over, before sulking toward an empty
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"It's so great to see you; it feels as if I haven't talked to you in forever!"
"Isn't it so nice of Antonio to invite me over for dinner?"
"Don't you like my new dress? I decided to wear it when Toni told me to come over."
Bitch, get out of here.
Giggle. "Spagna is so sweet."
Is that a dreamy voice I hear?
I am about to have a fucking hernia right now.
"Eh sorella...you are alright, si?" Feliciana asked in what sounded like a genuine tone. I allowed myself to glance at her, standing in the middle of my room, adorned in a dainty (expensiveasfuckinghell) pink dress that looked like it barely covered her ass.
Her coppery eyes were wide and innocent as she stared at me. Her lips were set in a charming grin, and her head was tilted gently to the side, her long, smooth, curly brown locks spilling over her shoulders elegantly. I can't even begin to describe how out of place she looked, standing in my massive tornado fuck of a room.
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FUCK MY LIFE!
Si. That was the mantra I was repeating over and over again in my head as I kept my face buried in a thick, feathery pillow. A fucking dirty one stained with my pathetic tears. Yes. There I go again with the stupid self pity. I've really got to stop that. Or actually no. I won't. Because I don't have to. That's right, motherfuckers.
I attempted to stifle my sobs by holding my breath so that those damn shudders wouldn't escape my lips, but it just didn't work. What the hell was the use? No one's here anyways. So, I'm going to just let it all out! And fuck you for criticizing me for doing so.
I rolled over so that I was facing the ceiling, my eyes studying the strange pattern of cracks that ran across it; damn, this really was an old room. It seemed like not much has changed since I was a kid around here. The walls were the same color, the garden outside looked the same, the scent was always the same, Antonio himself was always the same
Antonio, my preci
Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!RomanoSo let's back up. Hmm let's say, around three months earlier. Yeah, that's about right. May, I believe. Well, more like the end of May. Summer was just around the corner and the sun was definitely showing it.Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Okay, look. I don't mind the sun. I really don't. In fact, I think it's pretty damn nice. But when it beats down on your fucking head all day, it can give you an eye twitch. Especially when you're out in the fields picking some tomatoes with none other than the infamous tomato bastard himself.
Hey, on the bright side, it gives me an excuse to eat the extremely delicious fruit. When the idiota isn't looking, I take huge bites out of the tomatoes that I pick, especially if they're extremely red and big. They're just so delicious! I can't help it. If something looks that appetizing, they're meant to be eaten on the spot. I'm not taking all this bullshit about properly cleaning or cutting or whatever the crapola Antonio spews out of his always smiling lips. Even as a little kid (
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Yes, this is a Spamano songfic to the song "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Enjoy!!
It is cold. So cold.
I can't feel anything but the biting, whirling ice that eats away at my open wounds as it pounds mercilessly on me, the wind whistling in my ears, taunting me, telling me that I have failed.
I have been reduced to nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am crawling on my hands and knees, the icy snow rubbing against my already pale flesh.
Crawling like a lowlife. A piece of filth.
I've lost it all. Everything.
Everyone I had the slightest care about has been stripped away. All of my hope has been broken. My desire to live has been shattered.
I'm still crawling. I'm still crawling, constantly in broken motion, gritting my teeth as the never ending plethora of ice crystals shoots from the sky.
I need to find him.
Because, something tells me that he's still here.
Caught In A Shit Storm Part 3 - Spain X fem!RomanoHave you ever had that urge to just scream? I'm not talking about the shrill, annoying-as-fuck screams that are commonly emitted by those crazy, cosplaying fan-girls who swoon at the sight of "yaoi" or whatever the fuck it's called. Seriously, Japan. You may act all calm and crap, but we all know that in reality, you're kinky as shit.Caught In A Shit Storm Part 3 - Spain X fem!Romano in Romance More Like This
No, I'm talking about those barbaric, mutated "I'm going to rip your guts out and eat your entrails" kind of screams. And I'm referring to the whole shebang. Growling, and chanting, and running around with a huge pickaxe. Okay, not really, but you get the idea.
