Apartment of Four: Chapter 2: The Girls Next Door The two of them exited into the hallway, and then back into the living room, where they found the Prussian flat on his face and a woman with flowing honey-colored hair with her foot on his cheek, she was also holding a pan, which Romano found a bit odd, but dismissed, since everything here was odd.
"What the hell, was that damn banging on the wall..."
"Get uff m'face"
"Dear Elizabeth, I apologize, we just got a new tenant and he didn't know the door stuck..."
Elizabeth, she seemed fierce, and Lovino couldn't really make out her accent too well, though he hardly found this the time to ask. Basically jumping off of Gilbirt's face, which really seemed painful, 'Elizabeth' walked up to Spain, moving him to the side so she could get a better look at the 'new tenant'.
"Jeeze Liza.. he's an Italian man, and get this, he's twenty three!"
She looked Lovino Vargas up and down, causin
Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts His first night in the apartment was a rough one, it seemed 'Gilbird' liked to coo on the hour, his loud, consistent, hoarse coos. When he wasn't cooing, his master was talking in his sleep, or snoring. Romano stayed up more than half the night listening to the Prussian's words. Things about someone named Susan or Carlos, things about war plans that somewhat crept Romano out, and random foods littered the male's speech. When he'd finally settled into a constant and lasting sleep, he found morning came quicker than per usual, squinting into the light of day as his eyes focused on the back of the familiar albino.Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You don't have to be awake, jeeze kid! Go back to sleep!"
It was obvious that Gilbirt was getting ready for school, the rustling of his items being the cause of Romano's awakening. Grumbling, Lovino covered his head and turned over, when he did, the rustling of items seemed to get louder, Romano had a
Apartment of Four: Chapter 6: Prussia's Dissolve"Are we done now?"Apartment of Four: Chapter 6: Prussia's Dissolve in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You know, a lot of your land is being taken by Poland, I'm sure he'd have a place for you to live for a while.."
"Screw that, no way am I staying with anyone prissier than west..."
"Then what about staying with him?"
He could've done that, he could've lived with West and not complained, but, his pride wouldn't let him do that, for he knew he'd eventually dissolve into a series of anguish, they said that loosing one's country always hurt, especially if you were to stay in said country as it was devided to those who would be its new possessors. For now, he was able to roam the streets, flashing smiles to unsuspecting strangers whom merely gave him scowls in return.
It was the first sign that the world was a cruel place, perhaps there was no where, where the world wasn't cruel, whether you be a country or a regular person living a daily life... for if you are a country, all is dec
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
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
Hetalia: Apartment of Four : The Only Chance Living with three complete strangers, wasn't on my agenda this summer, I was supposed to keep calm and enjoy myself, being that I was apparently, immortal no longer, but instead, I ended up in a rough patch and living with three guys I'd have rather not gotten tangled up with. Actually... maybe that isn't true, because in the time I was with them, I did things I'd never drempt of, found out how people can be a family without being related by blood at all, and... I fell in love.Hetalia: Apartment of Four : The Only Chance in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a dull day for Lovino Vargas, a male of twenty three years. He had a surplus of money, just no where to spend it, entering into a coffee shop, he sat in a seat nearest to the window, reading an add in the local paper, hoping to find somewhere to go, for he was recently kicked out of his original home, at least for the summer, to see if he could cope being on his own, which, he wasn't so sure he could. Sipping the overly hot cup of coffee, he leafed
Apartment of Four: Chapter 8 : The Sickness Begins"Oh! So you're up and walking around again Lovi? How are you feeling?"Apartment of Four: Chapter 8 : The Sickness Begins in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Better.. to say the least.. but.. I have a slight head-ache.."
It was the start of what he knew would be a gruesome series of events, the Spaniard hoped that since the Italian man was a ways away from Italy, the symptoms of sickness for loss of who one was, wouldn't reach Lovino Vargas, sadly, this didn't seem to be the case, but.. perhaps it wouldn't worsen? Hopefully.. it wouldn't worsen.
"Hey... you've been cooped up in this house for some time.. would you like to maybe go to a Farmer's Market with me? Its where I get the best produce..."
"It.. still hurts to move around.."
The mans dejected face, the man's turn away, how could he let Antonio down? Thus;
"... but... it would be nice to get out, stretch a little.."
"Oh really!? That's good
Apartment of Four: Chapter 11: Decision Making "H-hey Hungary..."Apartment of Four: Chapter 11: Decision Making in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. hey there Prussia.. how's he holding up?"
"Roma hasn't woke up ye-"
"I wasn't talking about the boy.. I was talking about the man that won't sleep..."
The air of that night was crisp, thankfully, it wasn't raining anymore, but there was muck and other messes here and there, water still lingering so it was known that it was in fact raining not too earlier.
"... he loves the Italian doesn't he?"
"Oh.. come on now.. love is a.. strong word.."
"Yeah.. and so!?"
Elizabeth wiped her head around swiftly, causing her hair to swirl to one side.
"You know you say that just because you are afraid of commitment.. "
"You were married to someone already, and you got a divorce!"
"So!? We were young, it was needed for our countries and you know it! Its not our fault you're afrai-"
"Really!? Then kiss me
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 Good Idea : Spamano _6_"Oi Spain.. I was thinking we should proba-"The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_ in Short Stories More Like This
Romano stopped, there was the Spaniard, standing there alone, proud, happy, wind blowing through rugged brown hair and casual dress. He looked so content, so pleased, so.. amazing, standing there in a solemnly pleased way. It made, for once, Romano smile so warmly, warmer than the scene that stood before him, he was happy too, he was actually happy.
He was horrified, he was absolutely terrified of walking through those huge heavy doors, afraid of what everyone would think, what everyone would say... but.. it wasn't too awful, for he wasn't alone, there was someone at his side now that would protect him with all his might, and that made the thought of his return all that more bearable. Thus, the two stood outside the big doors.
"Are you ready Mi Lovi?"
"Stop calling me that... and... yeah.."
The doors swung open with creaks and complaints on their old age, and closed with loud bursts
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ A love ever lasting, is a painstaking thing to find.. it can take numerous tries before you find the actual one, and now a days, people either give up, rush into it, or are too cautious... take your time to find the other half of your puzzled life, and.. never believe that there is no one for you, chances are, they may be feeling the same way.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
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Chapter Twelve: The Captain's past
Antonio introduced Marcello to the two crews, who warmly welcomed him; especially Arthur since now he technically has his own mermaid thanks to Peter. They have returned to the ship, a machine that fascinates Marcello. He constantly pesters anyone he can about how it works, quickly writing their answers down. Lovino doesn't have the heart to tell him wood will not float underwater.
