Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.
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
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: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: 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.
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
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
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
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
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
If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)"I've got this friend "If The Right One Came Along (DenNor) in Romance More Like This
Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.
"Do you now."
The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."
"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."
"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to find that person."
Lukas studies him for a moment. Ever though his eyes contain the trace of a smile, he is completely serious. And is he really drunk, or does the man's hair seem to defy all the laws of physics? Maybe both. His thoughts aren't coming out correctly.
"I've got a friend too," Lukas says, smiling bitterly at the glass in his hand. "He thought
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
Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"Snow Day: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
He had to trip over himself some to keep up.
"You'll see, it'll be fun..."
Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.
"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"
Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.
Then, bending slightly so he could look Romano in the eyes, Spain casually put his mittened hands in his long-coat pockets, a smile of warmth and reassuring upon his face, though it hardly worked on Romano, whom proceeded in leaning away some.
"It'll be fun, I promise, so... please?"
His eyes were glowing in an odd way, and Romano could simply feel the excitement S
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.Apartment of Four: Chapter 2: The Girls Next Door in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"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 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.."
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ He knew smoking was a bad habit, and that, long term, it could lead to cancer, and then death, but he continued to smoke, he continued to suffocate himself through the fumes and fog he gave off each time he'd done it, but he needed some way to console himself, to break away from all his thoughts. Any normal human being may have gone mad by now, but being a country, this wasn't the case, he had to keep himself composed for the people that lived in Spain. He'd lost the one he'd loved and pushed away the one that loved him, things were truly set in the dimmer side of life.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, a young boy rested peacefully in a large bed, suddenly, he began to shiver violently, wincing and creating other noises as he tossed and turned. A young girl, much resembling said boy, entered into his room, flipping a light switch in the hallway just outside his room.
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _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
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 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 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
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
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 9(I'm not even gonna bother with the warning anymore xD)Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 9 in Horror More Like This
There was a really awkward moment of silence. Ivan's hand slipped out of yours, and he stared unfathomably at you. This was it. Your first attempt at love, and you ruined it already. You should've said nothing, stayed forever alone
"Y-yes?" Why did your voice have to come out all croaky at this moment?
"It's just II've never been in this situation before People hardly even talk to me, and "
"Neither have I "
"Well I guess " he smiled shyly. The next thing you knew, he was running your fingers through your hair Your lips met, and the moment was so perfect It was so wrong, right after the deaths of two of your best friends, you didn't want him to be next; but it was wonderful at the same time What had you done to deserve such pleasure? You never wanted to break away But obnoxious French chortling (not to mention the need of air) interrupted
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 10(Yep, no fluffiness)Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 10 in Horror More Like This
What had you done?
The question refused to give your mind a break ever since you got home after that evening.
Were you out of your mind? Not one, but two of your best friends had just died. How could you be happy like this? It was all wrong, all so terribly wrong.
Furthermore, who's to say that the murders stopped? He could be next You could be next. It wasn't safe.
But you still felt it. Guilty pleasure. Even though you shouldn't be, you would replay the scene of last evening countless of times, absentmindedly touching the strands of hair that he had brushed aside, remembering the feel of his mouth against yours
No. This had to stop. It couldn't continue, especially not after Arthur and Alfred
The doorbell rang, and you were ashamed to say that you perked your head up eagerly, and sprinted towards the door.
So much for attempting to stop.
"Come right in, IvOh. Er, hello Feliciano, what brings you here?"
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 11(DON'T HATE ME BUT EVEN MORE NON FLUFFINESS COMING UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...)Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 11 in Horror More Like This
Now this was terrifying. The killer had been at your house. You buried your face into Ivan's scarf (who was still carrying you) as he quickly laid you on your bed, away from the sight of Feli and Ludwig's bodies; Ludwig's protective arm covered in deep gashes as a sign that he had tried to defend Feli and himself, but to no avail. He was still dead; left with his hand holding Feli's
Ivan watched your trembling figure curled up underneath the comforter, and started to walk away.
"Ivan! Don't go! Don't leave me!" you screeched. "What if the killer's still here? I I couldn't Not, no, not you too "
He smiled, that warm smile that had been a comfort to you after Arthur's death and Alfred's death, like the petals of a sunflower. He walked back towards you, kissed you on the cheek, then whispered into your ear, "I am capable of protecting myself, if need be; don't worry. And I'm
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
Crack Fairytales - The Wurst PrinceAnd so we have heard the story of the Tomato Prince Antonio and the Pasta Princess Lovino... but what of the younger princess, Feliciano? Well, dear reader, fear not for that story is about to come.Crack Fairytales - The Wurst Prince in Romance More Like This
As usual, this story takes place once upon a time in a land far away. The Pasta Kingdom had been allied with the Wurst Kingdom for quite some time. The Pasta Kingdom would always turn to their friends whenever they found themselves in danger. The Pasta King and the Wurst King knew each other from their childhood so it was fairly obvious why their kingdoms were allied.