So yeah, that's how I feel right now. I am literally doused with fiery hatred for the fucking tomato bastard, and my oh-so-perfect, talented, annoying-as-fuck sister. But then again, I should've seen this coming. I mean, I hate to admit it, but let's look at the facts here.
Who's richer, with all that pretty architecture, and renaissance shit? Feliciana.
Who did Grandpa Rome favor because of her ab
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The Canadian sat on top of the toilet (thank God these toilets actually had lids), hugging her knees, and trembling slightly from shock, fear, and embarrassment. Gilbert's face kept flashing through her head. He knew. Dammit, he definitely recognized her as the infamous anonymous chick he screwed at Francis's big party. The situation wouldn't be half as bad if it weren't for the fact that Elizaveta will most annihilate her, and that Meg was pregnant.
Oh God. Pregnant. PREGNANT.
Meg felt another wa
Caught In a Shit Storm Part 1: SpainXfem!RomanoBreathe in and breathe out. The air is fresh. Warm. Comforting. You feel the sunlight beat against your bare skin as it floods through that huge ass window. Your legs are tangled in a torrent of bed sheets and you feel the soft pillow against the side of your head. Your eyes are closed. You're awake, but you don't want to open them. You're too comfortable.Caught In a Shit Storm Part 1: SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
You feel a pair of strong arms around you. Your bare body is pressed up against another, toned, sculpted, perfect. Fits you like a puzzle piece. You breathe in his scent. The faint smell of fresh tomatoes soothes you and a smile finds its way onto your lips. You love this. This is where you belong. Here. In bed. In his arms.
Last night was fucking fantastic. There were no words to describe it. All passion. All love. All lust. The kisses. The touches. The erotic thickness of the air. And now you're here. On this summer morning. You feel his heart beat steadily as he breathes in and out. He's still asleep. You bite your bottom lip out
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"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
HetaCaliga Part IVPrussia came up with a wild explanation as to why they were allowing the "commoners" into the palace. Germany would rather not repeat it. Even the poor servants and guards looked mentally scarred. The five planned to come back here, ask around for basic provisions, as well as directions to Rugaska, and then head out right away to save time. They didn't necessarily want to find themselves in the middle of the road when night fell.HetaCaliga Part IV in Romance More Like This
However, all Germany wanted to do once he was inside the castle was to take this ridiculous clothing off. He was sweating under the thick red cloak, the tights seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, the shoes were hurting his feet, and the crown kept slipping over his forehead and into his eyes. Daisy also complained about her attire, saying that she couldn't walk two steps without tripping over the hem of her dress.
However, Prussia insisted that if they take off these clothes and change into peasant's clothes, the guards at Rugaska may not permit them to
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
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
FrUk Fluff- Tea.FrUk Fluff: Tea.FrUk Fluff- Tea. in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
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
Spain's sickDisclaimer: I don't own HetaliaSpain's sick in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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.
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Pirate's Treasure
Chapter One: His royal merman
Mermaids are beautiful creatures, no matter the gender. They, like most living things, have a sort of hierarchy. It consists of royalty, high class, middle class, all those that are in human societies. The main difference between them and humans, aside from the water and tails, are their royalty. Unlike human royalty, mermaid royalty have earned their crown.
In their blood lies special abilities; their tears create the most valuable jewels on land and water, and they are able to go on land by sprouting legs. For many years a common misconception was their inability to come on land, then they thought all of them were capable of it. It was only a few years ago, when a merman from the waters of northern Italy came on land for a man he loved.
