Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.
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.
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
Crack Fairytales - The Tomato PrinceOnce upon a time in a land far, far away from here lived a handsome prince named Antonio. Antonio was prince of the wonderful and beautiful Tomato Kingdom and the prince had a happy life there; the citizens of the kingdom loved him and they knew that he would be a great and powerful ruler.Crack Fairytales - The Tomato Prince in Humor More Like This
However, there was just one problem.
When it was time for Antonio to take the throne, he would need a Queen. A King could not rule without his Queen after all.
Antonio had met with many princesses from many far away kingdoms but not one of them was what he was looking for. Time was running out for the prince and Antonio needed to find his future queen right away. The problem was, was that he didn't know where to start looking.
But he would have to start somewhere, right?
And so he did. The prince packed essentials and informed the kingdom that he would not return until he had found a suitable Queen. His family and loyal subjects wished him well and the prince set off on his long and tiring journey.
Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
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The 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
Just One Date- Ch1Pairing: SpamanoJust One Date- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
Blessed With A Curse- Ch15Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch15 in Romance More Like This
What the fuck was taking him long?!
Lovino paced back and forth his apartment, hands gripping his hair and his breathing quick and panicked. Feliciano would be all right... he would be just fine. He probably went out and forgot about the pasta... no, that wasn't like him at all, he would never forget about the pasta. But that didn't explain the state of his room. Things were knocked off his desk, as though he had backed up against it in retreat, his bed was a mess... as though he has scrambled over the covers in order to get away. The door was open slightly, as though he had almost made his escape but had gotten there too late. And the blood on the window ledge... well, Lovino didn't even want to think about that.
He felt sick. He didn't know where his brother was but he had a good idea who had taken him.
"I bet it was that potato bastard..." Lovino muttered to himself as
Blessed With A Curse- Ch16Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch16 in Romance More Like This
"So... what are we going to do now?" Lovino looked between the three vampires questioningly. After their little discovery, all four of them had been on edge. Antonio had kept his arm securely around him, as if he would disappear into thin air if he dared to let go. Gilbert looked serious for once and Francis' thoughts were so preoccupied he slipped into French when talking to them. Lovino had mulled the situation over in his mind and he had no idea what he was supposed to do in order to find his brother. Antonio said it would be all right and he had no choice but to try and believe him.
"I'm going to take you back to my apartment," Antonio said, "You look like you need some rest."
"How am I supposed to rest when my brother could be in danger, asshole?" Lovino demanded; the tone in his voice harsh. Antonio merely sighed and replied, "You can't stay awake all night... and ma
Call Me Maybe?Pairing: SpamanoCall Me Maybe? in Humor More Like This
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
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Spamano: 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
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
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.
DenNor: Forgotten Part 3I wake up.DenNor: Forgotten Part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
That's it. One moment there is nothing, and then the next I'm awake. That's it.
There's a dull throbbing in my head. No, not dull. The longer I remain in existence the more prominent it becomes. I feel my eyes clenching shut against the ache.
My eyes. I don't want to, but I open them.
In an instant my senses are flooded with images. The pounding in my skull quickens, and I shut my eyes immediately against the pain. Ah. The darkness is nice and minimal, and for a few minutes I rest.
But then I'm curious. I take a cautious sniff to the air. Alcohol, I decide. The medical kind.
How do I know that?
Ever so slowly this time I pry my eyes open once more. They take a moment to focus (I have the feeling they haven't been open for a while) but when they do I find that I have a pretty clear view of the room I'm in. It's very...white. I appear to be lying down in a...a bed. Its called a bed. There are patches of black and grey, like on the TV in the corner (that stands for t
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
Migraines-Spamano"Sheesh, isn't that idiot awake yet?"Migraines-Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino Vargas, personification of South Italy, sat back in his chair in his boyfriend's kitchen. It wasn't usual that Lovino woke up before that annoying Spanish bastard, so the Italian was a little curious as to why Antonio wasn't up yet.