But I'm going off the subject again, for this story is about the youngest Princess, Feliciano.
Feliciano Vargas, Princess of the Pasta kingdom was a happy, bubbly young man with a good heart. He was nice to everyone he met though when faced with danger he was always the first to run away. The Pasta King was worried, for he had to decide whether Feliciano or his brother Lovino should take the throne after his passing. Both prin
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
Master, I Love YouWarnings: Crack... so cracky I don't even know...Master, I Love You in Romance More Like This
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
Spamano- Passing NotesThey sat with each other in complete silence; the way Lovino liked it.Spamano- Passing Notes in Romance More Like This
Antonio was not clinging to him as though the Italian nation were to disappear if he let go. He was not constantly rambling about how much he loved tomatoes. He was not attempting to sexually harass the eldest Italy brother or steal random kisses from him.
They sat in complete silence and Lovino thought it were bliss. He was able to get his thoughts together, and think about how much he hated that potato-bastard Germany and he could think about how much he hated his brother for liking that stupid potato-bastard.
The silence was all he needed, and it felt amazing.
Antonio, however, was devising something completely wonderful. It would make his Lovi think twice about hitting him on the head and calling him a stupid tomato-bastard and whatever else he loved to call him.
This would be brilliant and romantic and amazing and he would love him forever and ever and ever and ever... and so and so forth.
However, he just didn
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
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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
Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot"How much longer, bastardo?" Lovi said impatiently.Spain Always Wins: Spamano Camping Trip Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
"Just a bit more!" Antonio replied cheerfully.
"Which just means that you really have no clue?"
"Lovi, all that matters is that you're here with me, mi amor." Antonio draped his right arm around Lovino's neck, other hand still on the steering wheel.
"BASTARDO! STOP! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!" Lovino grasped Antonio's arm, and threw it off of him, giving him a death glare. Antonio smirked, but did as Lovino told.
"I don't even know why I bothered to agree to go," Lovino mumbled peevishly. Antonio's smile brightened. Lovino was so adorable when he was in denial.
Antonio parked the car on the dirt road. They stepped out of the car. Antonio took a deep breath, "Ah! Smell that fresh air!"
"Something better than the smell of you," Lovi said. "Let's unpack our stuff," he ran to the trunk and carried bags of food.
"Can you grab the sleeping bags?" Antonio asked.
Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?
"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"
The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that "
I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tiredbelieve me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.
I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said softening. "What is it?"
"Well " the little voice squeaked, "I had a nightmare "
The child whimpered, and then buried her head into my chest.
"I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS NO MORE PASTA OR WURST LEFT!!!!"
I tried to stifle a snort. This was the nightmare?
"That would be bad," I said awkwardly.
She looked up at me expectantly. What?
All I want :Spamano one shot:Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or the song titleAll I want :Spamano one shot: in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All I want for Christmas is you
Romano returns to the home shared with Italy all by himself. His stupid younger brother decided ditching him for a certain macho bastard was a better idea, not that he cares. No, he doesn't, at least where Italy is concerned. If he was to be completely honest though, he'd have to admit there is one person who's absence from his house is making him maybe a little lonely, slightly.
That person is Spain; the clueless idiot he has been dating for centuries. Yes, centuries. As soon as Romano's body was of age. However, the length in which they have been dating is not the point; Spain's stupidity is. In all the centuries they have been together he and Spain rarely ever spend the holidays alone with one another.
He honestly doesn't mind the yearly parties with the other countries, no matter how fucking crazy they get. All he wants is to spe
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
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
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Chapter Seven: The Birds and the Bees
Lovino follows Francis down into the man's room and looks around, surprised at how spotless the room is. He can't even get Antonio's room this clean thanks to the maps and treasures he has all over the place. "Hm so you're into cleanliness as well."
"Of course I am! I do not allow filth to touch me!" Francis says and Lovino raises a brow.
"Antonio said you used to cavort with the seediest of whores." Lovino points out, making Francis smile nervously.
"Eheheh .really now ? He tells you everything, does he?" Francis asks and Lovino shrugs.
"I suppose maybe."