He informed the world it is only their royalty with these abilities, and others that he
His Favorite Customer Ch.14His Favorite CustomerHis Favorite Customer Ch.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Fourteen: It's two-thirty in the morning, fuck titles
Romano wakes up with a pair of arms holding him close from behind and Nia curled up to his stomach. It feels comfortable and keeps him calm before last night pops into his head; his mother returning, he and Antonio confessing, and doing other things. While the things with Antonio were embarrassing, they don't bother him. It's the thought of his mother that makes his body tense up.
She's back, for whatever reason. Well, back isn't the correct word. Technically, she has never been to America before. Nonetheless, it's still weird. Not to mention suspicious. He knows Feliciano has sent her far more letters than just one recently. So why suddenly come now?
"Mm Lovi you're up?" Antonio asks, moving behind him to hold him even closer.
"Y-yeah " Romano mumbles, blushes as Antonio nuzzles hi
If It's Love ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Mcdonalds. Or their awesome old playgrounds that no longer exist because life sucks.If It's Love ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
The Greatest Man In The World1Disclaimer: I do not own HetaliaThe Greatest Man In The World1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter One: You Could Do Better
Lovino lives in a church with his brothers Feliciano and Marcello. They have lived here since Marcello was around one, making Feliciano two and Lovino about three. Needless to say, it's all they know. Feliciano wishes to stay for the rest of his life, even become a priest, but Marcello and Lovino want more out of life. Lovino wants more for their lives as well. He is only sixteen, but he is desperately trying to get out already.
The people of the church are kind, except when they are bad of course, and then they are cruelly brutal. But they haven't gotten in trouble in probably three years. Feliciano is a good kid in the first place, Marcello is also pretty well behaved, and Lovino has learned when he can and can't say things. Which basically means he knows all the secret areas in the church grounds.
A Helping Hand Ch.7Abel-NetherlandsA Helping Hand Ch.7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Helping Hand
Chapter Seven: The Past will always catch up
Antonio yawns and lies down on the couch in exhaustion. Another long day of work with just him and Lovino running it all. The logical thing to do would be to hire someone new, but Antonio just can't bring himself to. He wants Lovino to himself, no matter how childish that seems. "If I were still a delinquent he would be branded by now "
"What the hell am I? Cattle?" Lovino asks annoyed, chucking a pillow at the man sprawled out on the couch.
"Ow!" Antonio groans, dislodging the pillow from his face. "It's not that I was just very to the point back then."
"Uhuh so did you brand Francis and Gilbert?" Lovino asks dully, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Didn't have to. We have matching tattoos." Antonio says, grinning at Lovino.
"I've never seen a tattoo on any of you " Lovino mumbles and a smirk comes to Ant
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.3The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Three: His Royal Nightingale
Antonio stares at the merman exhausted. "Get out of my bed."
"I will not. You will sleep on the floor." Lovino says and Antonio glares.
"You have to make my jewels. Go make them now or I will put you in a room with one of my men." Antonio threatens and Lovino pales.
"F-fine! I'll go to your office!" Lovino huffs, standing up and leaving the room.
"Finally some sleep " Antonio mumbles, crawling into bed. He lies there completely silent, just listening to his ship. Upstairs he can hear some of his men still drinking and now singing, down where he is all he can hear is snoring, and where he knows the office is he hears nothing. Not feet, not Lovino breaking anything as he assumed would happen, nothing. He shrugs it off, deciding Lovino hasn't reached it yet.
After half an hour of lying there listening and hearing absolutely nothing in the room, Ant
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.2The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: His Royal Pain
Antonio looks to the merman in front of him, debating on whether or not he should introduce the boy to his crew. Granted he is small and looks weak, but that isn't even the main thing that worries him. What worried him is the complete and utter ignorance of the human culture that Lovino seems to display. Even now, as he's watching the boy, he's staring at Antonio's brush completely lost.
"Is this a weapon?" Lovino asks, poking the brush edges and wincing. "Why do you keep it in your bedroom?"
Antonio sighs. "That's a brush, you comb your hair with it." He explains and Lovino looks at him in shock.
"You brush your hair with something so painful?"