The couple's morning usually operated as such. Antonio would wake up at an extremely early time in the morning and start working on some really elaborate breakfast that completely wasn't needed. After a few hours of working, he would then go back into their bedroom to wake Lovino with a smile, the Italian growling about how he didn't want to get up, even though he did so anyway. Once they've sat down an eaten, they would get on to what ever they had to do that day...which usually involved Antonio bothering Lovino at terrible times in the day.
It was different today since Antonio wasn't up and smiling like usual. This morning was just to...foreign.
"I better go see whats up...stupid moron." Lovino sighed irritably
Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"Snow Day: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
He had to trip over himself some to keep up.
"You'll see, it'll be fun..."
Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.
"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"
Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.
Then, bending slightly so he could look Romano in the eyes, Spain casually put his mittened hands in his long-coat pockets, a smile of warmth and reassuring upon his face, though it hardly worked on Romano, whom proceeded in leaning away some.
"It'll be fun, I promise, so... please?"
His eyes were glowing in an odd way, and Romano could simply feel the excitement S
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 _4_ Another lit. He was getting pretty frequent at standing outside his home, lighting the long sticks of cancer, blowing smoke into the air as ashes fell slightly now and again. The air began to get chilly again, winter was still upon them that January, he could tell it would be a cold one, drearier than any other. Usually, he was warmed by the aid of someone at his side, but this year, he'd be completely alone, and he had a feeling that not even the fire's glow would warm him this year. Then, he noticed someone walking past the wall on the outskirts of the courtyard, a curl protruding from the right of her hair, such, familiar hair. Letting the cigarette drop, he crushed it there with his foot, walking out into the snow ridden grassland, toward the girl passing by.The Trip That Was a Mistake: Spamano _4_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. god.. honestly yo- stupid..."
She turned, she wasn't really sure who she was expecting, and to be completely
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ He knew smoking was a bad habit, and that, long term, it could lead to cancer, and then death, but he continued to smoke, he continued to suffocate himself through the fumes and fog he gave off each time he'd done it, but he needed some way to console himself, to break away from all his thoughts. Any normal human being may have gone mad by now, but being a country, this wasn't the case, he had to keep himself composed for the people that lived in Spain. He'd lost the one he'd loved and pushed away the one that loved him, things were truly set in the dimmer side of life.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, a young boy rested peacefully in a large bed, suddenly, he began to shiver violently, wincing and creating other noises as he tossed and turned. A young girl, much resembling said boy, entered into his room, flipping a light switch in the hallway just outside his room.
Unconditional SpainxRomano"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!"Unconditional SpainxRomano in Short Stories More Like This
"You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!"
It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian.
"You always... run from me... why?"
"Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!"
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic.
"You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!"
"Romano... what d... what are you talking about amor?"
Spain's hand rose to pat Romano, but it froze with Romano's next bust of words;
"No one really likes me! No one ever has! They always want something out of me, and you do to! I know you do! You wouldn't treat me this way really, especially after... how I treat you... and how I run away..."
"Is that how you really feel?"
Romano was surprised
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_"Oi Spain.. I was thinking we should proba-"The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_ in Short Stories More Like This
Romano stopped, there was the Spaniard, standing there alone, proud, happy, wind blowing through rugged brown hair and casual dress. He looked so content, so pleased, so.. amazing, standing there in a solemnly pleased way. It made, for once, Romano smile so warmly, warmer than the scene that stood before him, he was happy too, he was actually happy.
He was horrified, he was absolutely terrified of walking through those huge heavy doors, afraid of what everyone would think, what everyone would say... but.. it wasn't too awful, for he wasn't alone, there was someone at his side now that would protect him with all his might, and that made the thought of his return all that more bearable. Thus, the two stood outside the big doors.
"Are you ready Mi Lovi?"
"Stop calling me that... and... yeah.."
The doors swung open with creaks and complaints on their old age, and closed with loud bursts
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ A love ever lasting, is a painstaking thing to find.. it can take numerous tries before you find the actual one, and now a days, people either give up, rush into it, or are too cautious... take your time to find the other half of your puzzled life, and.. never believe that there is no one for you, chances are, they may be feeling the same way.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4Spain's Lost Diary: 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Death. Its among us sometimes, but we can't let it refrain us from living.