Every night Marcello sleeps with Peter; it's the only way Lovino can keep his room without complaint from the boy. Francis has been meeting with Marcello a lot as well, which makes Lovino highly uneasy. When the two get together they both have a strange look in their eyes that Lovino can't pinpoint. A sort of scheming look.
With every day they are coming closer to Feliciano, and with every day Lovino is growing closer to both crews. He loves spending time with Mat
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Chapter Five: His Royal Babysitter
Lovino stares at Francis annoyed as they walk to an apparently 'far more beautiful' place than the tavern the two men brought him to earlier. It has been half an hour and the whole way there he's heard Francis and Antonio mention a babysitter for him probably five times. He's not sure what it is, but the ideas of being sat on, or watching someone sit on a baby, are both revolting.
"So you believe Joan will be a good babysitter for the prince, hm?" Antonio asks and Francis nods.
"Oui~! She is perfect with children, very patient and a great teacher. My Joan is also very strong and good with weapons, perhaps she can teach him of those as well!" Francis says and Antonio laughs.
"That's funny! I'm not going to have Lovino taught by anyone but me how to fight. He must learn the best."
Lovino groans, he's been talked about as if he wasn't there the entire
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.9The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Nine: His Royal Departure?
Lovino wonders the ship, as usual, until he notices someone strange. It's a child, a small blonde haired boy that looks similar to Arthur. The boy is slightly younger than his youngest brother, making him a little nostalgic. The thought of his little brother also makes him feel guilty. He should be with the boy in the sea, watching over him and helping him as he had been before being caught. Instead he is up here cavorting with humans and dealing with their strange ways all to see his traitor brother.
He loves both of his brothers, and has been worried sick about Feliciano, yet not once since this journey has his thoughts traveled to his youngest brother with worry. Marcello is still constantly on his mind, but not until seeing this small and frail looking boy on board has the thought that his baby brother could be hurt crossed his mind. What i
The Pirate's Treasure Ch.17The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Seventeen: His Royal Goal
Lovino sighs, stretching out in his bed next to Antonio. They go back out to sea today, so he decides to let Antonio rest for longer. He stares at the man, bringing a hand to comb through his soft hair. For the past few days everyone has hinted at possible feelings between the two of them, and honestly it has crossed Lovino's mind. There must be a reason Antonio insists he shares a bed with him no matter their location. Sure, at first it could have been to ensure that Lovino didn't run off or get hurt, but now he knows Lovino is powerful and quite loyal.
How does one tell if they are in love anyways? Really, the whole thing is so strange! Sure, he cares about Antonio, but he cares about Matthew too. How exactly do you learn the difference? Sighing heavily, Lovino gets up and leaves the room to find the one person who knows what to do; Francis.
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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
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.14The Pirate's TreasureThe Pirate's Treasure Ch.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Fourteen: His royal folly
Antonio walks around annoyed, Marcello and Peter talking his ear off. It was bad enough that he ended up with Marcello today, but did Lovino really have to go off without him? He didn't even tell him, so when he was ready to leave all he had was an angry Marcello with no idea where his brother was. If Matthew is stealing his treasure, there will be war. Francis' cousin or not.
"Hmph, how could you lose my brother?" Marcello grumbles and Antonio looks to him annoyed.
"He is your brother, I would assume with how up his ass you are that you would be keeping an eye on him."
"You guys are aware he's old enough to go off on his own, right?" Peter asks, receiving a dark look from Antonio and Marcello. "N-never mind "
As Peter continues the search with Lovino's brother and captain, the mermaid in question heads into a large castle with a very awkward
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
A Helping Hand Ch.5A Helping HandA Helping Hand Ch.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Five: A compliment
Lovino looks at Antonio, making the man flash him a goofy grin. He's enjoying Lovino's company a lot today. After dinner Lovino even agreed to continue the day by going to the river with him! It's almost too good to be true, and he knows that it probably won't last long so he intends to enjoy every moment.
"Wipe that grin off your face, it's creepy." The Italian huffs and Antonio laughs a little.
"I can't help it! It's so nice to spend time together like this, don't you think?" He asks and Lovino blushes, looking away.
"I-it's not horrible I guess." Lovino grumbles. "So what is so great about this river?"
"You're next to it." Antonio blurts out before looking away awkwardly. "Um I didn't mean that how it came out." He says, laughing nervously.
"Uhuh " Lovino mumbles, watching a sailboat go by. "So...um do you have a boat hidden an
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
Spain's Prisoner 16The dock was silent except for the crash of harsh waves against the wooden ships and the pain filled cries of the young Canadian who had fallen to his knees.Spain's Prisoner 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew's heart throbbed agonizingly in his wounded chest, and his French captain towered over him with saddened eyes as he watched.
Vacant seconds turned to early minutes, and unbearably measured minutes turned into half an hour gone by.
Still no Alfred. Still no Arthur.
Prussia was done waiting for a miracle to happen and looked away from the spot both of the men had died. Then, he coughed roughly, cocking the pistol he held once again.
"Ludwig, tie up my old friend. I'll get Francis." He ordered, receiving a nod as he pointed his gun towards the Frenchman.
France didn't try to run. None of them did. Matthew just kept crying as Francis picked up his trembling form, holding him close as he was escorted along with the Italians still embracing one another in fear by Gilbert. Spain walked in front of them with Ludwig, and now Franci
Hetalia Academy 3Romano groaned, his sleep being interrupted by a load, rude knocking on his door. "Stupid grandpa it's too early " He muttered before hearing a Spanish accent on the other side of the wooden barrier. His hazel eyes snapped open violently, jerking upward and staring around the tomato painted room. Oh yeah he wasn't in Italy with Grandpa Rome anymoreHetalia Academy 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi! Lovino! Lovino, mi amour!" The Spanish accent continued, and Romano growled in hatred. He stood up, only in his red boxers, and didn't reply to Antonio. Rubbing the back of his head tiredly, he looked around before heading towards his closet to find some clothes for his first full day here at the academy.
He heard a quiet clicking noise, but ignored it. His shirts and pants were hung on hangers and his underwear was folded neatly into the draws that were on the left and right side of the closet. Somebody was supposed to be bringing him his dress pants and uniform jacket today, so so far this was all he had ready.