"Ugh it's not painful " Antonio groans, walking over and taking it out of Lovino's hair before reaching behind his head and brushing his hair. "See? It feels nice, right?"
Lovino's cheeks are soon a
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.4The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Four: His Royal Landing
Lovino paces around Antonio's room, his face bright red. He's been on the ship for a month now, creating his quoted amount of jewels every night, yet he is still mistreated! Every time he leaves the bedroom, Antonio comes out of nowhere and latches onto him so people believe they are 'together', since apparently that is the safest thing for Lovino. It's such a big title that everyone only calls him by 'the Captain's lover' or 'the Captain's mermaid', its degrading! He has a name!
Not to mention all of the touching and strange words like 'honey' are annoying. Why would he want to be some sticky human food? Just the thought of being sticky grosses him out. It must be an insulting name.
"Lovino, we're arriving at port soon." Antonio says, entering the room where the boy is pacing. "Ahhh you're still worked up over a simple slap on the ass? You nee
Dirty Desire Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Dirty Desire by Utada HikaruDirty Desire Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: There's something growing inside me
Lovino has been bothered. Very, very bothered. Last week he met a strange guy who ran a café he likes for their amazing cappuccino's, his name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Granted, he was annoying and way too friendly, but Lovino has never seen anyone so fucking hot. Unbelievably hot. He thinks about him day and night, especially night. Just thinking about him makes Lovino's face heat up. Among other things.
It's all just WRONG. Being so attracted to someone is horrible and a waste of time. And, at the moment, very unprofessional. Why unprofessional? Lovino is currently at work. He got a job last summer working for his stupid brother's bastard of a boyfriend who always smells like potatoes. The job isn't big, he's just a 'lackey' (he refuses to say secretary) for Lu
Hope Was HereEver since I was born, my parents knew I would never live long.Hope Was Here in Romance More Like This
Matthew sat in the library quietly, immersed in the fictional illusion of the story. Images and pictures were swirling around his mind, a small smile on his face as he flipped the page. He felt like he could hear the voices speaking in his head, feel the wind on his face and hair, it all felt real to him. He shifted in his position in the chair, as he rested his head on his knuckles, letting his blond locks fall into his face. His violet eyes continued to be lost in the words.
He was almost finished.
The doctors told them that I would likely die in my early twenties, at the latest. Though, they also said I could die any time, really.
The time had passed quickly, and by the end of the book the boy was sobbing in his hands, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Well, there was another amazing book done and complete. That had been a tearjerker for sure.
Matthew realized he spent a lot of his days
Running Straight Back To YouI'm running away and I don't know why. My chest feels heavy and I almost can't breathe. My feet slap against the rain slick pavement, soaking my shoes and socks and feet to the bone. It's cold, and it stings my cheeks as well. I'm scared. I'm running and I'm running, but I don't know why. I don't even know where I'm running. I'm running and I'm running, to a place that doesn't matter.Running Straight Back To You in Romance More Like This
I'm struggling to remember that place I was at. As my feet begin to ache I continue down that dark, dark, sidewalk, just forcing myself forward. I don't remember what has driven me this direction, but I know it still hurts. My heart begins to pound rapidly like gunfire, and I'm not even sure if I'm crying, for it could also be the rain. Either way, my vision is blurred and it is growing harder for me to see. But even then, I don't stop.
I hear a name call me out, but I can't stop. My body won't let me. All I can do is keep running and running. I feel like I'm going to collapse at any given second, but
Dearly BelovedThe water rushed over his body, a cool sensation that wrapped its way around his entirety. As far as he could see the ocean was a deep blue hue, with spots of sunlight mixing itself inside. He felt himself sinking farther and farther, unable to swim back up for some reason, as if he were bound to the sandy floor. Where was he falling, why was he falling, what had happened? Why was this happening to him? Those were all questions he had not the ability to answer. All he knew was that the sensation was now over, the salt water stinging his eyes. This feeling felt familiar to him, and he didn't know why. His lungs suddenly began to scream for air, yet he could not push himself back to the surface.Dearly Beloved in Romance More Like This
He didn't want to go, no, he wasn't ready yet. He reached out his hand, trying somehow to grasp the top of the water before he fell into his watery grave. Please, he thought. I don't want to go away yet.
