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.
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
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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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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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch8Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch8 in Romance More Like This
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
Blessed With A Curse- Ch15Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch15 in Romance More Like This
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
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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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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?"
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.
APH - Spamano - Left BehindSpain hated it.APH - Spamano - Left Behind in Short Stories More Like This
He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
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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,
APH-Spamano-Da Capo Al FineDa Capo Al Fine - from the beginning, start overAPH-Spamano-Da Capo Al Fine in Short Stories More Like This
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
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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
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.
APH - SpaMano - What is Love?Love is something that he can't explain...It's like a bug trying to break free of a spider's web, constantly writhing and squirming against its prison as the predator watches on with a toothy grin curving along its hideous face.APH - SpaMano - What is Love? in Romance More Like This
Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
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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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Antonio pauses, the pen hovering uncertainly over the thick parchment. Ink drips - black, so black, like night in liquid form - onto the surface, staining it dark.
With an annoyed sigh, he crushes the paper and throws it away, out the window and into the sea below. Weird...he swears he hears a hissing noise, like air being released from between clenched teeth...
"Captain!" He hears from above deck, and he leaves the golden-lit room with its musty smell of slightly damp wood - ugh, how disgusting - for the daylight and salty scents above.
"What is it?" Antonio asks, and the crew turn away from the nets that are apparently so engrossing, all grinning wide, white grins.
"We caught one." One of the crew say, and a frown creases the Spaniard's face.
"Caught one of what?"
"A Siren!" The crewmate cries, and Antonio's eyebrows try to e
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
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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
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Arthur lay on his back in the middle of the garden. There was a scattering of cushions around him on the grass, his hip resting awkwardly half on half off one. The early afternoon sun coated one side of him; warm and comfortable, the promise of a hot summer. His other side felt colder, and neglected, a definite feel of empty space. He ignored it, and adjusted his shoulder blades on the ground, closing his eyes. The sun poked from behind his eyelids, turning the blackness into a dark dusky red. He felt the air shift next to him; felt weight on the cushions and dense ground. A warm hand felt his face; traced his cheeks, nose and eyebrows. A breath skittered across his neck. Lips touched his as the gentle scent of vanilla toyed with his senses. The lips moved away.
"Hello Frog." He didn't need to open his eyes to know that kiss.
Arthur sat up, and looked at the man next to him. It was Francis, of course it was. He knelt on a pale cushion, pale hands c
GerIta - Every EveningEvery evening, at precisely 9pm, Ludwig would take a shower. He would use unscented shower gel, and dry off with a standard quality white towel. Then, towel around his waist, he would shave with steady precise strokes, and watch the foam and water as it whisked away down the drain. He would glance briefly at himself in the mirror, to check his face for any irregularities or signs of fatigue, then switch of the stark tube light of his bathroom. He would pull on a tank top and some shorts, before un-tucking the cold sheets and climbing into a cold bed. It would be 10pm.GerIta - Every Evening in Romance More Like This
He would fall asleep, dreamless, in a blue-moon bedroom. He would rest.
Then it would start.
Strange, shifting people and places behind his eyelids, calling him by names he didn't know. Grey, faded faces and rushing whispers. Pain and disorder. Forgotten promises. A small hand reaching for his.
Then he wakes, his had outstretched, skin clammy, his cold empty bed suddenly hot in all the wrong ways.
Then he would do what he
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
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
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.
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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
Migraines-Spamano"Sheesh, isn't that idiot awake yet?"Migraines-Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino Vargas, personification of South Italy, sat back in his chair in his boyfriend's kitchen. It wasn't usual that Lovino woke up before that annoying Spanish bastard, so the Italian was a little curious as to why Antonio wasn't up yet.
The couple's morning usually operated as such. Antonio would wake up at an extremely early time in the morning and start working on some really elaborate breakfast that completely wasn't needed. After a few hours of working, he would then go back into their bedroom to wake Lovino with a smile, the Italian growling about how he didn't want to get up, even though he did so anyway. Once they've sat down an eaten, they would get on to what ever they had to do that day...which usually involved Antonio bothering Lovino at terrible times in the day.
It was different today since Antonio wasn't up and smiling like usual. This morning was just to...foreign.
"I better go see whats up...stupid moron." Lovino sighed irritably
What Makes You Beautiful: Spamano Songfic RequestWell, here is your songfic EmiChan-77!!! I'm sorry that it took longer than I expected!!!! I seriously hate normal life sometimes.What Makes You Beautiful: Spamano Songfic Request in Romance More Like This
Song belongs to "One Direction." Enjoy!!!