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "Hetalia Academy 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Hetalia Academy 2Feliciano walked quietly behind the taller man who was leading him towards him room. He felt the twinge of uncomfort and awkwardness burn in him. He wanted to talk but he also felt that this man wouldn't appreciate much so his words just ended up burning in his throat.Hetalia Academy 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, Ludwig had bright the small Italian to a large building, a few stories high, but they only went to the third floor to door number two-hundred. Thank goodness there was an elevator.
"Here," The blonde said roughly, offering Feli the silver key he pulled from his pocket. "This is your room from now on and that is the key. I get a key, as well because, as orders from the head master, I am to check up on you daily until he instructs otherwise." He explained vaguely, not giving reasons why or giving the boy time for questions in-between.
"Also, I will escort you to your classes for the first week to help you learn where they are. As well as lunch and back to your dorm, if needed."
"A-Ah, Th-thank you. I appreciate
Spain's Prisoner 13"Thank you, mi amigo." Spain breathed gently. He and his French companion moving slowly through the empty street towards the Spaniard's room. "You do know how to make someone feel better."Spain's Prisoner 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oui. Of course, Antonio. You are my friend." Francis replied soothingly, one arm wrapped tightly around the other man for support. "Let me get the door."
The blonde grabbed the handle, pushing open the wood to see only one teen in the room now.
"Oh? Did Matthieu already leave?" France looked around, bothered by this.
"Yeah." Lovino grumbled from under the covers. "He went to see you guys and then went to his room."
"Came to see us?" Spain butted in in confusion as his friend helped him into a nearby chair. "But he didn't come visit us."
"Then he must've listened to me and went to bed!" Romano growled loudly, wanting the two to be quiet.
The Frenchman signed softly, but let a smile graze his lips. "Ah well then I guess I should be doing the same, mon ami. Goodnight, Antonio, Lovino."
Spain's Prisoner 15It was cold.Spain's Prisoner 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The temperature was icy though Arthur could feel nothing but such and a sensation of agony running through him from his abdominal.
The pitiless ocean water swirled past his lips, filling his lungs with a solid force as he searched desperately for air. His emerald eyes burned as the salt plunged itself onto the green orbs, though his tears were evaporated against the shadowy water hindering his sight of anything as it filled with his blood.
Though he couldn't hear it, having collapsed rearward into the bitter ocean, cutting off his senses as the pain and shock disabled him as he swiftly floated further away from surface.
The Prussian gave a harsh push, making the Frenchman locking fists with him stumble backwards before he started running where he could see blood soil the water.
He stood at the edge of the wood, searching for any sign of movement from the Brit still below.
Alfred gasped, dropping the pistol from his trembling hands as he charged f
Spain's Prisoner 20Two days passed with none stop riding. The noise of the exhausted horses rang insanely in their tired ears. Every now and then they were forced to stop so the beasts wouldn't collapse, and they always took this time regaining energy themselves or washing up in a nearby stream, tending to the weary horses, something of that sort.Spain's Prisoner 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew hadn't moved from his spot against the wall, laying away from the others, he didn't speak or look at them. Normally this may sound normal for the shy boy but he was unresponsive to offering of food and water or to wash up. He would simply stay as he was, and each time this happened Arthur would fearfully check to make sure the bloody blonde was still alive. But he was. His skin was hardly there, it seemed, as lifeless as a broken doll he just bounced up and down as the cart moved. That was his only movement and even the Italians couldn't get him to change.
Maybe he was dead. Maybe his mind had given out, his guiltless soul too petrified and crushed with
Spain's Prisoner 14"What?" The Prussian scoffed, slightly annoyed. His crimson eyes glittered in the bright sunlight. "Is that Alfred? Oh, and Feliciano too! This is just too good!"Spain's Prisoner 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The albino laughed, holding his stomach as he did. His head threw back so the veins in his white neck popped uncomfortable looking and his grin widened into a painful form. "Too good!" He laughed again, wiping the mocking tears from his eyes. "Arthur! So it is true about Alfred and Feliciano! I'm so sorry, my dear friend." He wrapped a pale arm around the shorter man's shoulders, smirking up at the teens.
No one else said a word nor moved an inch until Arthur coughed roughly, still being held in an intimately close position to the Prussian.
"It is. These two fools stole a boat and randomly sailed off in the middle of the ocean!" He spit unpleasantly, Alfred clenching his teeth at the slime scorned towards them. Still, he was quiet, and stood protectively and armed in front of the younger Italian.
"Doesn't seem t
Spain's Prisoner 11Romano could feel his icy hands shivering as they pressed against his wet face. He hadn't moved or eaten since Spain had yelled at him, just staying silent or sobbing against the wall on the bed.Spain's Prisoner 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spaniard had offered to take his old friend to the bar, but the timid Canadian refused the offer to accompany them and stayed with the quivering Italian.
Though still the room stayed silent, Matthew staying in the chair next to the bed. It wasn't until after Gabriel delivered them both dinner and left that Canada spoke up.
"You should eat, Lovino." He told him calmly, getting an aggravated grunt from the other.
"Why? So that bastard can keep me as his slave longer while my brother is probably on his death bed?"
"So you plan to starve yourself to death?" Matthew realized, but kept his composed face. "I know Alfred would do everything in his power to make sure your brother doesn't get hurt."
Romano scoffed. "Yeah, he did a damn good job saving me and keeping his bastard Captain from stealing
Spains Prisoner 4Romano was silent, the blush on his cheeks even brighter than a few minutes ago. The crew members that had already or hadn't yet eaten and were on deck couldn't help but smirk and chuckle at the sight of the humiliated boy walking around in a pink dress. Romano knew they were all staring at him walking behind their captain so he kept his watery, hazel eyes on the wooden planks of the floorboard.Spains Prisoner 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He kept trudging deadly until he ran into the paused Spaniard's back. "Wh-What? Why did you stop, bastard?" Romano growled into the man's back, but was ignored as he heard him laugh in the door way of what he guessed was the mess hall because of the aroma illuming from it.
He could hear the shouts of many crew members, yelling there good mornings and greeting to Antonio. Who, didn't hesitate to answer each of them with that silly grin, a wave and a "Good morning" back.