But he only sunk further and further, the light fading and the darkness swallowing him who
Pomodoro Vampiro Mio - 1It was dark; the moon was full, illuminating the outside in a pale, creamy glow. The air was cold, the temperature seeming to drop with every second that seemed to pass. He stealthily moved throughout the terrain, the smell of blood drawing him closer and closer to his prey. What a fool they'd been, leaving themselves out in the open for him to devour. But then again, humans didn't believe in vampires, did they? Yes, they were idiotic for that notion, after all, how can something so fearsome be so fake? He let a small grin grace his lips as he found his target, and before they even had a chance to breathe, tore into them, drinking the sweet crimson liquid hungrily before dropping the corpse back down. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, and sighed.Pomodoro Vampiro Mio - 1 in Drama More Like This
Antonio was rushing through the little town. The sun was in his face and the streets were crowded with traders and travelers and locals alike. He saw the little cottage he was looking for and burst through the door. "I'm... sorry I'm...late!"
SS - Snow Angels"Alfred Jones there had better be a very good reason for waking me up this early in the blasted morning."SS - Snow Angels in Romance More Like This
Alfred laughed softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and nodding vigorously at his partner who was now glaring at him. He ruffled his already bed-messy hair, and tugged on his hand impatiently.
"Artie come on! Yes, I promise it is so worth it if you come out! Come on, please?" he begged, his cerulean eyes shimmering in that same, puppy dog way.
Arthur groaned, recoiling his hand, and rolling back over for a minute, before sighing and sitting up. He pulled the covers back, and stepped out of bed, and his emerald eyes fell back to him. He put his hands on his hips in an expectant way.
"Well? Do tell what this oh so amazing surprise is."
Alfred's grin broadened, as he took his hand again, and took him over the closet. He opened it up, and pulled out the Brit's coat, and put it around him. He began to put his arms through the sleeves but Arthur slapped him away, a
UnderstandingThere were just some things that Arthur never understood about Alfred F. Jones.Understanding in Romance More Like This
Alfred F. Jones was loud, obnoxious, rude, uneducated, American, and most of all, a complete idiot. He was brash, and always put himself before others. He was somehow the 'Golden Boy' of the school, but even so he was still a troublemaker. The teachers detested his little pranks, but the students worshipped him like an idol. Alfred Jones, The Golden Boy.
So he never understood how Alfred ended his life so suddenly.
His first thought was that he'd gotten in trouble with drinking, had a car accident, and crashed, dying instantaneously. But that hadn't been the case. So he'd then switched to believing it was some drug overdose, but again, proven false. He'd then come to the conclusion that it had just been some tragic, unforeseen event and he felt pity for the family to have to endure such a tragic incident.
It later got around the school that it was a suicide.
On the evening right before Holiday break,
Of Love From The HeartToday was the day.Of Love From The Heart in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alfred F. Jones smiled as he held the object in his hands. Soon, oh so soon, would he be able to give it to him. Nervous as he was, he was also excited. He just couldn't wait. But he had to; he had to contain his feelings until the time was right. And well when he gathered up the courage to do so. He pocketed the object, as he went to wake his lover from his dreamful slumber.
Arthur Kirkland groaned as the sunshine poured into the room. Was it really morning already? Mornings always come too fast nowadays. He rolled onto his side, facing away from the window and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Now, now Artie! It's time to get up!" a voice chirped.
The Englishmen open one, emerald eye and saw the face of the American, his American.
"It too early love. Go back to bed " he mumbled.
Alfred pursed his lips, "Dude, it's like, 10:30 am."
