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.
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
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 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 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
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
A Pirate No More: Spamano It pained me to see him stumble into the house, to see him collapse on the couch, laying a bloody sword wherever he could upon the floor, even if it were in the walk way. It pained me to hear him wince and yell and shake his head as he tried to get situated the best he could. Yet... I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him, for I was young, and I was terrified. I hated his pirating days. I absolutely loathed them, because there were many days he came home like this, but I never knew what was ailing him, because I never got close enough to ask. I was too terrified, being out on the salty sea that tickled the bottom of his ship, taunting it with its unknown ways, had changed Spain, it changed him for the worse, it made his blood thick, and dark, and he in general, had an unnaturally blackened heart.A Pirate No More: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
His voice broke me from the trance I was in, the trance that filled me
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _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
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
Paint Cans: _Spamano_ The paints were all set out, the smell of them swarming the room and consuming any free air left, yet the smell didn't cause him to feel nauseous, for he already had those feelings. Reaching out, he picked up a thin brush and inspected it. Rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger, he thought, loosing himself in said thoughts, as though he were drunk with each thought that appeared.Paint Cans: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
'The way he smiled with her,'
'The way he was so kind...'
Suddenly, it hurt to think, his mind throbbed and he stumbled slightly, dropping the brush and holding his head, breathing heavily. Yet he shook it off, he dismissed the feelings and went back to his painting, replacing the paintbrush with another, a thicker one. The white canvas taunted him, what was he to paint? Would he even be good at painting? Probably not. He hadn't painted since the day his younger brother had shown him all of his art, and he knew he'd never be great enough at this to su
Apartment of Four: Chapter 12: No More Running "Wake up please... C'mon Roma..."Apartment of Four: Chapter 12: No More Running in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rested his forehead against the boy's... how utterly cold it was. It was an unexplainable coldness, a lifeless cold? Those words didn't quite cover it either.
Spain's head rose as he felt fingers pull at the cloth that made up his shirt.
"H-he's breathing! He's breathing!"
Seeing Romano's chest collapse and revive again was the most amazing sight in the world, at least to Antonio, whom returned to holding Romano close.
"We're okay now... he's going to be alright..."
"Hmmmh.. what is it?"
"My brother isn't all bad..."
Germany turned his vision away from the plane's window, staring at Venenziano, who at this point was fiddling with a children's coloring book, they had the plane ride home to themselves.
"He's a lot stronger than me and even though no one sees it,
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The Pirate's Treasure
Chapter One: His royal merman
Mermaids are beautiful creatures, no matter the gender. They, like most living things, have a sort of hierarchy. It consists of royalty, high class, middle class, all those that are in human societies. The main difference between them and humans, aside from the water and tails, are their royalty. Unlike human royalty, mermaid royalty have earned their crown.
In their blood lies special abilities; their tears create the most valuable jewels on land and water, and they are able to go on land by sprouting legs. For many years a common misconception was their inability to come on land, then they thought all of them were capable of it. It was only a few years ago, when a merman from the waters of northern Italy came on land for a man he loved.
He informed the world it is only their royalty with these abilities, and others that he
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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
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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
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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
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Chapter Thirteen: His royal day out
Lovino watches as Antonio and the other men dock them, shirts flying off as they get overheated in the summer sun. Naturally the whole thing disgusts the prince; men showing off their bare skin and the sweat dripping down their toned chests-truly a gross sight to see. Of course when he first arrived above water he was foolish enough to try and go naked, but that was from mere ignorance. How could one be so purposefully vulgar?
"Hey! Lovino!" Matthew calls, bringing the prince out of his thoughts. "Did the captain tell you what we are doing here?" He asks and Lovino shrugs.
"Not really he said it was a surprise." Lovino mumbles, his eyes not leaving Antonio, whose hair is now out of its normal ribbon and draping over his shoulders in a completely non-appealing way.