"Hurry up, dammit!" Romano mumbled angrily to the man who suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand in his own. "W-What are y
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
Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!RomanoGilbert Beilschmidt was never one to really care about others' relationships. Hell, he never even bothered to bat an eyelash. He would make his sexual comments, tease for a bit, and then just back off. Especially when it came to his two best friends: Francis and Antonio. The trio has had a number of flings throughout their many years of existence before, but each only ever had one, MAYBE two serious relationships.Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Except for Gilbert, of course. His heart belonged to Elizaveta, and ONLY Elizaveta. He wasn't COMPLETELY stupid; he knew that hell would freeze over before she would ever yearn for him. But the albino never gave up. He wanted her to realize that he'd been there all along. That even though they were rivals, he could never bring himself to hurt her, that he bandaged her wounds without a word, that he was the first one to realize that she was a girl, that he willingly backed away when she said that her heart belonged to Roderich.
But whatever. The day would come. SOME day.
Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano ..MIND. FUCK.Caught In A Shitstorm part 7- SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Actually, that wasn't even a mind fuck. That was a fucking MIND ANNIHALATION.
What the hell just happened?
Did he really and did I seriously and Antonio he .
I don't even know.
Alright. Calm down, Lovina. Just take a deep breath and ignore the fact that your shared a kiss with the albino potato bastard on your bed, and that it was actually pretty nice, and that the tomato bastard, himself, witnessed the whole thing SHIT!
And now, here I am, sitting on my bed, my hair a mess, my jaw hanging open like a fucking idiot, and there, at my doorway, is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
And let me tell you something, dearies.
He didn't look very happy. Nope. Not one bit.
His green eyes were expressionless, his jaw was rigid, and he was gripping the doorframe in a way that suggested that he was ready for cold-blooded murder.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Now would be a good time for some help, peoples.
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 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 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.
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Emily F. Jones
I rubbed my eyes and sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror.
It was unnatural to see myself like this. My curly golden-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few locks framing my face; and, I was dressed in a white collared shirt, a tie, and a pair of lose dark trousers. I winced.
I looked like a very small, feminine man.
Alfred told me that it was best if I dressed as unfeminine as possible; they would take me more seriously. I internally scoffed at the idea, but I could see his point. It's going to take a while for everyone to accept that I am going to be the sole personification of America for a while, and that I'll be carrying out the rest of this war possibly the reconstruction process.
I needed to make an impression, and I don't think anyone would take me seriously if I showed up in the usual skirt or dress. Maybe if it was Elizaveta or Natalia, it would be alright. But not me.
I, Emily F. Jones, was just
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
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: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
DenNor: Forgotten Part 3I wake up.DenNor: Forgotten Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
That's it. One moment there is nothing, and then the next I'm awake. That's it.
There's a dull throbbing in my head. No, not dull. The longer I remain in existence the more prominent it becomes. I feel my eyes clenching shut against the ache.
My eyes. I don't want to, but I open them.
In an instant my senses are flooded with images. The pounding in my skull quickens, and I shut my eyes immediately against the pain. Ah. The darkness is nice and minimal, and for a few minutes I rest.
But then I'm curious. I take a cautious sniff to the air. Alcohol, I decide. The medical kind.
How do I know that?
Ever so slowly this time I pry my eyes open once more. They take a moment to focus (I have the feeling they haven't been open for a while) but when they do I find that I have a pretty clear view of the room I'm in. It's very...white. I appear to be lying down in a...a bed. Its called a bed. There are patches of black and grey, like on the TV in the corner (that stands for t
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14Finally, around 6:00, the party had just started. Feliciano was extremely happy and smiling the biggest grin ever while his brother just stood over by the fireplace, sipping some hot choclate with Florinda, Alfred, Arthur, and Ludwig. Antonio was playing poker with Vash and Roderich and winning. Lovino looked over at his Spanish lover and smiled. Moments later, he turned back around to continue talking to the others. Ludwig noticed his brother hanging around the eggnog bowl, looking around and digging in his coat. The blonde German turned to the others.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll be right back."
He made his way over to Gilbert and grabbed his arm.
"Bruder, what are you doing?"
"West! H-Hey you scared me. What's up?"
"The booze, give it."
"Come on, West. Everybody loves Uncle Gil's 'special' eggnog."
He grabbed the bottle out of brother's hand and poured it down the sink.
"I hate you West!"
"You love me."
Ludwig walked over to Feliciano instead of going back to the others. Th
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13Once the couple reached Italy, they walked inside holding hands. Lovino was wearing a huge smile on his face. When the rest of the mafia noticed them, they all stood up looking at them with curious faces. Feliciano jumped over to his brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are now officially out of debt!"
The younger Italian smiled and hugged his older twin. Lovino eventually let go of his younger brother and turned to Antonio.
"It's all thanks to you, Spain. We don't have to seperated now.''
Lovino hugged the Spanish man tightly with a few tears falling.
Antonio just smiles while the rest of the mafia clapped and cheered on the Spanish man's behalf. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets.
They all turned around to face the American.
"It's Christmas Eve. This could count as Spain's present to us, right?"
England stepped up and held Alfred's hand.
"Of course, you git."
The Italian twins spoke in unison.
One by one, everybody came up to Antonio. Thanking him and huggi
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12Within minutes, everybody was down in the meeting room, talking to each other to try to figure out what the big emergency is. Lovino and Feliciano took their seat, looking at their curious Mafia. Antonio and Ludwig were curious as well. Alfred sat up, eyeing Lovino.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the deal, Boss?"
The older Italian looked at his brother, then back at everybody else and sighed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in serious trouble. We are currently $30,000 in debt, without paying it back we end up in jail. All of us. I know you're thinking 'No problem, you just have to pay it back', thing is, we can't. We don't have the money to pay it back."
Antonio's eyes widened and noticed pure sadness and a few tears falling from Lovino.
"As for me and Veneziano...we'll be killed for being in charge... It has been fun, all of you made this Mafia happen not me and Veneziano... You all are amazing, and we'll never see each other again... I'm sorry..."
Alfred stood and slammed his hands on the table.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 Later on that night, the storm was already progessing. Lovino sat on the windowsill of his bedroom window, just gazing at the sight. Antonio, sitting on the bed, gazing at Lovino. The young Italian let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to his Spanish lover. Antonio smiled and kissed Lovino's cheek. The Italian smiled a little and glared the older man.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The storm's getting worse. I just hope we don't lose po-"
The Italian was cut off by a loud crash of thunder and all the lights in the building cutting off.
Lovino crossed his arms and sat there in almost pitch darkness. All of a sudden his bedroom door flew open.
Lovino was tackled by his obviously terrified twin. Feliciano buried his face in his older brother's chest, letting a few tears fall.
"F-Fratello.... I-I'm scared...."
Ludwig walked in shortly after, sitting next to the Italians.