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
Caught In A Shitstorm part 4 - SpainXfem!Romano"Sorella!"Caught In A Shitstorm part 4 - SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
"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.
Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!RomanoFuck my life.Caught In A Shitstorm part 5 - SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
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 (
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
Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic requestWell, here you go sweetepie365! ! I hope you like it.Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic request in Romance More Like This
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.
Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 3Meg was in the last stall in the girl's bathroom in the crappiest part of the school. As nasty as the graffiti covered walls were, the Canadian found that she wouldn't want to be anywhere else at that moment. Nobody ever really came in here; those that did were the drug-crazed, chicks who always smelt of dope, and carried a sack of cocaine in their pockets. Meg usually found herself quite frightened of this group, but given the situation she was in, she was willing to make friends if need be.Confessions of a Teenage Canadian: PruCan part 3 in Romance More Like This
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
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
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
Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"Snow Day: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
He had to trip over himself some to keep up.
"You'll see, it'll be fun..."
Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.
"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"
Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.
Then, bending slightly so he could look Romano in the eyes, Spain casually put his mittened hands in his long-coat pockets, a smile of warmth and reassuring upon his face, though it hardly worked on Romano, whom proceeded in leaning away some.
"It'll be fun, I promise, so... please?"
His eyes were glowing in an odd way, and Romano could simply feel the excitement S
Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Death. Its among us sometimes, but we can't let it refrain us from living.
This is really important.
Recently, we had a friend pass away, we went to a funeral, we mourned. You didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, looking around at all the tears on people's faces, but, someday you will.
It got me to thinking about, what would happened if I were to die? Where would it leave you? How would you cope, how would you feel about it?
Well there are some things I want you to know, if I ever do die. First off, please, don't mourn too much Lovi~ Mourn as much as you possibly need to, to move on, and then do. Don't get sucked into the past because you can't find me around anymore. Don't let others get lost either, find a way to bring yourself up, and then carry them as well. I know that sounds hard, and I know, its foolish for
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A Reminder: I will not fill this diary with complete issues, I will not fill it with history, I will fill it with you, and the adorable memories we shared. So that some day, you can remember them as clearly as I do~
He might have taught him to walk, but I taught him what fun was, and I think that's more important... still... I envy the Great Rome, who doesn't? Even if he did fall.
"Lovi, why are you crying!?"
This poor boy did the random-est things, as if he were some broken machine that tried its best to be as good as the other working machines, but somewhere along the way, it glitches or it breaks down to the point of tears.
"Do you miss your Grandfather?"
"N... no you bastard..."
I have to admit, he had a lot of spirit for someone who seemed to have so many flaws and lost memories.
"Romano, what's wrong? Why are you sitting in the corner like that?"
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Being sick isn't fun. Its disgusting really, but its something we all have to go through. If you're lucky, it'll show that someone cares, even when you believed they really didn't.
I felt awful.
My throat was burning, my head throbbing, my stomach a wreck, but I couldn't afford to feel that way on such an important day, so I went about the house as if I was fine. Entering the kitchen, I went about preparing different ingredients for a dish I had to make, it was for a very important business meeting and because you, Lovi, was so small, I didn't want to ask you to do it, even if that's what my boss had desired.
You entered into the kitchen, startled to see me standing there, a sudden burst of burning and drowsiness was flushed through me, and as I turned to see who had entered, I fell. I couldn't move, I ached, and I felt as though I was about to vomit. You completely fr
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Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
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
Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth Friday already? Romano grumbled as he heard his phone alarm sound, he wasn't a morning person, that was certain. Reaching over, the muscles in his arm tensed and pleaded for him to stop moving, never the less, he had to turn it off, in fear it would awaken the albino in the room, or worse, his pet bird. He heaved a long-overdue sigh and pushed himself up, much to the dismay of his body, which pleaded him to lay back down, instead of daring the bitter cold of the crisp morning. His nights in the house had gotten better, it seemed that once the bird was used to him, it didn't coo as much, it also didn't hurt that he went to bed earlier than Gilbirt now either.Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He got to his feet, hearing the floor beneath him creak a bit, it was wood after all, what could one expect? The loud sound of the wood adjusting itself made the Prussian man stir, but thankfully, he stayed asleep, a great relief to our main protagonist. All through
The Music Our World Holds is Love _Spamano_ I was a prodigy at what I did.The Music Our World Holds is Love _Spamano_ in Romance More Like This
A real promise to the world that there was something greater.