Francis sighs, placing a hand on Lovino's shoulder. "If only I had found you before Joan, I could have had so much fun with little Antonio over you!"
Lovino looks up at him confused. "Try not to piss him off, he paces the bedroom when he's pissed off and keeps me up."
"How sad, t
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
A Helping Hand Ch.1A Helping HandA Helping Hand Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: The stranger
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo is a kind, hardworking man. At twenty five years old he owns his own café, has a nice little house behind it, and owns about forty acres of land behind it which he fills with his garden. In this garden is berries, tomatoes, peppers, and various other fruits and vegetables. He uses most of these for the ingredients to his salads and sandwiches in his café, but there's a slight problem. While he loves his café, and the thought of growing food for people, making them happy with his creations; he has little to no business.
At the end of the day, such as now, he doesn't have much to clean up. Most of his customers are elderly or his friends and they all clean-up for themselves. Just once he would like a young customer he wasn't friends with. Someone who just came here on their own. Of course that will never happen, his caf
If It's Love Ch.6If it's LoveIf It's Love Ch.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Six: How not to stalk
It has been a week since Antonio started working at the restaurant and as soon as he started Lovino has started up a new habit. Every day after school, or around three on the weekends, he will go to a café across the street from the restaurant. It's not that he is stalking, of course, it's simply observing the surrounding area that just so happens to be near Antonio's work while enjoying a nice drink. With a hat and shades on. For fashion. Not a disguise. Because he isn't stalking.
"Ah! Stalking today as well I see!" Matthew teases and Lovino glares at him.
"I'm enjoying a drink! Who would I be stalking?"
"A certain good looking, and quite popular, Spaniard in the restaurant across the street. So tell me, how are the cooking lessons going with him?" He asks and Lovino looks at him confused.
"Cooking? What do you mean?" Lovino asks and Matthew looks at him surprised.
If It's Love ch.3Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaIf It's Love ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If It's Love
Chapter Three: Working Man
Lovino looks at Antonio annoyed. The man has done nothing since he 'grew up', something of which Lovino has seen little to no evidence of. All the bastard is doing is playing with his brothers on the Wii or flirting with Lovino. Granted, the fact he's flirting is technically a sign he's older than a five year old, but still.
Growing bored of the sight, Lovino huffs and heads off to his room to watch TV. He sadly gets no more than seven minutes into the show when Antonio pops in, apparently done with the game.
"Hey Lovi." Antonio says, walking up to sit next to Lovino on the bed.
"What do you want? Go back to my brothers." Lovino groans. He really wanted to watch this show without some creepy guy hanging all over him.
"Lovi, I'm not just a friend or guest, I'm your fiancé." The Spaniard reminds him, wrapping an arm around Lovino's shou
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Chapter Five: New day
After such a long day, and successfully getting Antonio a job with Gilbert and Francis, something Lovino isn't sure is quite a 'success', the two of them finally head home. As they walk down the street Antonio sighs and wraps his arms around Lovino's shoulders from behind, resting his chin on top of Lovino's head.
"Lovi~ I'm tired~!" Antonio whines and Lovino huffs.
"You're a grown man, walk on your own."
"But my Lovi is so warm and soft "
Lovino fumes. "Shut up you pervert!"
Antonio suddenly falls silent and comes to a stop, making Lovino stop as well.
"What the hell are you-?" Lovino stops himself when he sees what Antonio is staring at; a missing child poster with a far too familiar face. " Oh "
"They're looking for me ? I thought their memory of me would be erased " Antonio mumbles and Lovino simply sighs.
"Thank god Francis and Gilbert gave you
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.
Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 1Lovino Vargas, also known as Southern Italy or Romano, sat attentively (or at least as attentively as one could be) through the world meeting, watching the chaos unfurl. Rather than getting into a stupid argument with someone like America who would defend his point even after being proven wrong, just from being big headed. He decided to sit quietly and let them fight it out while he remained at ease. Remaining at ease was pretty easy today, too. Spain, or Antonio, wasn't really bothering him much today and even if he did it was a simple, "how are you doing?" rather than cooing over just how cute he was when his face was 'red as un tomate~ muy lindo~' stupid Spanish bastard Not that he entirely minded being doted over. He cared more about the fact that a year ago, maybe even two, he began to realize that he had feelings for the Spaniard stronger than what he thought.Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 1 in Romance More Like This
He couldn't really say when these feelings started, maybe back when he was a small nation being taken care of by Sp
Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 2A/N: If it's in italics, it's in Spanish.Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 2 in Romance More Like This
Arms crossed over his chest, Lovino walked down the street next to Antonio who had a bit of a spring in his step and was still smiling, looking at everything as they passed by. Especially Romano.