This is really important.
Recently, we had a friend pass away, we went to a funeral, we mourned. You didn't seem to quite understand what was going on, looking around at all the tears on people's faces, but, someday you will.
It got me to thinking about, what would happened if I were to die? Where would it leave you? How would you cope, how would you feel about it?
Well there are some things I want you to know, if I ever do die. First off, please, don't mourn too much Lovi~ Mourn as much as you possibly need to, to move on, and then do. Don't get sucked into the past because you can't find me around anymore. Don't let others get lost either, find a way to bring yourself up, and then carry them as well. I know that sounds hard, and I know, its foolish for
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano"Why are you staring at me like that?"The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.
"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"
"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."
"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."
"No! I'm not letting you drag me into this again! Leave it alone!"
With this, Romano left the table, taking his newspapers with him. It left Antonio some time to think things through, and then, he came up with an idea.
The next morning, Romano awoke to an unusual alarm, and looking around the room, he found Spain's phone next to him on the mat
If It's Love ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Mcdonalds. Or their awesome old playgrounds that no longer exist because life sucks.If It's Love ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If It's Love
Chapter One: And unexpected growth spurt
Lovino sits on a swing in front of McDonalds kicking up the dirt in front of him angrily. Why? Because if he can't kick Feliciano in the face, he will kick the dirt instead. Earlier today the little bastard had begged and pleaded for Lovino to join him in the park since his boyfriend, Ludwig, was busy. Lovino of course gave in, but as soon as he arrived, what did he see? Feliciano clinging to his stupid boyfriend.
Lovino continues his self-pitying and assault on the dirt beneath him until he hears a strange noise. He looks around and sees no one else at the park. Figuring it's his imagination, he continues with what he was doing. Until he hears it again. Listening closer, he realizes the sound is that of a crying boy inside the h
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All I want for Christmas is you
Romano returns to the home shared with Italy all by himself. His stupid younger brother decided ditching him for a certain macho bastard was a better idea, not that he cares. No, he doesn't, at least where Italy is concerned. If he was to be completely honest though, he'd have to admit there is one person who's absence from his house is making him maybe a little lonely, slightly.
That person is Spain; the clueless idiot he has been dating for centuries. Yes, centuries. As soon as Romano's body was of age. However, the length in which they have been dating is not the point; Spain's stupidity is. In all the centuries they have been together he and Spain rarely ever spend the holidays alone with one another.
He honestly doesn't mind the yearly parties with the other countries, no matter how fucking crazy they get. All he wants is to spe
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Spain wakes up feeling dizzy and having trouble breathing. His nose is stuffed, head is throbbing, and his throat feels as though a cat has been using it as a scratching post. Today is definitely not going to be a good day.
"Oi! Bastard! Wake up! We're supposed to harvest the tomatoes today, remember?" Romano yells, his voice echoing through the house.
"Lovi " Spain calls in a hoarse voice before Romano finally comes into his room, the anger on his face changing to what looks like annoyance.
"What the hell? You look like shit!" Romano waits for the man to respond, but only gets a strange mumble from him. He quickly walks up to Spain and places a hand on his head. "D-damnit! You're sick? Seriously? Ugh "
Spain nods and looks at Romano with sad eyes. "Lovi would you take care of me?"
" Is something going on with the government?" Romano asks.
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Chapter One: There's something growing inside me
Lovino has been bothered. Very, very bothered. Last week he met a strange guy who ran a café he likes for their amazing cappuccino's, his name was Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Granted, he was annoying and way too friendly, but Lovino has never seen anyone so fucking hot. Unbelievably hot. He thinks about him day and night, especially night. Just thinking about him makes Lovino's face heat up. Among other things.