"A surprise, huh?" Matthew asks, watching in amusement as Lovino gawks at
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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 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 Eleven: His Royal Battle
Peter and Marcello wander around the town; Marcello trying to find Peter's crew and Peter desperately trying to avoid them. He doesn't know much about Antonio, but he can't just knowingly introduce the man to someone who wants to murder him. Purposefully going as far away from where he knew the men had been before, Peter looks around feigning confusion. "How weird, I don't see them anywhere. I was so sure they would be around here."
"Oh really?" Marcello asks unconvinced. "Are you positive you are not trying to avoid them because I wish to kill one?"
Peter tenses up. "I-I just he and Lovino get along really well, you know ? If you killed him you might hurt Lovino."
A dark look comes to Marcello's eyes. "I do not wish to have my brother close to a man who would kidnap him. He must die."
A shiver runs down Peter's spine before he turn
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Chapter Ten: His Royal Brother
Lovino wakes up with an intense feeling of melancholy. Last week Antonio informed him that he could not leave, so he cannot see his youngest brother. Today they are docking in some random town to get supplies and all Lovino wants is to get away long enough to see his brother, just a little while. He knows Antonio won't allow it though, the man 'needs' him around.
A heavy sigh escapes the man's lips as he sits up in bed, paying no attention to the man next to him. It isn't fair to be torn between two brothers. Why could his father stop at him? Was that so much to ask? Lovino's eyes going to the large tub of water still in Antonio's room. The water has been changed every few days, even though he does not go in it. Perhaps it will help him clear his head. Granted it isn't large enough to do laps or anything, but surely it will feel good to return to
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Chapter Four: His Royal Landing
Lovino paces around Antonio's room, his face bright red. He's been on the ship for a month now, creating his quoted amount of jewels every night, yet he is still mistreated! Every time he leaves the bedroom, Antonio comes out of nowhere and latches onto him so people believe they are 'together', since apparently that is the safest thing for Lovino. It's such a big title that everyone only calls him by 'the Captain's lover' or 'the Captain's mermaid', its degrading! He has a name!
Not to mention all of the touching and strange words like 'honey' are annoying. Why would he want to be some sticky human food? Just the thought of being sticky grosses him out. It must be an insulting name.
"Lovino, we're arriving at port soon." Antonio says, entering the room where the boy is pacing. "Ahhh you're still worked up over a simple slap on the ass? You nee
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 22It was late now, days after they had arrived to Russia's home. It has been snowing every second of every day and every night. Italians weren't made for this kind of weather!Spain's Prisoner 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Still, Canada hadn't gotten better though doctors treated him almost 24/7. France refused to leave his side and the whole thing gave Romano a shady, almost sickening feeling that left him uncomfortable and unable to sleep.
Lovino's hazel eyes were heavy though he kept them open, staring emptily at the ceiling above him. He glared at all the tiny cracks and straggly elevations that were imprinted into the ceiling's warm color.
Each member of the group had been moved into their own bed rooms now. Each one was still warm in color and blankets piled on top of one another on the wide beds, but no room seemed as peaceful and inviting as the other they had been in before with the fireplace. It just relaxed Romano as he stared into the fire burning in front of him, surrounded by his new friends, though he'd never tell them
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
Spain's Prisoner- 21It was cold. No, that wasn't right. He was frozen, he knew, but he couldn't feel it. The only sensation running through his body now was an extraordinary, anesthetized numbing save the faint sting throbbing slowly from his chest. Somehow he could tell he was no longer in the bloody snow though he couldn't force his eye lids to open and his hearing was low.Spain's Prisoner- 21 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That little Italian got the worst of it, da. I was surprised he actually lived this long." Romano heard the dim sound of the unfamiliar voice with the slow, thick accent from before. "But no matter now, what did you come here for again, Captain Arthur?"
Arthur? England he was awake. That must mean this voice belonged to whoever it was they were on their way to see, didn't it? Or maybe he really was just dead, or dying and hallucinations were over taking his mind. Who knew? Maybe such illusions didn't just happen in the dessert, in the freezing cold too?