Romano couldn't help but give a small smile and chuckle a little at the way the Spainiard looked; he looked like a kid in a candy store. Or at least one going to a candy store. Who knows, maybe that's actually where they were going. He wouldn't put it past him to take them to a candy store when they were going out to "eat". It would have to be a pretty nice candy store though if he didn't want to be slapped upside the head by Lovino. Candy isn't "eating". Maybe after eating, a quaint little candy store would be passable, but before hand, he should expect to be yelled at.
"Well you seem pretty happy about this. Already know where we're headed?" Lovino said amused.
"I have an idea. I'm kind of glad the meeting was in Barcelona today so I already know
Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 3After leaving the restaurant they walked back to the parking lot of where the world meeting was held and got into Antonio's car. Once in the car Antonio turned on the radio and Romano started bobbing his head to the music. Lovino soon realized that he knew the song and started singing along and partially mumbling some lyrics.Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 3 in Romance More Like This
"This is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me~ neh neh neh~ eheheh"
Laughing, he sat back in his chair and looked over to Spain. "Hey, bastard, how's it goin'?"
"I'm fine, little worried about you. How are you?"
"Oh wait, wait, wait, I like this song! Toniiiight~ we are youuung~ so let's set the world on fiiire! We can burn brighter! Anyways, I'm great. But you shouldn't be worried. I can take care of myself."
"Can you now? You sure about that?"
"Yes. Yes I am."
The rest of the car ride consisted mostly of Lovino swaying back and forth to music and mumbling/singing/mocking lyrics to songs that came on the radio. When they w
Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 5When Antonio awoke he could hear the water running from the shower, and by the time he had yawned stretched and sat up a bit, it was being turned off. An angry muttering Romano walked out of the steamy room, wearing only his briefs from the day before. Spain smiled gently at the boy despite his mumbling and spoke,"morning."Spamano Fanfic-- Hopeless Romantic Ch. 5 in Romance More Like This
"The fuck do you want?" he glared back.
The Spaniard paused to think for a moment then answered, "well, what I would like would be for you to come back to bed and relax with me for a bit."
After continuously glaring for a while his expression softened a bit, "you know what bastard? I would say no, and just get the fuck home, but my ass fucking hurts and so does my head so... make room." He crawled onto the bed and sat down next to his lover, laying his head on the other's shoulder. At this point, he didn't care about displays of affection. His head was pounding and Antonio somehow actually made it better just by being close to him. It was some sort of odd calming at
Coffee Shop PrussiaxReaderYou were in your favorite coffee shop drinking your favorite drink. Like seriously, you went to that coffee shop every freaking day. So much that all of the workers knew your name by heart. You sat down at your favorite table next to the window in the corner where no one would bother you and flipped open your laptop. The sound of the pouring rain outside strangely comforted you.Coffee Shop PrussiaxReader in Humor More Like This
Immediately you go to your favorite site (you have a favorite everything), DeviantArt. You searched the site until you find a Hetalia fan fiction that strikes your interest. You, being completely oblivious to your surroundings once you get in fangirl mode, don't notice the (awesome) albino searching the abnormally busy coffee shop for a seat. You don't notice the way his eyes light up as he sees you sitting in the corner and you don't notice him make his way over to you. That is, until he plops down in the seat across from you.
You look up with bored eyes at the stranger, well, until you see his red eyes and wh
Seven Minutes In Heaven: KikuYou skip over to your best friend, Feliciano Vargas, high off the party's excitement, "Awesome party, Feli!" You squeal and hug the bubbly Italian happily. The party lover that you were, you enjoyed almost any party. Every country had made it to the party tonight surprisingly, which meant that Feliciano's home was packed! You swayed to the music blaring out of the speakers as you released him.Seven Minutes In Heaven: Kiku in Romance More Like This
"Ve, bella! You know what would make this party even better?" he laughed; Antonio and Lovino smirked next to him, but you didn't notice it.
"What?" you grinned in anticipation for what Feli had planned.
"A party game~ Ve! Francis had suggested it to Antonio and I think it will be a fun game!" Feli chirped, holding out a hat. "Pick something, but don't look!"
"Okay!" you dove your hand into the hat and fished around to pull out a white card, which Lovino snatched up quickly and disappeared into the crowd as Antonio grabbed your shoulders and lead you to a door.