It's all just WRONG. Being so attracted to someone is horrible and a waste of time. And, at the moment, very unprofessional. Why unprofessional? Lovino is currently at work. He got a job last summer working for his stupid brother's bastard of a boyfriend who always smells like potatoes. The job isn't big, he's just a 'lackey' (he refuses to say secretary) for Lu
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Chapter Two: A Guardian Angel
Lovino stares at Antonio annoyed. It hasn't been two hours since the man got there and he's already making himself at home; using the shower without really asking, raiding the fridge and cupboards, and finally stealing the remote. The bastard has a lot of nerve. "So how long does this adult thing last?" He asks annoyed and Antonio smiles at him.
"I will stay an adult forever as soon as you say you love me." Antonio answers before frowning a little. "But if you don't I will go back to being five and I won't remember you "
"How long until that happens?"
Lovino sighs. "You want to maybe I don't know explain how the hell a fairy made you an adult?"
Antonio smiles again. "Of course! You see, when you left I was still upset! I was upset aaaalllll night and was sent to bed without dinner. When I was crying in my room he came."
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The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter Five: Sour Patch to Acid Tongue
Antonio wakes up with Lovino clinging to him in his sleep and tenses up a little. "U-um Lovi " The Spaniard calls and Lovino whimpers, hugging him tighter. "Non mi sento bene " The Italian boy whines and Antonio frowns, awkwardly placing his arm around the boy. "Mi Pobrecito chiquito " Antonio coos and Lovino groans. "Shut up...my throat hurts " He mumbles and Antonio tilts his chin up, seeing the boy's eyes dark and clouded. "Ohhh my! This isn't good! I will go get Matthew, or Feliciano or someone who is good with sickness."
Lovino goes to whimper but instead coughs. He covers himself up in the blankets and whispers. "Get me medicine." Antonio nods. "Of course, Lovi. I'll see you later." He goes and runs into, of all people, Bella. "Where is Lovino?" She asks and Antonio l
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Chapter Six: How not to stalk
It has been a week since Antonio started working at the restaurant and as soon as he started Lovino has started up a new habit. Every day after school, or around three on the weekends, he will go to a café across the street from the restaurant. It's not that he is stalking, of course, it's simply observing the surrounding area that just so happens to be near Antonio's work while enjoying a nice drink. With a hat and shades on. For fashion. Not a disguise. Because he isn't stalking.
"Ah! Stalking today as well I see!" Matthew teases and Lovino glares at him.
"I'm enjoying a drink! Who would I be stalking?"
"A certain good looking, and quite popular, Spaniard in the restaurant across the street. So tell me, how are the cooking lessons going with him?" He asks and Lovino looks at him confused.
"Cooking? What do you mean?" Lovino asks and Matthew looks at him surprised.
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Chapter Nineteen: Seven Years Later
It has been seven years since Antonio left his family. The entire thing has actually gone surprisingly well. He lived with Francis through high school and part of college, which he got into with a bunch of financial aid and scholarships. When Romano graduated they went out and looked for a place, finding a nice apartment in town that is no more than fifteen minutes from everyone.
Romano and Antonio themselves have been doing well, in fact tonight is the night Antonio plans to propose. Antonio graduated a year ago and now has a steady job as a higher position in the restaurant, where Romano is close to graduating in the culinary arts and business. This way he can own the restaurant when his father gets old like Romulus, and he himself, wants.
"Hey Antonio, what are you spacing out about?" Romano asks, making Antonio blush.
"H-huh? Me? N-nothing!" H
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Chapter Seventeen: Out goes one problem and in comes another
Romano stares out the window with his brothers as their father leads their mother into the car. It's heartbreaking, and while he is still and poker faced, Feliciano isn't. The younger Italian clings to their youngest brother, sobbing so violently that his whole body is shaking. Marcello isn't holding up much better himself, as he holds his older brother. He is not sobbing, but silent tears are streaming down his face; whether they are ones of anger or sorrow Romano doesn't know and would never dare ask.