I want to move. The Italian thought harshly to himself, but his body
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 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
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
Spain's Prisoner 10"Feeling any better?" Spain questioned softly. He was lying beside the smaller Italian on their bed, his tan hand slowly stroking the boy's auburn hair while his immobile one stayed lazily by his side.Spain's Prisoner 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's been over a week and I still can't walk because my legs were burnt almost off! Do you think I'm feeling better, idiot!" The Italian snapped emotionally, swiping the man's hand away with a harsh movement.
Though he was happy he did, Lovino couldn't wrap his head around the fact Antonio had rescued him like he did. Still, he was pissed off, alarmed and even more emotionally unstable as usual.
At night he found himself being jerked awake by nightmares of a certain English pirate and flames trying to devour him. Every time, his face was hot and his small body sticky from sweat but he knew the hot tears running down his face wasn't the perspiration. Thankfully, Lovino didn't think Spain noticed when he woke up like this, except for a first three nights where he was shaken awake by the d
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
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 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 15Today was Christmas morning, Lovino and Antonio woke up around the same time and joined everybody else in the main room. Ludwig was telling everybody what they should prepare.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, Canada you start the turkey and ham, America you make the sides, and Veneziano and bruder you two can start dessert."
Arthur walked up.
"Should I help America?"
Alfred looked at his small English lover and kissed his forehead.
"I think it's best that you stay out of the kitchen, Iggy."
The English man pouted a little bit, then kissed his lover lightly and sat next to Antonio.
"Good morning, where's Mr. Romano?"
"I think he's in there with Veneziano. Oh! By the way, feliz navidad England."
"Merry Christmas, Spain."
They hugged slightly like friends would and turned on the T.V. Absolutly nothing but Christmas specials, so Antonio just shrugged and chose any random one.
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a c
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 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 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 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,
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: 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
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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: 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
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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
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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
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
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
Spamano: 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.
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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
AusHun/PruHun: Wedding DressWhen the morning comes he'll rise at precisely six, just like every morning.AusHun/PruHun: Wedding Dress in General Fiction More Like This
He'll shuffle over to the shower and run some warm water before slipping off his bedclothes and folding them on the counter with neat creases. Then he'll step into the water gingerly. He'll wash his hair carefully and maybe hum a few bars of a composition that's been tossing around in his mind for a while. When all soap is free of his body he'll stare for an unusually long time at the tiles on the wall before twisting the water off and wrapping his towel around his waist.
Through the steam of the bathroom he'll make his way to the sink and splash some icy water onto his face and then lather it with shaving cream. Less ceremoniously than usual he'll drag his razor over his cheeks. He won't make eye contact with himself in the mirror.
When he's sufficiently clean he'll make his way back into the dark bedroom. He'll switch on the lights and then blink in the sudden brightness. Instead of heading to his closet for
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
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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
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
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
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Gilbert didn't really like to talk about it, but he owned a couple of journals. If you wanted to be difficult, then yes, you could refer to them as 'diaries.' Of course, he hadn't written in any of them for years. He was too awesome to be writing in some sissy thing like that.
Another thing Gilbert didn't like to talk about was Elizaveta. In fact, he didn't even like to think about Elizaveta.
Lately, he couldn't help it, though. Ever since Liz had left him for that that insufferable Roderich, his thoughts had begun to arbitrarily drift into memories, recollections, and fantasies about her. He realized that he had spent a whole week trying to recall the exact shade and style of her hair. He struggled to remember the exact hue of her spring green eyes, and that beautiful, wry smile; the smile that would always manifes
Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.Erased: A Depressing DenNor Oneshot in Drama More Like This
He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
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Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
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"I just love sunflowers," he mused happily, picking one up off of a nearby sunflower plant. "They make me feel warm, taking my mind off of the ever-present cold back at my place."
"Sure, er, sunflowers are nice!" you said nervously, not wanting to disagree with Ivan. There was still some doubt in your mindafter all, everyone did say that he was a dangerous and unpredictable country.