Well, if he wasn't awake a few moments ago, he was now. He sat up in an instant, clutching the bed sheets between h
Wishes For YouThe air was cold, encircling my body in a chill grasp while the wind whistled through my ears. Despite how they were covered in my warm, white, and fuzzy earmuffs, the icy breeze seemed to seep through, causing me great discomfort.Wishes For You in Romance More Like This
I pulled my coat around me tighter, shivering a bit as I did. Though the material was snug around me already, it was still a bit chilly to press it to the few exposed parts of my skin. After this motion, I pulled my red and white scarf around my neck tighter, trying desperately to block out the cold, while not choking myself in the process. It was hard to get a grip with my gloved fingers, but I managed well enough.
Content with my newly wrapped garments, I let my hands fall back as I leaned back, glancing up at the sky from where I sat. I sat on the porch of the house, our house, with the light turned off for a number of reasons. The full moon illuminated the ground, no, the entire area in a pale, white glow that radiated across of everything. The st
With Eyes Like TheseThings have never been easy on the one and only Alfred Jones.With Eyes Like These in General Fiction More Like This
Alfred was the oldest of one brother, given responsibility long before his time, to take care of a younger siblings and to look after his parents, to go through school and go to college, get a job and make money, support anyone and everything around him. Responsibility was a word, a phrase, a meaning not in his dictionary, a word he couldn't grasp, not that he couldn't understand, just didn't want to. A word that had always been thrown at him, forced upon him, even in his state.
Alfred was, very unfortunately, blind.
He had been since the age of ten, a tragic accident occurred, snatching his sight right from underneath him, unable to see the new faces coming and leaving him. Even with this disability, he'd always been forced into places he didn't want to be, never receiving sympathy, and when he did, it wasn't the right feeling.
So Alfred was always a hard worker, doing his best in school, getting proper help and passing his
:HBD: Fun Like FireworksMatthew's hand felt soft in his own.:HBD: Fun Like Fireworks in Romance More Like This
Gilbert smiled lightly as he walked down the populated entryways of the amusement park, chatter and merriment swirling around them. The weather was hot, but not overly so, and it wouldn't have mattered to Gilbert anyway. It could've been one hundred degrees or forty degrees, and he would've held his boyfriend's hand anyway.
Matthew didn't seem to mind either.
They walked through the park, Matthew's violet eyes examining the surroundings with interest. There was a small smile on his lips, taking in all the sights and sounds, the festivities and music, and the laughter and the screaming. It was really interesting to see Matthew's eyes lit up so brightly, and Gilbert was glad he'd brought him here.
"Wanna go there?" Gilbert said, stopping him and pointing to a tall rollercoaster, a moderately long line, but looked quite the fun. Matthew tilted his head a bit, and then nodded.
"Alright, you're on!"
The Canadian practically dragged the albino after him.
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
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
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
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
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.Erased: A Depressing DenNor Oneshot in Drama More Like This
He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK OneshotHe should've stopped when he heard himself mutter, "Am I Catholic? Or am I Protestant?"On Rainy Days: USUK/FrUK Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was too late now, though. Arthur was so very stupid sometimes, despite his elegant, sophisticated English gentlemanly demeanor. The combination of alcohol and relentless rain, hammering down like bullets, had dragged out all the erased memories. He could see him, beckoning and calling out to him, torturing Arthur.
He didn't remember stepping out, but the next thing he knew, he was standing outside in the bitter cold, looking into the windows of the warm pub, the rain stinging and lashing at his face.
And then he wasn't standing there anymore
It was pouring as Arthur trudged on, sloshing his worn black boots through the puddles of mud and rainwater, fueled by grief and fury. He was going to kill him. How dare he rebel? How dare he, when it was he who had taken care of him all his life. And dumping all that perfectly good tea?