His brothers have broken down, as to be expected, but Romano refuses to. As the oldest it is his job to keep calm and be there for his younger brothers. Once she leaves Romano moves over to them, hugging them close as they cling to him and cry. It's difficult, keeping calm and not letting even a tear fall, but he manages it. The other
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Chapter Five: New day
After such a long day, and successfully getting Antonio a job with Gilbert and Francis, something Lovino isn't sure is quite a 'success', the two of them finally head home. As they walk down the street Antonio sighs and wraps his arms around Lovino's shoulders from behind, resting his chin on top of Lovino's head.
"Lovi~ I'm tired~!" Antonio whines and Lovino huffs.
"You're a grown man, walk on your own."
"But my Lovi is so warm and soft "
Lovino fumes. "Shut up you pervert!"
Antonio suddenly falls silent and comes to a stop, making Lovino stop as well.
"What the hell are you-?" Lovino stops himself when he sees what Antonio is staring at; a missing child poster with a far too familiar face. " Oh "
"They're looking for me ? I thought their memory of me would be erased " Antonio mumbles and Lovino simply sighs.
"Thank god Francis and Gilbert gave you
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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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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
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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
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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
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It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
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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
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You closed your eyes and replayed last night's phone conversation in your head.
"FELI! I miss you so much "
"Veh~ I miss you too, mio amore (1)."
"How's the business going?"
"Mmm. Good," he responded evasively.
"Still not allowed to tell me what you do?" you asked.
"Mi dispiace, (2) love. That's classified information."
"Can't even tell your own girlfriend? You better not be seeing someone else over there, Feli," you teased.
"Veh~?! Of course not!! I would never!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry!! I honestly can't tell you anything about my workreally!! Orders from the
boss You understand, sì? (3)"
You sighed in defeat. "Ya, I guess," you mumbled dully as the familiar feeling of bitterness whipped your heart. Yeah, you understood. Didn't mean you had to like it, though.
"Anyways," you digressed, trying to seep as m
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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
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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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There he is again.
No, not Feli.
The older one.
The one with the darker hair, the tanner skin, the bright hazel eyes.
The one who always wears a scowl on his face as he looks at the ground, never meeting the gaze of anyone, never greeting his peers, his lips always set in a flat line.
Si, that one.
Antonio stares at him, his green eyes widening, and his stomach fluttering slightly.
Francis nudges him and wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ohonhonhon, looks like someone's in love," The French boy says, a lewd smile present on his face.
"I don't even get why you like him. I mean yeah, the kid's really hot, but he doesn't seem that fun to be around," Gilbert remarks with a shrug as he glances at the Italian, who lifts his head to give the cafeteria a quick once over, before sulking toward an empty
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It 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.
Copper Curl Part VIISleep was impossible. Each toss and turn and shift in position made discomfort increase. Germany's eyes stung whenever he opened or closed them. His breathing was heavy and his heart pounded in his ears. And the short periods where he would doze off, he was plagued with disconnected images and memories of a little girl with a copper curl, of a broken promise, of a kiss of ItalyCopper Curl Part VII in Romance More Like This
And now he knew. They weren't someone else's memories being passed down to him. They were his. All this time, Germany has been recovering from major long term amnesia. His name wasn't even Germany for Christ's sake. He was really he was
He was the Holy Roman Empire.
He always had been. And World War I was not the first time he had been introduced to Italy.
The thoughts played over and over again in his head. He couldn't handle this. Germany thought that if he had figured out what the hell was going on, he would be at peace and things would go back to normal. But no. He wasn't expecting this
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"It's so great to see you; it feels as if I haven't talked to you in forever!"
"Isn't it so nice of Antonio to invite me over for dinner?"
"Don't you like my new dress? I decided to wear it when Toni told me to come over."
Bitch, get out of here.
Giggle. "Spagna is so sweet."
Is that a dreamy voice I hear?
I am about to have a fucking hernia right now.
"Eh sorella...you are alright, si?" Feliciana asked in what sounded like a genuine tone. I allowed myself to glance at her, standing in the middle of my room, adorned in a dainty (expensiveasfuckinghell) pink dress that looked like it barely covered her ass.