Changing the subject, you gestured to the hot sun, and asked, "Ivan, aren't you dying in all those clothes? It is summertime, after all," ending with a pointed look at his thick scarf, enormous trench coat, and heavy boots.
Ivan just smiled a mysterious smile, and stroked his sunflower. "I don't go anywhere without my scarf," was all he had to say about the matter.
You spent five minutes in silence, wondering what to talk about, when Ivan randomly said, "_________________, I'm terribly sorry, but I must be getting
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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 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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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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Antonio stared at his two friends wide eyed; they had found out. They had found out sooner than he had expected. Either they were very good at detective work or the culprit was very bad at staying hidden.
"You have found out?"
"Well I said we think we know," Gilbert said and looked at the sleeping Italian beside his Spanish friend. Antonio too turned his gaze to Lovino and the look in Gilbert's eyes told him that this couldn't wait until he woke up on his own. Slowly, Antonio adjusted his position and gently shook Lovino's shoulder.
"Lovi wake up "
The Italian groaned as h began to stir; he moved his hand to swat weakly at the vampire's chest, attempting to get him to leave him alone. Antonio chuckled lightly, but didn't let that deter him. He shook the Italian's shoulder once again, this time slightly harder, "Lovino, wake up. This is important
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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
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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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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What the fuck was taking him long?!
Lovino paced back and forth his apartment, hands gripping his hair and his breathing quick and panicked. Feliciano would be all right... he would be just fine. He probably went out and forgot about the pasta... no, that wasn't like him at all, he would never forget about the pasta. But that didn't explain the state of his room. Things were knocked off his desk, as though he had backed up against it in retreat, his bed was a mess... as though he has scrambled over the covers in order to get away. The door was open slightly, as though he had almost made his escape but had gotten there too late. And the blood on the window ledge... well, Lovino didn't even want to think about that.
He felt sick. He didn't know where his brother was but he had a good idea who had taken him.
"I bet it was that potato bastard..." Lovino muttered to himself as
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Lovino rolled his eyes at his brother's excitement. The younger Italian was practically bouncing in his seat, his amber eyes set firmly on the large clock in the living room. It was as though he was willing time to go faster.
"Feliciano, seriously. It's only 6:30! Fuck " Lovino huffed and crossed his arms. As he remembered the conversation he and that insufferable Spaniard had earlier that day, a small blush spread upon his cheeks and he averted his eyes to the ground and kept them firmly away from his brother, who had by now looked away from the clock and was smiling in the other Italian's direction.
"I know, fratello! But I'm just so excited for you!" Feliciano beamed and jumped up from his position on the other side of the room and joined his brother on the couch. He smiled brightly and continued, "Don't look so grumpy, you'll have a lot of fun!"
"Honestly, you will!" Feliciano insisted and jumped up from his seat once again. With one last glance
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
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
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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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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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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
China x Reader: Secret Asian ManThe siren of a police car began to go off in back of you. You groaned and began to pull over, What did I do wrong?! You almost honked your horn out of frustration and anger, no one likes to get pulled over by the cops. It was a hot summer day in Arizona and you had the AC cranked up high, and your windows rolled up, so you weren't about to let some officer take you out of your happy island. The officer tapped on your window.China x Reader: Secret Asian Man in Short Stories More Like This
You only turned your eyes to look at him. He had a hyper-active aura about him. His eyes were slightly pulled; he had a clean cut face, and a clear face. His hair was long and pulled back by a red ribbon. You groaned and pulled down your window slightly, not wanting to see anymore of him, because of your annoyance.
"License and registration?" He demanded. You reached to the glove compartment, and took out the registration and pulled your license from your wallet. You handed it to him, not looking at his face, "Thank you."
You adjusted your mirror as he wen
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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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"You have got to be joking I am not going in there!" Arthur yelled.
"We need to go! It's the biggest mirror here!" You explained.
"___________, vhat if there are other fraus in there!?" Gilbert stopped. You turned and glared at both cowardly men.
"I thought you were awesome?" You said to Gilbert.