And there he was, his hair and uniform a s
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
USUK easter huntArthur Kirkland woke up at around is usual time on that of Easter morning, he didn't open his eyes as he stretched to the other side of the bed to hold his boyfriend Alfred Jones for a bit before he woke up fully. Alfred and himself had been dating for a few years now and though Alfred had agreed to move in with him, Alfred hadn't proposed yet, and that (in all honesty) worried him a bit.USUK easter hunt in Settings More Like This
But when he felt the spot for his lover, it was empty.
Arthur opened his eyes to see that Alfred wasn't there, instead in his place he saw a small colored egg on the pillow of his missing lover. He made a curious look as he grabbed the egg, when he picked it up it felt lighter than others, he looked at the egg more and saw small words that said, 'break me.'
Arthur raised a brow and did as the words said, he broke the egg as careful as he could so that no shells could be found later on in the bed. When he got the egg open there was a small note inside, he took the note out and saw that it said.
A USUK ValentineValentines Day, tch just the thought of it made him sick. 'It's a stupid holiday' thought Arthur Kirkland, he didn't even know why it was celebrated. It was only meant for couples, and what about the people who didn't have anyone huh? They don't get anything barely even a hello when walking down the street because everyone is too busy with there lovey dovey couple crap.A USUK Valentine in Settings More Like This
Arthur hated this stupid holiday for more than one reason, one: it was stupid in general to have a holiday all about love. Two: he never got anything anyway, and some people don't, so why torture them by pointing out the fact that they didn't have anyone? And Three: ..the only valentines he ever got was from Francis....and not a card oh no it could never be a simple card from the moronic French country...it was always something more....that he never EVER wanted.
Arthur sighed as he walked to the hall where the world meeting was being held today. Today of all days and of course it was being held in Franc
An Unforgetable Promise(2 months ago...)An Unforgetable Promise in Profiles More Like This
Arthur Kirkland and Alfred f. Jones sat on the swing on the front porch just sitting and watching the sunset. Alfred was to go off to war the next day, and Arthur was anything but happy about him going. They had been dating for quite a while now and with how bad Arthur knew the war was right now, he didn't want Alfred to go He wanted him to stay with him and keep him warm in his arms.
They sat there holding each other tightly till Alfred spoke up: "Hey Artie, I need to ask you something." Arthur looked up at his boyfriend curiously and said, "What is it love?"
Alfred smiled down at him before getting off the swing and bringing Arthur to stand up with him. Arthur kept looking at him curiously, "Artie, babe, we've been together for while now, and I know that I'll be leaving tomorrow..." Arthur grimaced at the reminder, not that he wasn't thinking about it whole time anyway but still.
"And I just wanted to do this before I left..." Arthur started to get a l
The Dark Surfer IntroThe Dark Surfer Intro in Settings More Like This
Beautiful sunny Florida is a place where the rich and famous tend to go to relax from their fabulous lives. But it's also a wonderful place to live, if you love to surf. Alfred F. Jones was a nineteen year old boy who loved to surf just as much as he loved to learn about space.
His father was an astronaut, so whenever he was home he told Alfred many stories and taught him many things about space. Alfred wanted to be an astronaut as well for years, but when he realized that what he loved doing resided at the ocean, he forewent that dream.
But it wasn't like Alfred lost complete interest in space, he still loved to learn about the planets and the stars and other things like that, but he just loved surfing more, and many other sport related things. He loved to surf, skateboard, bike, skate, and others of that sort.
He loved doing those other sports when the waves didn't look big enough to bring out some cool tricks, so he would go on his board and go to the skate park to meet up with some
USUK for Ten Songs, Ten Stories MemeUSUK for Ten Songs, Ten Stories Meme in Settings More Like This
1. Put your music player (iPod, MP3, Windows Media Player, etc.) on "shuffle"
2. While the first song plays, write what comes to mind. When the song ends, STOP (You can finish the sentence you're on)
3. Repeat with the next song, until you've written ten stories or story fragments for ten songs
LET'S START!!! X)
1. Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down
"Alfred, quit trying to cheat!!"