Her coppery eyes were wide and innocent as she stared at me. Her lips were set in a charming grin, and her head was tilted gently to the side, her long, smooth, curly brown locks spilling over her shoulders elegantly. I can't even begin to describe how out of place she looked, standing in my massive tornado fuck of a room.
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The Canadian sat on top of the toilet (thank God these toilets actually had lids), hugging her knees, and trembling slightly from shock, fear, and embarrassment. Gilbert's face kept flashing through her head. He knew. Dammit, he definitely recognized her as the infamous anonymous chick he screwed at Francis's big party. The situation wouldn't be half as bad if it weren't for the fact that Elizaveta will most annihilate her, and that Meg was pregnant.
Oh God. Pregnant. PREGNANT.
Meg felt another wa
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
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"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
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It's hopeless. I know that it's happening again.
I will lose them all. I will watch them fall one by one, watch as the walls splatter with red crimson, watch as the lights leave their eyes
I won't let it happen. Not this time.
But what can I do? Everything I've tried was fruitless. Every single time, at least one person dies. Just when things seem to be going right when they are so close so very close, someone falls.
I bite my trembling lip as the tears spill from my stinging eyes. I sit on the wooden floor, my legs weak, and my body aching. Dark blood stains my clothing and drips on to the floor the constant sound of the drops hitting the wood taunting me..
It's not my blood.
It's way too silent here.
The shadows dance around the corne
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Emily F. Jones
I rubbed my eyes and sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror.
It was unnatural to see myself like this. My curly golden-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few locks framing my face; and, I was dressed in a white collared shirt, a tie, and a pair of lose dark trousers. I winced.
I looked like a very small, feminine man.
Alfred told me that it was best if I dressed as unfeminine as possible; they would take me more seriously. I internally scoffed at the idea, but I could see his point. It's going to take a while for everyone to accept that I am going to be the sole personification of America for a while, and that I'll be carrying out the rest of this war possibly the reconstruction process.
I needed to make an impression, and I don't think anyone would take me seriously if I showed up in the usual skirt or dress. Maybe if it was Elizaveta or Natalia, it would be alright. But not me.
I, Emily F. Jones, was just
Copper Curl Part IIGermany tapped his foot nervously. Despite the generally comfortable atmosphere, his body felt outrageously stiff with unease. He gazed at his empty plate that was set neatly in front of him. His warped reflection glinted back at him from the shining surface of the white plate and he grimaced. Now that Germany thought more about it, he realized that he was rather touched that the usually irritating nation was going through all this trouble to make him dinner.Copper Curl Part II in Romance More Like This
Even if it was the usual pasta.
Yet the usually comfortable and casual air was strangely sharp as Germany felt his breath growing shallower with each second. Why had that strange moment between he and Italy affected him so? For all he knew, his mind could've just synthesized those images.
But no. That wasn't it. Those images were lucid, yet illusive at the same time. They struck a strange chord of familiarity in Germany's mind. A sense of strange unnerving familiarity that could only be obtained through a sort of memory.
Did he ju
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"Just a bit more!" Antonio replied cheerfully.
"Which just means that you really have no clue?"
"Lovi, all that matters is that you're here with me, mi amor." Antonio draped his right arm around Lovino's neck, other hand still on the steering wheel.
"BASTARDO! STOP! BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!" Lovino grasped Antonio's arm, and threw it off of him, giving him a death glare. Antonio smirked, but did as Lovino told.
"I don't even know why I bothered to agree to go," Lovino mumbled peevishly. Antonio's smile brightened. Lovino was so adorable when he was in denial.
Antonio parked the car on the dirt road. They stepped out of the car. Antonio took a deep breath, "Ah! Smell that fresh air!"
"Something better than the smell of you," Lovi said. "Let's unpack our stuff," he ran to the trunk and carried bags of food.
"Can you grab the sleeping bags?" Antonio asked.
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I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?
"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"
The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that "
I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tiredbelieve me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.
I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said softening. "What is it?"
"Well " the little voice squeaked, "I had a nightmare "
The child whimpered, and then buried her head into my chest.