As if a dog had heard squirrel, Gilbert perked up and pushed Arthur in ladies' bathroom. You giggled and followed both men into the bathroom. Fortunately, there were no women inside of the bathroom, but there was the huge mirror Gilbert mentioned. It was taller than you but not wide. However, it was a good door to the other world.
"Now what?" Arthur said.
"It's easy." You looked back at Ivan and he walked into the mirror. Arthur yelled in fright when he saw the small Russian in the mirror, "Calm down! It's only Ivan."
"So, there really are spirits " Arthur mumbled. You smiled and held Gilbert's hand.
"I've only done this once
I Found You-Chapter 6. [ Hetalia/ Germany+ Italy ]It wasn't long until Italy reached the quaint little antique shop before he entered he wiped the tears from his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause Mrs Winmier any problems or make her worry needlessly. As he entered the shop the little bell above the shop door jingled indicating that someone had entered the premises. A voice called out from the back Italy knew at once who the voice belonged to.I Found You-Chapter 6. [ Hetalia/ Germany+ Italy ] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''Just a minute I'll be right there." Mrs Winmier said.
Mrs Winmier came hobbling out from the back room but when she saw Italy she quite shocked she hadn't expected to see him back at the shop so soon. She also noticed that Italy had lost his cheerful smile, she could tell from his eyes that he had recently been crying.
''My .my this is a surprise I never expected to see you so soon my dear so you couldn't stay away from my shop is that it!" She said this while smiling hoping to bring a smile to the young man's face.
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''Come on Italy what's talking so long?" Britain asked.
''Hold on a minute I'll be with you soon!"
Britain along with America, France and Japan had taken Italy to Frances home so that Italy could try on different maid outfits . After a huge argument they had all decided to go to Frances home since he was so flamboyant in his ways and the fact that he had a complete collection of different maid outfits from around the world. Although none of the other countries new why he had this collection and when France was asked he would just laugh and say.
''Because I love to see beautiful women in them!"
But somehow the others didn't quite believe this explanation so they just dropped the subject altogether.
''Hey Italy do you want some help in there?" America asked jokingly.
''No I do not, but you can tell France that there is no way I'm wearing these frilly see through nickers that's for DAM SURE!"
''What seriously France gav
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Just as the countries were about to reveal the numbers they had picked they heard someone calling from the back of the room.
''Hiya .. everybody!"
All of the countries turned round to see Finland and Sweden.
''Finland, Sweden when did you get here?" Britain asked
''Just now we heard about Italy's predicament and so we thought we'd come and help, here I brought some maid outfits that Italy might like to try on."
''Oh that is so kind of you Finland but tell me why do you have maid outfits?" France was curious about this.
Finland became nervous when asked this question, he laughed nervously and looked away while his cheeks turned a beautiful shade of crimson.
''Ah hahahahaha ..well you see .urm ..ahahahahahahahaha ..!"
France took one look at Finland then looked at Sweden who stood in silence and guest straight away .
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''Okay then all of you guys who are going to be dressing up as French maids would kindly follow me to your room's so that you can get changed!"
Britian, Prussia, Canada, Russia and Finland followed France as he lead them to their rooms so that they could change into their maid outfits.
Britain was not happy on how things had turned out, he had really hoped to see America dressed up as a cute little maid.
''BOLLOCKS I can't believe my luck!"
''Awwwww what's that matter Britain did your plan backfire?"
''SHUT UP YOU DAM FROG I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR SNIDE REMARKS THANK YOU!"
''Temper ..temper Britain ..after all this was your idea in the first place!"
''Yes .I know that .I don't need to be reminded by the likes of you!"
''So tell me why did you come up with this crazy contest in the first place?" France asked
''I thought it would cheer
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Italy knocked on the room door that Britain was currently using.
''Britain it's time to begin are you ready?"
''Yeah I'm coming Italy!"
It wasn't long before Britain came to out into the hallway where Italy had been waiting for him.
''Britain you look cute in that maid outfit!"
''You really think so, I'm not too sure about it!"