"How am I the one cheating? You keep hitting me with those stupid notes that make me mess up!"
Alfred and Arthur were sitting in front of a library playing tap tap 3 on Alfred's iphone. Alfred ended up winning, while Arthur pouted saying, "Told you you cheated..."
Alfred just smiled at his boyfriend and leaned over and pecked hm on the cheek which earned a blush from the Brit. "Git..." Arthur mumbled.
They were both in high school and had just finished a project that they were working on together. And figured that now they co
A winter night in New YorkA winter night in New York in Settings More Like This
It was a cold cold night in New York as Alfred F. Jones was standing near the window watching the weather from a not so much warmer house. Alfred was looking so intently out the window that he failed to notice the footsteps coming over to him. "Alfred?" He heard behind him. He turned and noticed his British lover Arthur Kirkland standing a couple feet away from him with a tired and slightly worried expression.
"Oh hey Artie, I didn't know you were still up." He said to Arthur, who had what looked like papers and a book in his arms, "Well yes" Arthur replied, "I haven't really been asleep just yet. I was finishing up a project that my boss assigned me to finish for tomorrow." Arthur finished explaining and ended with a yawn.
Alfred chuckled a little and walked over to the Brit, "Well, are you finished now?" Arthur looked up at the American now standing in front of him and said, "Yes I am actually, why?" Alfred smiled and took what was in the Brits arms and put them
A USUK HolidayA USUK Holiday in Settings More Like This
It was a really cold day in December, the 24th to be exact, as Alfred F. Jones looked out at the snow that was forming on the ground. He kept thinking of one person that he really wanted to see this Holiday but what with the snow and how deep it was getting, he was afraid that the man wasn't going to be able to see him. He sighed and turned away from the window so that he can look at the fire that he had started a while ago, he put his hot chocolate down to add more wood for the fire.
After adding another piece of wood he turned to look at his tree that he and his lover put up together. He looked at a particular ornament that had a picture of him and his lover Arthur Kirkland in it. In the picture Alfred was holding Arthur in a big bear-hug with a huge grin on his face, and Arthur laughing slightly more than likely about the attitude of the American at the time.
Alfred smiled at the memory of taking the picture with the Brit. He walked back to his drink and picked it up just to stand a
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 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.
HetaOni - GerIta"Italy..."HetaOni - GerIta in Drama More Like This
That name escaped everybody's lips. I never thought they'd miss me that much. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. They were all around my body. Spain was tearing up and Romano had already broken down, while everybody else was in shock and disbelief. Yet, I wasn't. I knew I was going to die, that thing was after me anyway. I'm just glad I was able to save everybody, especially Germany... I just didn't know where I was supposed to go. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw that thing. Was he going to guide me to my friends?
"Is this the right way?"
He nodded, remaining completly silent. I unconciously started walking towards him.
I stopped and turned around to gaze into the pitch blackness.
"Hello? Is someone here with me?"
"That's not the right way Italy! He's trying to trick you."
His voice sounded so familiar, I know him from somewhere.
"Follow my voice, Italy. Don't go with him."
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course you can."
I wandered around
Reversed! KevEdd - Captivated - Chapter 7Author's note: Yes, yes I has been a little over a year since I last updated and I am deeply sorry for that. Real life has been getting in the way since then and I've been having to take care of more pressing issues than this story that I started on a whim. That being said, I never intended to finish this piece of work nor did I imagine so many of you would like it. Thank you all so much for supporting me and being patient with me. Hopefully, I'll be able to update every month or so now with life somewhat sorting itself out. I apologize if this chapter isn't the best but I really have been lacking ideas and motivation. If you're curious as to what has been happening to me personally, I don't mind telling you just PM me. I hope you all enjoy.Reversed! KevEdd - Captivated - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kevin looked at the older male in concern, gently placing his hand on his shoulder.
Edd flinched away from him slightly, just barely looking at him.
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