Yet all I wanted from the musical world... was....
If you were to walk down a particular path in Spain, you might want to watch your step, for there are many places people call home, for one person in particular, the home, happens to be that path. Right on your typical, run-of-the-mill street corner, rests a poor man by the name of; Antonio Fernandez Carreido. Though nobody call tell you why he's so poor, many can easily tell you that he is the town drunk, he is the town fool, or he is the town joke, not that any of these three, are any different from one another. He leans against the stop sign there to sleep every night, no cushions or sleeping bags, no warm clothes, just the skin on his back and the rags he wears that smell like left-over food that stayed in the fridge for way too long. He himself is dirty as well, as though a
I'll be there."Antonio..." The Italian looked at the man next to him.I'll be there. in Short Stories More Like This
"You're an Angel, right?"
"E-eh?" The Spaniard squirmed in his seat. "Wha-what are you talking about?"
"Don't play games with me bastard, I'm not always asleep when you leave." Lovino rolled his eyes leaned back against the pillow.
A sigh escaped the brunette's lips. "Si, I'm an Angel, why?"
"Being an Angel, you died at some point.. " The Italian stated, looking away and biting his lower lip.
"I'm not sure where you're going with this?" Antonio tilted his head
.The boy hesitated for a brief moment before speaking up. "What is it like to die? Does it hurt?"
Antonio leaned forward and took the Italian's hand. "For you Lovi, I don't think it will, but.. If it does, I'll be there holding your hand and helping you through it."
The smile that portrayed the Angel's face made Lovino blush. "Bastard, we both know you'll be the even if it doesn't..."
Once Again.16 years ago, when I was 9, someone dear to me died, his name was Romano and I know I was probably too young to really understand what love was at that point, but now I do; now I understand that I loved him. I hate that it took me so long to realize, I never got to tell him.Once Again. in Short Stories More Like This
Already from age of 5 Romano had been fighting off Cancer, I learned this when I met him for the first time.
I was about 7 when I met him; I was at the hospital to visit my cousin who had just gone through surgery to get her tonsils removed and I ended up getting lost when I had to go to the bathroom. I did find it at some point, after a great deal of looking that is. On my way back though, I ended up getting lost again, so I started to look for someone I could ask for directions, and that's when I saw him.
He was sitting on a chair, hugging his legs and staring out the window. I knew I wasn't allowed to just walk in there, but at that moment I didn't care. I remember the look in his eyes; they looked so <i>
Remember Me. Pt. 1QUICK ARTHOR'S NOTE; So, judging from how I made the preview, you guys probably thought it was going to be in the 'I' version? Lol, nope~ that was just the start of it, or yeah, the teaser. So yeah I kind of decided to make this in a 3rd person kind of view, so that's how it's going. Anyways, enjoy first part~Remember Me. Pt. 1 in Romance More Like This
"Lovi, look out!"
The light was red, the car should have stopped... I was too late, there was nothing I could do... "Please, please wake up Lovi..." I whisper, hoping he can hear my plea, and as if on cue, his eyes flicks open and he turns to look at me.
"Who... The hell... Are you?"
We had been on our way home from school when Lovi and I had begun to cross the road. Despite the red lights, a car had driven high speed towards my Lovi, and before I or the car could manage to save him, he was lunged on to the hard ground. After I had called an ambulance and we had gotten to the hospital, I was informed, several hours later, that he had gott
PruAus - Sweet Valentine ConfessionsValentine's day, a day the Austrian student Roderich Edelstein did indeed enjoy, if not a certain albino Prussian by the name of Gilbert Beilschmidt always decided to ruin the day for him every year.PruAus - Sweet Valentine Confessions in Romance More Like This
But this year, this year was different, for he had not seen the shadow of said troublemaker. Maybe god had chosen that today, he would finally get to be free of him, which made him feel calm, yet... He could not help but feel slightly lonely. Even if the Prussian was annoying and liked to play tricks on him, he actually did not mind.
He loved Gilbert...
Of course no one would ever know that. He never seemed to show it, because he was sure that he did not feel the same affection towards him as he did.
The Pianist turned around to see the Hungarian student, Elizaveta Herdevary, running towards him with a small gift in her hand.
He gave her a nod and a small, almost unnoticeable, smile. "Hello Elizaveta." He said politely.
The Hungarian smiled brightly as she reached him and,
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The light was red, the car should have stopped... I was too late, there was nothing I could do... "Please, please wake up Lovi..." I whisper, hoping he can hear my plea, and as if on cue, his eyes flicks open and he turns to look at me.