''No I mean it you look cute!"
''Well thank you for saying so Italy, come on let's go and get the others!"
Britain and Italy made their way to Prussia's room next, Britain knocked on the door this time.
''Hey Prussia you ready in there? , it's time!"
The door was suddenly flung open and there in the doorway stood Prussia with his hands on his hips as he shouted.
''Hahahahahaha ..I am awesome!"
''Well I see that nothing phase's you Prussia as usual!" Britain sighed.
Italy just laughed on seeing Prussia's outburst of confidence.
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People in the streets were laughing and cheering tears of joy running down their cheeks, they were happy because the war was finally over. All of the bloodshed, terror, mayhem and conflict had finally ended. Yes the people were happy all except one.
In the north part of the village stood a pub called The White Boar, the atmosphere in the bar was loud and jovial. Villager's along with soldiers from the U.S.A, Britain and even some German soldiers laughed and cheered. In one motion they all raised their drinks high above their heads shouting.
''HERES TO THE END OF THE WAR "!
Germany was not happy in fact he was completely miserable, he was sat in the far corner of bar. It was dark all except for the gentle glow of light coming from a lamp which hung on the wall. Germany wanted to be alone, forget everything that had transpired.
''Hey bar keep fetch me another one will yah"!
The bar keeper turned and looked a
Maid For You. 7 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi]After 20 minutes had passed everyone began to calm down their laughter subsiding as they wiped the tears from their eyes.Maid For You. 7 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''So then France tell us about the rules and what we have to do"! Britain said.
''Okay then guys first of all you will each take turns showing off your maid outfits;
just think of it like you're on a fashion walk where you walk down the runway do a little twirl while I describe to the judge's your outfit's."
''Hey France who's going first"? Britain asked.
''Glad you asked you will be going in order of the odd number format with Prussia going first since he was No.1, then Britain No.3, then Canada No.5, then Russia No.7 and finally Finland who was No.9."!
''I see so do we get scored on how we look as well as how we walk down the runway"? Prussia asked who was feeling confident.
''Yes but that is only half of it the next part is a little different"!
''What do you mean by different"? Russia asked.
''Well for the next half you have to walk down a slippery hal
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''Where ..are you ."?
Germany had been running all over the town square shouting at the top of his voice calling for Italy. He hoped that the young man with brown hair and hazel eyes would come running back and jump into his open arms with a smile upon his innocent face.
After a while Germany had to stop to catch his breath his usually strong and muscular frame quivered. As his heart pounded with in his chest, he gasped for more air his lungs craving more oxygen. He looked up into the afternoon sky, what he saw was not a good sign. For gray rain clouds had begun to form a storm was on its way. He had to find Italy as soon as possible before the storm could set in and so with a heavy sigh he set off once more in his search.
How did things
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Italy sighed as he stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom; how did he get into this mess he thought as he put the finishing touch's to the maids uniform he now had to wear. The uniform in question was a fancy, frilly French maids outfit, the colour of the outfit was cherry blossom pink. There were also red ribbons on the sides of the dress these same colour ribbons could been seen on the tops of the stockings which he had to wear. The apron was pure white with a floral motif that ran along the bottom, there were also tie backs which he had to tie in a bow. He picked up the pink choker and put it on at the front it had a red ribbon with a small pink rose at the center and last but not least he put on a pair of crimson red shoes .
Italy sighed again as he thought back to Saturday night when he and the other countries had gotten together at Germany's house to play a game of poker. That night luck had been on his side for he was winning and after four hours had passed he a
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'' But who's going first?" Came Germany's reply
''I will if that's okay with you Germany!" Said Italy
''That's fine please be my guest."
Italy smiled as he slowly laid his cards out one by one on the table top, the first card was the queen of spades, second was the jack of diamonds, third was the 10 of hearts, fourth was the 9 of spades and the last card was the 8 of clubs.
''A straight I bet you can't beat that!"
Italy 's cards showed that he had a straight which is a winning hand in the game of poker, he just hoped that Germany 's hand wasn't better otherwise he would loose the game .