"Wait in the magic closet, mi tomate
Seven Minutes in Heaven: LudwigYou look around your house at the party you'd "planned". What really had happened was that Gilbert had shown up at your front door telling you that you had said you were going to throw a party. Antonio and Francis weren't far behind him and had reminded you about your rantings last Friday when you had all gone out for drinks. Apparently sometime you'd told them you were going to throw the best party ever. Sighing you walk over to your kitchen and grab a coke. No way were you getting drunk and declaring everyone could spend the night or something completely ridiculous. Again.Seven Minutes in Heaven: Ludwig in Romance More Like This
Yea, the party had become awesome, as Gilbert would say, but you weren't as enthused as you usually would be over a party. Mainly because you knew you'd have to clean up the mess the countries made. Walking back into the party you were intercepted by Alfred who shoved a hat in your face.
"Hey! Wanna play Seven Minutes in Heaven? Awesome, close your eyes and pick!" he beamed, clearly high off the excitement of the p
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Germany x Reader x Prussia + Epcot
Yeah, what could go wrong?
You must say, you were super excited to go to the Germany pavilion at Epcot. Being here with your two best friends, and personified countries, made this experience even better. You were currently clutching both of their wrists, hurrying them through the crowd of people who had gathered here at Disney World.
"Geez, frau! This is so not awesome!" the albino on your right whined as he stumped his toe on a random rock that was in the way.
"Ja. Will you slow down? What is so important anyway?" you glanced to your left to see Ludwig, the personified country of Germany, sigh as you stopped abruptly.
You motioned to the area in front of you, "HOLY SHIZZNIPPLES WE'RE HERE! This is the Germany pavilion! Gosh I couldn't freaking wait to get here." You turned to grip their wrists once more, "I'm hungry, so food is first! PFFT- Look at that dude's outfit. Nice." You were of course refer
Seven Minutes in Heaven: ArthurAs you sit there you can't help but glance across the room at a certain Englishman. He was completely oblivious to your longing stares which only encouraged you to stare longer. To say you had it bad for Arthur was an understatement. You were completely in love with him. Everything about him enticed you. From his shaggy blonde hair that framed his face perfectly, to the caterpillar-like eyebrows above his deep green eyes, you were smitten. You were so smitten that you actually used the word smitten!Seven Minutes in Heaven: Arthur in Romance More Like This
Alfred waving his hand in front of your face brought you back to reality, "Yo! Earth to (Name)!" You blushed, hastily looking away from Arthur to Alfred who smirked.
"You know, if you keep staring at Magic Brows you might grow brows like his," he snickered, causing you to blush harder and punch him in the arm a bit too hard. He brushed it off and rubbed his arm. Damn, could you be strong.
"Shut up, Alfie," you giggled at your friend. He was the only one who knew of your infatuation. And you
RomanoxReader- CriminalTo say she was jumpy was an understatement. She was in her room, listening intently for the noise that would signal he was outside. Waiting for her.RomanoxReader- Criminal in Romance More Like This
He's a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum
He lies, he fluffs, he's unrelieable
He is a sucker with a gun
She threw the covers of her bed off her body as she rushed to the window. Just like he'd said, he was there. She felt her heart speed up at the sight of the no good Italian. Lovino. She didn't care one bit if he didn't have an ounce of innocence in him. She liked him that way.
I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart
Scribbling down a few words on a sheet of paper to reassure her mother she was fine, she hurriedly grabbed her jacket and purse. Going to the window, she took one last look around her room. Saying goodbye to her old life she climbed down to Lovino, welcoming her new life with all her he
LittleReaderxNordics- Santa Isn't Real~11 Years Old~LittleReaderxNordics- Santa Isn't Real in General Fiction More Like This
"Hurry and get ready for bed, (Name)," Finland chimed as he sat near the fireplace.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want Santa to skip this house since a kid isn't asleep," Mathias chuckled.
"Well then you'd better get to sleep too," Lukas snickered.
"Hey! I'm no kid! I'm a man," Mathias boasted, hitting his chest with his fist.
"Anyway, you should get to bed so Santa'll come," Emil smiled, placing his last present under the tree.
"You guys do know there's no such thing as Santa, right?" (Name) sighed and snuggled closer to Berwald on the couch. The men all gasped in a mixture of surprise and horror.
Tino was the first to break the silence, "Y-You don't believe in Santa anymore?" The girl looked up at him, bored, not noticing the hurt expression on his face.
"No. Guys come on, I know it's just you wrapping my presents. It's no big deal," she yawned, ignoring the slack-jawed Scandinavians.
"Santa is too real!" Mathias boomed, startling everyone out of their stupor.
"Yea, he sure is!"