"Feliciano, it's alright...."
The younger Italian remained silent.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10Bright and early the very next morning, Lovino had just woken up and already back to work. His younger twin came in shortly after, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano nodded and took a seat next to his bust brother, humming an up-beat tune of a familiar song. Lovino was going to stop him, but thought against it since he quite enjoyed that song. An hour and a hal;f flew by and it was now 10:45 in the morning. Soon, Lovino's paperwork and Feliciano's humming were brought to a stop when they heared a familiar voice at the door.
They looked up and Lovino tilted his head to the side.
"Yao? Aren't you here a little early?"
"Meh...I figured the earlier the better."
The older Italian crossed his arms and offered the older, yet smaller, Chinese man a seat.
"So, what would you like to discuss?"
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9Later on, around noon or so, Lovino was back in is office, working constantly again. His cheery twin was running to a few places for him with Ludwig and Gilbert. Lovino let out a sigh and noticed Belgium at the door.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, what is it?"
"Um... Mr.Wang is on the line he wants to speak with you..."
The Italian stopped working and picked up the phone smiling.
"Ni hao, Lovino. How have you been, aru?"
"Actually, not too great."
"Oh, why? What happened?"
"A certain Russian we know beat the hell outta me and I've been out of it for a couple days."
"Ouch. Been there, done that. Ivan's always been that way, aru."
"Anything I can do?"
"Well, he'll listen to you. Keep him out of Italy, okay?"
"Sure thing. Of course my sadist Russian love will listen to me."
"I can't believe you're still with him...Anyhow, was there and particular reason you called?"
"Ummm....Oh! I have a flight in a few hours. I'm coming for visit. There's something I have to discuss with you in person."
"Oh, really? A
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 Romano looked away.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I did it b-because....I-I...."
"You can tell me."
"I'd rather not."
Spain gave Romano and innocent look and he fell victim for it.
"Because I-I kinda like you..."
Spain smiled, his fingers still intertwined with the Italian's.
"I knew you did. You never actually acted like you hated me, so I just thought you didn't."
Romano looked back over at the Spanish man.
"Do you hate me?"
"Of course not! I really like you."
The small Italian blushed and sat up in his bed. He leaned forward and hugged the older man.
"I never thought anybody besides my brother liked me. After I yelled at you, I was so afraid you'd hate me."
"I can't hate you. You're too adorable, especially when you sleep."
"You're such a creep."
They both smiled, then looked at each other still in each other's arms.
"You should smile more often, Romano. You're so cute."
Romano and Spain were still holding hands. Then the Italian spoke up,
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
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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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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
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Lovino wondered why he even bothered.
He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.
Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.
"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."
"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently
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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 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
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
Come Home, SpagnaHe hated it when he left. Of course, he would never show it. That was something Lovino would never do. Antonio would announce he would be leaving for a while and all Lovino would do was huff and shrug.Come Home, Spagna in General Fiction More Like This
He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.
It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just he shuddered a little at the thought.
He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.
He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring someth
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"Lovi... hey Lovi, wake up..."
"Huh, no... fuck off..."
"Lovi, you have to wake up..."
"Fuck you, tomato bastard..."
The room was dark but Lovino's body told him it was morning. The bed was soft and comfortable and the Italian didn't want to leave. He tightened his grip on the blanket with one hand and swatted away the hand that was poking his cheek with the other. Irritated, he attempted to roll over but the poking continued on his other cheek. He heard Antonio chuckle in amusement and when he tried to poke him again Lovino smacked his hand away roughly and succeeded in pulling the blankets over his head completely.
"Aww, Lovi... don't hide from me," Antonio pouted and tugged at the duvet. A muffled grumble was all he received in response and he chuckled again, "Lovi... let me in."
"Please. I'm lonely out here," Antonio smiled. He waited for a few moments and when
The Joker Queen: Chapter 5She proceeded down the hallway, which was dimly illuminated by the setting sun casting light through the windows. The dining hall was only three corridors away, but her feet felt more and more heavy as she made her way across the palace, and the dull throbbing in her head turned to repeated stabbings in her brain. Her stomach churned angrily with each step. She paused in front of the doors, her hands on the handles to steady herself, and closed her eyes. She took a couple of deep breaths, and her sudden illness appeared to ease slightly. She opened her eyes and glared at the doors with determination. She opened them and walked into the small dining hall, meant for dinner with only the royal family and no other nobles.The Joker Queen: Chapter 5 in Romance More Like This
Roderich was already seated, and raised his head to look at her when she entered.
"Ah, good evening, Elizaveta."
The table was long by most standards, but could only seat 12 people compared to the hundreds that could be seated in the Grand Dining Hall. Two places were set
Compatibility"C'mon, Arthur! Just fill it out for me! I get extra credit for submitting these things."Compatibility in Romance More Like This
Arthur looked up from his book in annoyance at Elizaveta, who was currently begging him to fill out some sort of compatibility survey for her French class. The classes were doing some sort of Valentine's Day event find your match or something like that and needed students to fill out surveys. They would send off the surveys to a company, who would ship back printed out compatibility results for those students who filled out the papers in a few weeks' time.
"You don't need any bloody extra credit, Elizaveta. It'll probably just go to Gilbert."
"Well, maybe, but still. Help me out here!"
Arthur sighed and set his book down on the lunch table. "Fine, give me the paper."
Elizaveta grinned widely and handed him the paper and a pen. She sat down across from him as he filled out the survey. He marked the choices down in the answer boxes at the bottom, specifying his preferences in a partner
The Joker Queen: Chapter 2The light flooded in between her open curtains the next morning as soon as the sun rose on her side of the palace. She jumped out of bed as soon as the light reached her eyelids and dressed in an equestrian outfit: tight brown pants and brown riding boots, a white blouse, and a black blazer. She stuck a green hat down over her hair, and tucked her signature flowers into a small saddlebag instead of putting them in her hair in order to maintain her cover.The Joker Queen: Chapter 2 in Romance More Like This
She proceeded out the doors of her chambers and down the back flight of stairs out onto the dewy green grass that surrounded the palace stables. Many army officers, including the minister of defense, were waiting for her at the stables. They bowed politely to her as she approached, and she smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted as she entered the stables to find her favorite riding horse, a strong black mare named Piroska. She petted the mare's muzzle affectionately before putting on the brown leat
EternalThe air was crisp and cold. His breath swirled in the air as he walked down the path, past rows and rows of gravestones and cemetery plots. It had snowed earlier in the week, but most of the snow had since melted. He stopped in front of a gravestone and smiled distantly to himself, wiping the small pile of snow off the rock, clearing it from the engraved letters reading "Jeanne Romée Bonnefoy." Just as she had requested in her last letter to him. "In case I do not come back," she'd written, "please put your name on my grave as well, my love. Yours always, Jeanne."Eternal in Romance More Like This
They'd thrown her remains into the Seine, and she had no true grave. He'd bought a large plot at a cemetery in Orleans. A place to mourn. To think about her. Someone had said that a grave would bring him closure, so he could move on. But he knew he would never forget and move on from Jeanne. He'd buried a dress she'd left in her quarters in the coffin, along with a few mementos. The rest he kept for himself in his home i
The Joker Queen: Chapter 4"Your Highness, you need to get up. You have a press conference in an hour."The Joker Queen: Chapter 4 in Romance More Like This
"Well, then I can sleep for another 50 minutes. Goodbye."