''My . That is a good hand you've got there but I'm afraid mine is better!"
Germany smiled wickedly as he slowly laid his cards out one by one on to the table top, the first card the ace of hearts, second was the king of hearts, third was the queen of hearts, fourth was the jack of hearts and the last card was the 10 of hearts.
''I have a straight flu
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 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 (
Copper Curl Part IXAs usual, sleep didn't come easily for Germany. Romano's words tumbled around his head like an unstoppable and extremely annoying bowling ball. Since when did that tomato-loving dummkopf get so meaningful? Is it even legal for someone as unpleasant as him to give out relationship advice? And yet, Germany couldn't help but cling on to those words. He didn't understand why, but a lot of what Romano had said made a lot of sense.Copper Curl Part IX in Romance More Like This
He was Germany! When he loved someone, he wasn't supposed to just let them roll around in their own shit and misery. He had to go over there and do his best to fix it. Germany always had to clean up the mess that Italy left whether it be dropping some bread crumbs or tomato sauce on the floor, or getting him out of jail at one of the allied force's places. So why was he backing out now? This all has to be fixable, right?
But how would he fix it? Is he supposed to go in there and talk to him? Try and be gentle? Listen to him? Hug him? Kiss him? Germany felt hi
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
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There he is again.
No, not Feli.
The older one.
The one with the darker hair, the tanner skin, the bright hazel eyes.
The one who always wears a scowl on his face as he looks at the ground, never meeting the gaze of anyone, never greeting his peers, his lips always set in a flat line.
Si, that one.
Antonio stares at him, his green eyes widening, and his stomach fluttering slightly.
Francis nudges him and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like someone's in love," The French boy says, a lewd smile present on his face.
"I don't even get why you like him. I mean yeah, the kid's really hot, but he doesn't seem that fun to be around," Gilbert remarks with a shrug as he glances at the Italian, who lifts his head to give the cafeteria a quick once over, before sulking toward an empty
Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic requestWell, here you go sweetepie365! ! I hope you like it.Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic request in Romance More Like This
Yes, this is a Spamano songfic to the song "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Enjoy!!
It is cold. So cold.
I can't feel anything but the biting, whirling ice that eats away at my open wounds as it pounds mercilessly on me, the wind whistling in my ears, taunting me, telling me that I have failed.
I have been reduced to nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am crawling on my hands and knees, the icy snow rubbing against my already pale flesh.
Crawling like a lowlife. A piece of filth.
I've lost it all. Everything.
Everyone I had the slightest care about has been stripped away. All of my hope has been broken. My desire to live has been shattered.
I'm still crawling. I'm still crawling, constantly in broken motion, gritting my teeth as the never ending plethora of ice crystals shoots from the sky.
I need to find him.
Because, something tells me that he's still here.
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
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.
Copper Curl Part VIII"Kesesese, I knew that you couldn't handle your alcohol as well as I can!"Copper Curl Part VIII in Romance More Like This
Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
Caught In A Shitstorm part 8 - SpainXfem!RomanoYou know, it's funny… so fucking funny how shit works.Caught In A Shitstorm part 8 - SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
I'm. A. Fucking. NATION.
Or half of one.
You know what? Screw specifics. You know what I mean.
I never would've thought that I would be dabbling in the art of TEENAGE DRAMA. I mean, seriously. I feel sorry for all of those lovely inhabitants of Sicily and Rome… those members of the mafioso… those Southern Italians that hold themselves with a sense of intense pride and nationalism.
Well, wake up call, fuckers. Your personification is a spazz who's acting like a slut just to nab the man that she is so desperate to have.
I never knew that I would stoop so low as to agree to go out with Gilbert fucking Beilschmidt, no matter how fake our little relationship will be. This is a new kind of sad. This is obsessive to the point of…gah! Shit-sickles! I don't understand myself anymore. Si, I know that I am in love with Antonio. That is a painful, stomach-punching fact. But… he's dating my sister. My own sore