Fan Fiction Dump >.<This wasn't even worth making into a gallery entry so I just put this completely random thing here in my journal HOPE YOU LIKE~ And it was inspired by this: http://keseses.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d3pok3l This has so much fail...Fan Fiction Dump >.< in Personal More Like This
~le story begins~
You had no idea how this had happened. Spain was shirtless (sexily) in your back yard with your boyfriend, Romano, shouting at him and Feliciano was just smiling like an idiot next to them. You had gone inside to get a drink. You leave them alone for five minutes and something totally random happens.
"Oh my god, Antonio. Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" you sighed and took a sip of your drink, cocking an eyebrow in the process.
"Look at him," Spain cried (sexily); pointing an accusing finger (sexily) at Romano as he clutched his shirt to his chest (sexily), "He's undressing me with his eyes right now!"
"You undressed yourself, you crazy tomato bastardo!" Romano roared; his cheeks completely red from anger and embarrassment.
LittleReaderxNordics- Mama Tino~Five Years Old~LittleReaderxNordics- Mama Tino in Humor More Like This
The little girl looked up at Tino as he lead her through the Nordic's house. Her house. She had been found by him; now a Nordic herself. She smiled a they walked along, having not met any of the Nordics but Tino, she was excited to meet the others.
As he opened a door the four turned to look at who had come in. Norway cocked an eyebrow quizzically. Denmark stood up from his seat to get a better look. Iceland had stopped eating his dinner and stared at the girl. Sweden looked at her, not showing his confusion as to why Finland ha brought a girl into their home.
Tino quickly explained, "I found her. She's a new country. She prefers to be called (Name)."
"Wow that's sweet! Mama Tino!" Denmark laughed and Tino's face heated up. "Well I'm Mathias!" he pointed to Norway and Iceland, "That's Lukas and Emil. And the grouch over there is Berwald." He smirked at the silent nation.
The girl looked at Berwald, he didn't seem mean or grouchy, "Hi, Berwald!" She released Tino's hand
Numb- EnglandxReaderxAmericaI'm tired of being what you want me to beNumb- EnglandxReaderxAmerica in Drama More Like This
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
She looked down at her shoes and away from the infuriated Englishman that towered above her. Flinching at his hurtful words, she remained silent. As he repeated what he'd always say, she'd begun to believe the words. She would never make him proud.
His bushy eyebrows furrowed more as she heard the words that he would always say before dismissing her.
"You are worthless."
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
She sat in her room, tears streaming silently from her eyes. His words went to her core. Always penetrating the walls she'd tried to build around her. She knew she would never be good enough for him. He made it known with every mista
Spains Prisoner 6"No." The boiling Spaniard repeated in annoyance, glaring at the Brit beside him. "No."Spains Prisoner 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ah, but why not?" The Englishman replied slyly, turning slightly on the stool as he took yet another swig of his rum. "It would benefit us both and you know that, so what is the matter with you? Too afraid of losing your precious little south Italy?"
"You do not need to know my reasoning, Kirkland! Just my answer, and my answer is no!" Antonio raised his voice threateningly though it seemed not to faze the pale man in the slightest.
"Alright, alright. No need to yell, I may be old, but I can hear fine."
"That must be a fib, since you can't seem to hear my answer and keep asking on."
"No, it isn't that, my good man. It's only, this request of mine would be highly effective for you and your beautiful country and I only want what is best for you and your little Italian. But, if your final answer is refusal, there is very little hope of becoming allies and friends of any sort, old chap, so I shall be g
Spain's Prisoner 3Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he ?Spain's Prisoner 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this.
He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being familiar. This wasn't his room no this was He gasped, the rush of everything that happened crashing into him like the waves outside. "Dammit, Bastard!"
Romano felt small, warm tears well up in his hazel eyes as he kept glancing around for anything that would tell him this wasn't real. He wasn't in Captain Antonio's room and last night he hadn't
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
Spains Prisoner 7"Let go of me, dammit!" Romano screamed, kicking and howling curses and threats as Alfred threw him into an empty room, quickly shutting the door before he could crawl off the floor where he was thrown. He had woken up as the American moved him out of his tight embrace so he could put him in the room. But, when he found he was no longer in Spain's safe arms, he yelled and tried his best to get away from his former playmate, but to no avail.Spains Prisoner 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once it was locked, Alfred went back over to Arthur, trying his best to ignore the yelling that continued through the oak door and kicks that sent annoying bangs through the cabin they had settled into.