"You have to look presentable. Get up."
"Are you ordering me?"
"Yes, I am, Your Highness. Get up."
Elizaveta groaned and rolled over, pressing her face into her pillow. "But I'm tired!"
"Stop whining, Your Highness. Angelique is going to be here in a minute to help you get dressed."
Elizaveta sighed and rolled over, cracking one eye upon to look at the blonde woman holding a clipboard standing next to her bed.
"Fine, Monica. I'll get up."
"Good! I'll meet you here in 45 minutes, all right? And don't fall asleep again!"
"I won't, I won't," Elizaveta muttered sleepily as Monica exited the door. She rose up from her bed and stretched. She didn't remember having a press conference scheduled, and she hadn't been prepped for anything. Monica was her publicist and usually told her these things, in addition to making her review and practice for hours the day be
The Joker Queen: Chapter 7When the morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains from the window above the bed the next morning, the birds began singing. Their melodies were high and sweet, perfectly in tune. Elizaveta woke up but kept her eyes closed, smiling slightly to herself as the birds outside the window finished their morning song.The Joker Queen: Chapter 7 in Romance More Like This
She opened her eyes slowly and rolled over to look at Gilbert. His arm was wrapped around her waist and her back rested against his evenly rising and falling chest. He was slightly slack-jawed in sleep, his silver locks tousled and sticking up in every direction. When he exhaled, she vaguely smelled the beer they'd had after dinner last night on his breath. She smiled again, moved over to press a soft kiss against his forehead, and slid out of between the cotton sheets quietly to avoid waking him.
She padded across the house toward the washroom, checking to see if her equestrian outfit was dry yet on the way over. It was her only set of clothes, and it was caked in dirt
In Our Bedroom After The WarCold was the first thing she registered upon awakening. Her bed was cold. Her hand slid out to the opposite side of the bed, just to check. But he wasn't there, and he hadn't been there for weeks. Why she even bothered to check baffled her, but she just rolled over and pressed her face into the pillow.In Our Bedroom After The War in Romance More Like This
Of course he wouldn't be there. He scarcely remembered who he was, much less her. It was a miracle he even came home with her after she found him wandering around the city after his name fell off the map completely. He was shell-shocked and muttering, confused as to who she was; but when she outstretched her hand and told him she was a friend, he put his hand in hers with only a split second of hesitation and came back to Budapest with her. Persuading Ivan to let her keep him with her was difficult, but he finally agreed. What good was a deranged and dissolved Prussian to him, anyway?
Perhaps if Ivan knew about them he would have refused just to spite her, which he seemed fond of as of l
The Joker Queen: Chapter 3She opened her eyes and saw moonlight was filtering in through her open windows, illuminating the ceiling just enough that she could still make out the fairytale scene. She must have fallen asleep. The ring was cool against her chest. She stared at it as she rolled the ring around between her fingers and tugged gently on the chain. She sighed and rolled over, pressing her face into the duvet.The Joker Queen: Chapter 3 in Romance More Like This
"Be nice if reality were that simple and perfect," she muttered to herself in frustration. If only her life had turned out that way, with her parents approving of Gilbert, and the two of them running off hand in hand to happily-ever-after-the-end.
Thump! Elizaveta jumped in surprise and sat up, and then stayed as still as she could and listened carefully. Quiet movements were coming from downstairs, and what sounded like it could be hushed cursing.
She crept off her bed, thankful for floorboards that didn't squeak, and tiptoed over to her door, silently opening it. She walked to the stairs
TonightHe wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart hammering at his ribcage and his lungs aching for air.Tonight in Romance More Like This
He rests his face in his hands.
Only a dream, only a dream, she's okay, she's okay
He throws the threadbare blankets off his thin, bony form and tiptoes to her room.
Her door isn't quite shut and soft light is just visible in the crack underneath the wooden door. He pushes the door open.
She's sitting on the side of her bed, her bare feet dangling above the rough floorboards. She has covers with gaping holes wrapped loosely around her shoulders and dark circles under her eyes. But she's alive.
She cracks a lopsided smile and says, what are you doing in my room, and why are you shirtless? You'll catch a cold.
He manages to run without squeaking the floor and grabs her in a tight hug, sending them flying back onto the bed.
Gott sei Dank, you're okay, Lizzie.
What are you talking about?
Ivan decided to beat you, and I could hear you screaming and you were bleedin
All the Umbrellas in LondonIt rained frequently in London. This was a fact. He quite enjoyed the rain; it gave him time to think and reflect, muse over frivolous things or ponder deep life questions. But he wasn't entirely excited that he had to wait in the cold, grey, rainy day at the airport to pick up a certain American. He'd awoken to five missed calls from Alfred and an equal number of voicemails.All the Umbrellas in London in Romance More Like This
"Hey, Artie! So uhm I'm flying into London. I uhm have a work thing. In London. On a Sunday. Yeah! So can you come get me from the airport when I land? Beep. Hey, Artie, my flight's been delayed, but I'm still gonna be there around 8 AM your time! So, yeah, please call me back? Beep. You sleep like a rock, Artie, I swear! Anyway, I'm boarding. I'll see you at the airport, right? And...uhm nevermind. I'll see you in London. Beep. Hey, Artie, we're about to take off. Uhm I'll see you soon, okay? I uhm wanted to oh, got to go, we're taking off! Beep. Nevermind, Artie,
Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 2Ludwig stomped off mad and frustrated with his feelings. He knew exactly where Feliciano ran off to; whenever Ludwig was mad at him, Feliciano would run to the bathroom. It was silly for a grown man to do so, but for Feliciano it was really logical. Ludwig knocked on the door of the bathroom violently.Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Feliciano who was inside, jumped up and went to the door holding the knob, as if keeping something from coming in; Ludwig knew that Feliciano was probably scared so he tried to calm down as soon as possible. But then he began to think What if he actually likes Arthur? Then I have nothing to say about how he should live his life if he is happy. Ludwig sighed and knocked once more, but softer.