"Who... The hell... Are you?"
We had been on our way home from school when Lovi and I had begun to cross the road. Despite the red lights, a car had drove high speed towards my Lovi, and before I or the car could manage to save him, he was lunged on to the hard ground. After I had called an ambulance and we had gotten to the hospital, I was informed, several hours later, that he had gotten away with a couple of pressed ribs and a big concussion, which maybe had caused amnesia.
But, I would have never thought this would actually happen.
Lovi, mi querida, has forgotten who I am.
It's time to grow up.I have always only thought of myself..It's time to grow up. in General Fiction More Like This
I have always only wanted the better for myself..
I have always wanted to be just like him..
But, sure it looked like he was happy and that everything was perfect on the outside..
I knew better though, and deep down inside, there was a part of me that pitied him..
Despite his cheerful act, he was suffering..
He was suffering and I was only thinking of myself..
Truth is I have always known how deep he is hurt, and I have done nothing but forgetting his problems and envying what was on the outside..
But, I will not make that mistake again, because now, now it is time to grow up and realize that all these years, Feliciano most likely has had it worse than me..
It is time to be the brother I should have always been.
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: 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
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
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
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
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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
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Actually, there are many photos of us five. Six, if you want to count that half-sized little twit.
Even in photos, it's noticeable.
Maybe that's what instigated my decision. The pictures. I don't know. To borrow an overused phrase, I don't know anything anymore.
I think it was just too much. This feeling just built up and accumulated over time.
Take, for example, last week.
"Berwald. Tino. Hi," I had greeted, stepping into their house.
"Peter!! Don't- no, STOP!" yelped Tino, rushing past me to tend to his 'son.'
"Busy, huh, Berwald?" I remarked, but that had gone unheard as well.
"L'sten t' y'r m'm, P'ter," he had grumbled amusingly, quietly doting over his nitwit of a son from a distance.
Ok, I get that when your kid's trying to set the curtains on fire, it might be one of the few acceptable times to ignore your houseguest. But afterwards as well?
I felt about as welcome in their home as a cockroa
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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.
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Chapter Two: Visitors
Antonio gets out of the shower and notices Lovino gone from the house. He leaves the place and sees lights on at the café. Running inside he sees Lovino setting up, his treats lined up in a case underneath the cash register. "Lovi! You could have told me you were coming in!"
"Don't be so worried, I didn't rob you." Lovino says, walking over to Antonio. "I'm going to open."
"H-huh? But I don't open until noon!" Antonio gasps and Lovino ignores him.
"Opening at noon, closing at eight and having no customers after six. You are awful at this!" Lovino groans and Antonio pouts.
"I just like my sleep in the morning "
"Well from now on I will get up in the morning."
Antonio looks at the boy confused as he begins to clean up. "Why are you so helpful? Last night you were so mean. I thought you hated me."
"Don't get me wrong. I do hate you." Lovino points out.
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All I want for Christmas is you
Romano returns to the home shared with Italy all by himself. His stupid younger brother decided ditching him for a certain macho bastard was a better idea, not that he cares. No, he doesn't, at least where Italy is concerned. If he was to be completely honest though, he'd have to admit there is one person who's absence from his house is making him maybe a little lonely, slightly.
That person is Spain; the clueless idiot he has been dating for centuries. Yes, centuries. As soon as Romano's body was of age. However, the length in which they have been dating is not the point; Spain's stupidity is. In all the centuries they have been together he and Spain rarely ever spend the holidays alone with one another.
He honestly doesn't mind the yearly parties with the other countries, no matter how fucking crazy they get. All he wants is to spe
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Chapter Two: New Room mate?
After studying for four hours and getting Demitri to understand and do his homework, Nikola brings them to his apartment. It's in an old looking building; not in the rundown sense, but in the vintage sense.
"This place is awesome!" Demitri says as he follows Nikola to the staircase. "I love these kind of places. Old buildings are the best! They are so beautiful and classy in a way, you know? You're so lucky getting to live in here."
Nikola sighs. "I guess if only the payments weren't so expensive and there were an elevator " He grumbles and Demitri gasps.
"No way! An elevator would ruin the atmosphere!" Demitri says and Nikola looks at him annoyed.
"An elevator would help me on days when I have to bring a shitload of books home."
"I guess but I still like it."
Nikola sighs. "You would." He mumbles, reaching his apartment and opening the door.