"Do not look so worried, my love. I promise you, this will help us and our countries. We aren't going to hurt the boy as long as we stay here. We're just steering Spain into the right direction." Arthur cooed to him softly, not fazed at all from the commotion and ran one gloved hand through the caramel hair of his underling. He pushed himself forward
Spains Prisoner 5Romano stared uncertainly at the Spaniard whose lap he was still sitting on. "B-Bastard. Why are they here!"Spains Prisoner 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England raised a large brow and grinned a little. "What? You expect being a pirate's slave would be smooth sailing, little thing?" He cooed mockingly, causing the little Italian to shiver and clench cowardly onto the Spaniard's coat.
It was quiet between the four. Alfred just kept swinging his feet playfully as he sat beside Arthur, who only looked between the other three while sipping his large jug of rum. Antonio had wrapped his arms protectively against the quivering boy in his lap and kept his eyes cautiously on the Brit.
Finally getting annoyed by the silence between them, England slammed his glass down, motioning for a refill and attention. "Rude as always, Antonio!" The Brit scoffed. "Not even bothering to introduce your new comrade to us or talk?"
"You don't need to know his name!" The Spanish man spat back quickly.
England rolled his eyes. "I know his name, stupid twat.
APH-Spain's Prisoner1Spain's prisonerAPH-Spain's Prisoner1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano gasped as he was pushed onto the hard wooden floor of the Captain's "office" room. He'd been stolen from his home. Him, just a simple sixteen year old Italian boy, was stolen. Stolen and imprisoned here on this pirate boat, after being beating to the point he couldn't move, then thrown harshly on the floorboards at the auburn, leather boots of the Captain. He winced as the tip of one of those boots pushed his chin up, tears and blood staining his tan face.
"This is him?" Romano heard a low voice say though he couldn't see much but the blurry outline of the figures because of the tears still fogging up his hazel eyes.
"Wh-What Wh-Why am I here?" He strained, his throat still clogged from his earlier sobs of pain. But he only felt a pain in his side as one of the crew members kicked his side roughly, telling him only to speak when spoken to.
Romano curled in pain, twitching and crying again like before though he couldn't stop it. He wondered if he was going 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 8Spain rushed towards the smoke he saw. Darkening, the murky smolder illumed through the horizon the tops of the trees made as he ran. Soon enough though he made it to the flames licking tall and crackling loudly, daring him to come closer. He glanced back and forth, running around the cabin that he could barely see through the threatening blazes.Spains Prisoner 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He growled in infuriation, huffing as the heat made the sweat pour from him. "Damn " He muttered, but froze as the faint noise of horrified screams was heard over the laughter of the fire.
"Lovino " Antonio whispered softly, knowing it was him. "Lovino! Lovino! I'm here!" He shouted back, unsure if his was heard over the cries of the flames. "I'm coming, Lovino!"
Again the Spaniard searched desperately for a place the fire did not engulf so he could get into the cabin. Again, he found none. He snarled louder, circling around until he found the door. Quickly he back up before rushing towards the closed opening blanketed by flames. He
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 12Spain's prisonerSpain's Prisoner 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew cried out muffled screams and pleas though the man's hand blocked them out. He was wiggling, tossing back and forth as he was dragged towards the coast and his energy was slowly being worn out.
They moved across the warm sand, the moon lighting their way across the sparkling beach as they walked. Moving farther and farther away from the little town, soon the only thing Matthew's violet eyes could see when he looked left and right were the dark trees of the thick forest, the merciless waters of the sea and of course, more sand.
Gabriel smiled as a large ship came into view. It was pleasantly decorated, eagles carved neatly into the wood. The bow formed skillfully into an elegant angel, arms stretched out to hug the waters it crashed into.
But this wasn't Arthur's ship
Still, the thing seemed so acquainted to Matthew though as he squinted, staring at it in awe, he couldn't put his finger on its familiarity.
"Fetch the Captain, I have something f
Request: Spamano: Valentine T.V.WARNING THERE IS SOME LANGUAGE said by Romano obviouslyRequest: Spamano: Valentine T.V. in Romance More Like This
They snuggled on the couch. Lovi pouting as Antonio put his arm around him.
"Just let me watch TV in peace, bastardo!"
"Let's see what else is on," he replied completely ignoring Lovino. Antonio clicked the remote and flipped through the channels. He stopped on a Spanish channel.
"Can we watch something we can both understand?!"
Antonio laughed as Lovi stole the remote from him. He punched in some random number hoping it was something in Italian to get back at Antonio, but it was wheel of fortune. Close enough, he could still beat him in these questions.