"We're about to start again, we need you there." Ludwig said softly.
Feliciano's heart thumped in his chest with hearing that sentence. I can't even look at him like this! He thought, He'll think dreadful! Little did he know, Ludwig knew everything that had happened.
Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 1Ludwig Bielschmidt and Feliciano Vargas were the starring roles of a new show called Hetalia. They both went to film school together and were very close. Feliciano was a total loser who didn't know how to defend himself, which is why he decided to hang out more with Ludwig. Ludwig was German that alone made anyone fear him in filming school. However, they were both excellent actors. Feliciano was always the playing the sidekick while, Ludwig was the villain.Germany x Italy: GerIta pt. 1 in Short Stories More Like This
They both were getting tired of the same derogatory roles so they decided to try out the show Hetalia. They were both surprised that they got the main roles. Ludwig went to go pick Feliciano up from his house. Feliciano came out of his house, looking very cute in his tight jeans and his Italian pride handkerchief with a plain white t-shirt and a black jean jacket.
"Hey~! Guess what?!" Feliciano had not gotten in the car yet.
"Get in the car before we are late!"
"My brother got the part as my brother! So, can we take him with us?" H
Germany x Italy: GerIta EpilogueLudwig and Feliciano hoped in the car, ready to go to the drinking party. Feliciano was nervous he didn't want to see Arthur or Chika. Ludwig held Feliciano's hand, trying to keep him calm. They arrived to the bar just on time. There were a few cars that Feliciano recognized like Kiku's and Yao's car, however, Arthur wasn't there yet neither was Chika.Germany x Italy: GerIta Epilogue in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe we should leave!" Feliciano said stopping Ludwig from exiting the parking lot.
"If we don't face them, now they won't understand later!" Ludwig said, determined but he was also nervous. Feliciano dropped his vision to the ground as if being scolded, "I will protect you; so don't worry."
Ludwig held Feliciano close as they both exited the parking lot, sending signals of dominance and that Feliciano belonged to him. Ludwig told Feliciano as they walked slowly toward the bar, that he shouldn't worry and rely on him for whatever it was. He also warned him about not getting close to Arthur no matter what he did.
"Bonjour~! Hello my lit
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Accidentally in Love
Whenever you saw the Italian hanging on the wall you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter. Oh, yes that Italian was your husband (in your mind). His fierce looks could make you melt in a puddle even though he was just paper.
"Hey _____! Are you done yet?!" Your best friend, Roderick was taking you out for an opera that he was dying to see. But you hated opera the only reason you said yes was because you Italian super model was going to be there.
"Coming!" You yelled, "I will see you, tonight Lovi!" As childish as it was, you kissed the poster hanging on your wall and quickly ran downstairs before Roderick had another heart attack.
"If we're late I am not inviting you again." He fumed. You giggled as he both of you walked to the bus stop.
Unfortunately both of you were poor, starving college students and had no money for a car or gas. Besides, you were independent and didn't want any money from your parents. Roderick and you arrived
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You glared at the demon above both of you. Demons only meant one thing, chaos. You knew something bad was going to happen. Alfred only smirked at your pathetic attempt to scare him off with your expressions. Gilbert wouldn't move; he stayed in front of you like if he was going to be your shield.
"What do you want?" You snapped.
"I'm here for those brats." Alfred grinned, "They've passed their time in the living world, and they still don't want to pass on."
"So?!" You yelled.
"They belong to me, they're not content with their lives and the limit has reached its peak." Alfred said.
"W-what?" If a demon were to take them away the only fate that awaited them was demon-hood as well.
"Not over my awesome body!" Gilbert said, looking at him angrily.
"What can a human do?" Alfred chuckled.
"Vell, I don't know much about demons but I do know how to put up a good fight." Gilbert smirked, getting up and ready to fight.
"No!" You tugged on his arm pulling h
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Mizu stood up from the chair quickly, letting go of Ludwig so he wouldn't get hurt. Since she knew that he was after her. Gilbert got up as well and stood in front of you, just like before, thinking that he could protect you from the wrath of a demon. Alfred chuckled; he grabbed the chair Gilbert was sitting in originally and sat down.
"So, Mizu, what do you plan to do now?" Alfred asked.
"You do realize that I just broke your sister's promise?" He sighed, grabbing a sausage. You quirked an eyebrow, turning your vision to Alfred, you were going to ask but he answered before you could ask, "Mizu's sister was a grim reaper, who lost her life as well "
"Saving who?" You asked.
"Gilbert and I." Alfred said.
"Yeah, she saved Gilbert because I was supposed to eat his soul, in the process and angel would see the scene and kill me. She didn't want me to die, so she told me not to go and eat his soul. Rescuing Gilbert and I. Her
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Your heart raced in your chest, it was Gilbert's brother that was causing you to get worked up, since Gilbert became a doctor to help Ludwig with his health problems. You had to stop whatever you had seen. Gilbert finally got to the park. You peeked to where Ludwig was and saw him talking to some girl, before Gilbert could even park the car. You jumped out, losing your stumbling to where Ludwig was. In heist of your adrenaline you tackled Ludwig down to the floor. Gilbert didn't even park the car; he just stopped the car and opened the door trying to process what just happened.
"Vhat the hell?!" Ludwig blushed.
"I'm sorry! I just saved your life!" You explained. The girl in front of you only starred while smiling slightly, "Who are you!?"
"That vas so awesome. She jumped on you like some kind of cat, and you fell like an itty-bitty school girl!" Gilbert laughed. You realized what you had done and got off of Ludwig, Gilbert helped you up.
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Gilbert and you arrived at the outside of Peter's parent's house. Arthur couldn't accompany you since; he had to go back to his clinic for his patients since he missed all day. Gilbert got into trouble of course, but he didn't really mind. In his mind he was awesome enough to miss a day.
"How should I go ask?" You muttered.
"I vill give an awesome explanation and go." Gilbert answered quickly. Without a second thought, Gilbert rushed out of the car door and was already halfway to the house. You quickly ran after him and jumped on him making fall flat on the ground.