"Welcome to our Valentines episode of wheel of fortune!" the host said.
"Perfect show, Lovi!!" Antonio said.
"Let's play a game! Whoever guesses the word right gets to do that action to the other person."
"Ok, the topic is emotion. We have Ludwig going up first!" the host announced. Ludwig spinned $100 and guessed the letter N. One of five of the boxes l
SuFin: Ski Trip"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.SuFin: Ski Trip in Romance More Like This
"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.
"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"
Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.
"Here let me help!" Tino said, but he just got a death glare from the quiet Swedish man. "Or you could just take both."
Tino opened the door and flicked on the lights. He took a long sniff and sighed; "I missed the smell of this cabin!" he took off his scarf and beanie. Berwald took the suitcases to the room. "You could just leave them here!" Tino called. No response.
Tino cooked a wa
Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day"Ok, I need to return the pickaxe, and buy some cheese balls, napkins, goldfish, and canned tomatoes," you went over the list again in your head. Walmart. You parked your car and got a cart and walked across the parking lot. You had the pickaxe in that cart and walked through the automatic doors.Request: RomanoxReader: Have a Terrible Day in Romance More Like This
At the entrance there was an employee handing out smiley face stickers. He had dark brown hair, amber eyes, with a random curl sticking up. "You have a return? Over there ma'am," he pointed off to the counter to your right. He handed you a sticker, "Have a terrible day."
He was upset to have this post, you could tell. You looked at his nametag and said, "Thanks, Lovino," you walked the cart over to the counter. A cheery man that looked exactly like Lovino except with lighter hair called you over to the counter. Next to him was a serious blond man with bright blue eyes.
"Welcome to Walmart! I see you brought back the pickaxe, what was wrong with it?" you placed the pickaxe on the counter.
Wedding: EnglandxReaderArthur took you out to the beach after having dinner with him. The two of you walked hand in hand on the sand along the orange, glistening water. You kicked off your shoes and ran to the water and he followed right behind you, struggling as he tried to roll his pants up. "Hey hold on a minute!" he called. You turned around and laughed as you watched the Englishman struggle. Finally he caught up to you. The two of you splashed water on each other.Wedding: EnglandxReader in Romance More Like This
"AH!! ARTHUR!!" you cried after he got your hair wet. He only laughed and ran away as you tried to get revenge. You chased after him, but he stumbled and fell in the wet sand. You heard him curse under his breath. His clothes and face was covered in the moist sand. "C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragged him to his feet, and walked him over to your shoes where a towel was. The two of you sat down in the sand.
"This is my new coat too!" he cried.
"Oh don't be a baby," you said. You picked the towel up and dried his blond hair like a child. You h
Gerita: Why?We were having coffee at an Italian café. Just him and me. We were talking about pasta, and pasta, and more pasta. He obviously refused to change the subject, but I allowed it. I loved his sweet smile. I loved his little curl.Gerita: Why? in Romance More Like This
"Doitsu, I got this watch from Japan the other day!" he shoved his wrist into my face. I saw the small hearts along the rim. "Every time I look at it, I think of you! Ve~"
I smiled slightly. I don't know why I love him, but something about his personality caught me attention. "That's a nice watch Italy," I replied.
"You really think so?!" he yelled. He raised his hands in the air and knocked over my coffee and it spilled all over him. "Oh no!" his smile quickly turned into a frown. I got out of my seat and wiped the coffee off of his shirt. "Thank you, Doitsu!"
I grunted. I walked back to my seat and checked to see how much coffee I had left in my cup. There wasn't much left. He smiled instantly as if nothing happened. I loved his smile.
"I went to big brother Fr
Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves'Another day,' you thought to yourself. That English bastard had been dragging you to these world meetings for the past six months. Of course you could never go inside. You were only a territory. 'I wish I could just move out of Arthur's house and live on my own.'Request: PrussiaxReader: Gilbird Approves in Romance More Like This
At least it was a nice day out. The sun was out with a few patches of clouds covering the sky. A little yellow bird was chirping in a nearby tree. It flew closer and closer to you. Eventually it was standing at you feet, "Why hello there," you said. It just chirped.
"His name is Gilbird," a voice said. You looked up and saw a man with silver hair and peculiar, red gleaming eyes.
"He's your bird?" you asked.
"Yup, the awesome me owns that bird," he said arrogantly.
"I've never seen you around here before," you said.
"Mainly because I'm too awesome to come here in the first place," he sat next to you and Gilbird flew to his shoulder.
"Umm ok. So why are you here now?"
"B-because my brother is uh . Forcing