"It's my job to do it!" You scolded, "I have to-!" He flipped you on your back. Your eyes widened at the sudden action that Gilbert did. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed, while his mouth had a grin on it.
"You think that vas funny?!"
"I wasn't trying to be funny!" You whispered.
"Vell, then vhy don't I punish you ?" He smirked.
Your eyes widened when he began to
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You rose early to make Ludwig and Gilbert a good breakfast. Katyusha was still with Peter, she was looking after him since Gilbert wasn't going to let you look for him at night. It was also too late to go explain to Arthur about Peter. Gilbert said; Arthur was going to pass by the hospital to visit a few patients. You heard Ludwig wake Gilbert up, and you quickly served the breakfast. Ivan was sitting on the sink, looking at you as you served the food, you giggled, you couldn't hear them, but Ivan was the most animated out of the three.
"I heard that this is attractive to a man." You smiled. Ivan shrugged, indicating he wouldn't know about those kinds of things. Gilbert came in the kitchen; he had bed hair and was still yawning.
"Morning!" You smiled.
"You didn't have to make breakfast " However, that didn't stop him from eating.
"I thought maybe you would like it." You mumbled, "And Ludwig is going to schoo
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You looked back at Gilbert, who was still waiting for an answer. The little boy wouldn't stop crying, so you sighed and stood up with a plan.
"You know, if you were a big boy, you wouldn't cry anymore." You said.
"But-! I'm lost!" His eyes grew big with concern.
"Not anymore! If I found you you're no longer lost." You winked, "C'mon inside, it gets chilly here." You walked back to the house, and the little boy followed you. Gilbert glanced back at you and you had to answer, it was his house after all, you couldn't just bring random spirits into his house.
"He's a lost spirit." You whispered, "He probably doesn't even know he's dead."
"As long as he doesn't make a mess of things, he can stay." Gilbert said.
You went to the living room, and sat the boy down on the couch. He took off his backpack and put it next to him. To you they were as visible as a person, but to some they were like vague visions and to the others they're not even there.
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attentionSpain. Without Romano 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like this one bit. Spain was his. Why should he have to share him? Romano was getting more and more fed up with it. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt that he could explode any second if things went any further between the Spaniard and his brother.
Spain. Without Romano 2 Spain stood there, mortified. He could not believe what he just heard. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but when it did, Spain broke. Tears began falling from his eyes, thought he wasn't aware of it. He was just stunned. The love of his life had broken up with him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. He tried to say something, but no words would come out of his mouth.Spain. Without Romano 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano found watching Spain break unbearable. He turned his head so that he wouldn't have to watch. He still loved the silly Spaniard, with all his heart, but Spain clearly did not love him as much as he loved him. "I think you better leave..." he said quietly.
Spain, suddenly brought back to life, looked up at Romano to see him looking away. "Romano... Please..." he said, standing back up and walking closer to him. "Please, don't do this. I love you, I really do!"
Spain. Without Romano 3 It didn't take long for Italy to place his brother at the dining table and fix him up a nice hot pasta dish. He placed the meal in front of his brother and sat down beside him. Romano picked up the fork and dug in. Italy was glad that his brother was eating. With what he knew of heartbroken people (mainly girls), they didn't really want to eat meals. Just stuff their faces with ice cream and chocolate.Spain. Without Romano 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano was half way through his pasta when Italy asked, "Do you want me to stay here tonight?"
He finished his mouthful of pasta then said, "What do you mean by that? Do you have plans or something?"
"Kinda. I said to Germany that I would spend the night at his place." Italy said, blushing slightly and looking down.
Romano raised his eyebrow at that. He didn't quite approve of his little brother's and Germany's relationship. He always blamed Germany for the changes that
Spain. Without Romano 4 Spain blinked a few times and sighed. He walked back over to the couch and sat in between France and Prussia again, with his arms crossed. "Alright. It had better be good. Otherwise I will kick you out. I'm really not in the mood for fun and games," he said in all seriousness.Spain. Without Romano 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No funny business, I swear. Just hear me out," France said putting his arm around Spain's shoulders. "Alright, so you know I'm having a party this week, right?"
Spain thought a moment. "You mean your birthday on the fourteenth?"
France nodded. "That's right. It's going to be very big and extravagant with French cuisine, beautiful women, a delectable cake, candles, flowers and-"
He was cut off by a flick on the forehead by Prussia. "You're getting off track, dude."
"Oh, sorry. As I was saying," France continued, "part of the party will
Don't Say It -Part 1-"Hey! --------!"Don't Say It -Part 1- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from.
Rang the voice again.
He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany.
"I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily.
It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but for some reason it was muted out.
"What are you doing here?" the girl asked.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt some heat rise up in his cheeks and his heart start beating a little faster. Germany was confused at these changes and wondered if perhaps it was because of the small child in front of him. But why would a person cause these changes?
Of Tomatoes and Love 1Long ago, there lived a Spaniard by the name of Antonio. He loved tomatoes more than anything in the world. However, his obsession with tomatoes left him with nearly no friends. The only people he was friends with was a Frenchman by the name of Francis and a Prussian by the name of Gilbert. He was content with those two of his friends and they had much fun together, but Antonio felt something was missing.Of Tomatoes and Love 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He would always wonder what it was. Never quite sure what he was missing. He had his friends and his tomato garden and he was happy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. Until one day, his friends announced something. They each had gotten a lover.
At that moment, something clicked in Antonio's mind. He didn't have anyone he could share his life with.
And so, he went around trying to find the perfect girl, however, none of them could beat his love for tomatoes. After many failed attempts to find someone, he was ready to give up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.Of Tomatoes and Love 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
Out In The Rain The hall was absolutely beautiful. The walls were a pure white with gold bordered squares every few feet with elegant red draperies in the corners of the room. The floor was a checker board and the people standing on it were like graceful players. The ceiling was high and arched of white and gold with a few chandeliers hanging, giving the room a lovely glow. The setting would have been perfect if not for the storm outside.Out In The Rain in Short Stories More Like This
Feliciano was stunned at this sight until his attention was pulled back to reality by Alfred, the host of the party. He was in the center of the hall, laughing loudly with his arm around the Englishman, Arthur Kirkland. Arthur didn't look very happy, so Alfred must have been making fun of him in some way. Feliciano couldn't blame him. Arthur's cooking sucked.
Alfred looked up and saw Feliciano standing in the entrance hall. "Hey! Feliciano, over here!" he called, waving frantica