"I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS NO MORE PASTA OR WURST LEFT!!!!"
I tried to stifle a snort. This was the nightmare?
"That would be bad," I said awkwardly.
She looked up at me expectantly. What?
APH-SpamanoIn my defense, I'd like to point out that my writing sucks, I usually don't write romance, and this is my first time writing these two. The file was being stupid. There's my excuses.APH-Spamano in Short Stories More Like This
To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was best to humor the country before he actually had to pay attention.
"France and Prussia are coming over for dinner!" Spain beamed like this was great news.
"What!" Romano leapt upward with a fair amount of cursing.
"What's the matter Lovi?" Spain looked so adorable with his head tipped curiously to one side that Romano had to fight not to let a blush slip
APH - Spamano - Left BehindSpain hated it.APH - Spamano - Left Behind in Short Stories More Like This
He hated Romano.
The Italian left him. Romano left him all alone, left without a care. Free, just like he always wanted to be.
Roma didn't even care that Spain loved him. He had loved the Italian with all his heart. He did still, even now.
Spain hated Romano for making him love him.
He hated Lovi for leaving him.
He hated his Lovi for leaving him alone.
Spain was so selfish. For wanting to be with Lovino, when there were plenty of other people who had wanted to live who were dead.
Spain stared at the mangled body. He was numb. Numb.
Romano. Romano couldn't be dead. Couldn't be. He just-
Blood was in his hair; Spain only knew that because he'd brushed at it. It was congealed and cold, stiffer than the rest of his usually soft hair.
His face was also stained with red, some darker than others so it was a blotchy black on the pale skin; Spain wished it was clean, in some impossibly sane corner of his mind.
But...but...but Romano couldn't be dead. R
APH - Spamano - FeelSpain can feel the wetness seeping through the soft, bleached cotton of his shirt, salty tears soaking his shoulder.APH - Spamano - Feel in Short Stories More Like This
He wraps an arm around Romano, pulling the Italian closer to his side.
Romano, for his part, just sobs louder, clutching at the fabric like it would anchor him.
Spain breathes reassurances from between his lips, and the tears flow faster. The auburn head shakes violently, keeping out the healing words.
Spain wonders why the Italian was upset, but the answer comes soon enough.
Italy. Italy and his friends and his just utter perfection. Even Spain has to admit that Italy has virtually no flaws.
And the Spaniard doesn't want someone with no flaws, because - as sick as it might seem - he loves to see this side of Romano; he loves to see the Italian finally show him his soul, loves to watch the walls between them break down and crumble to dust.
APH - SpaMano - The Written WordHey! I want to talk to you!APH - SpaMano - The Written Word in Romance More Like This
Because you're cute! Look, you're blushing!
I'm NOT blushing!
Yeah you are! You look like a tomato!
Sorry I got you in detention, bastard.
You attacked me because I said you looked like a tomato O_O
My head hurts.
I don't doubt it. Stupid.
Hey! I'm not stupid! :''(
Yes you are.
I don't care.
You're still cute.
I'm not answering you.
So cute! :-D
This is how you got in detention in the first place...want to make it twice in one day?
Then shut up.
Hi Lovi! :-D
...why are you writing me a note when you're right across the fucking table from me?
Because I like writing you notes! You look so cute!
Aww, you look like a tomato!
I will hurt you.
You wouldn't do that to me, though, would you?
Yes, I would.
APH - Spamano - You're LyingWarnings: 2nd person pov, language, and possible OOCness. enjoyAPH - Spamano - You're Lying in Short Stories More Like This
The first thought that jumps through your mind is that something is wrong.
You run through the list in your mind as you struggle to open your reluctant eyes.
Blanket and pillow? Check.
Clothes? You shudder at the thought, though you don't put it past France. Check.
Alarm-oh, there's no alarm, you realize as you finally force your eyes open. Everything is blurry for a few seconds as you blink the ceiling into focus.
You know you should get up, but you don't want to. The bed's so soft and warm with your body heat. Your arm is tucked behind your head for support, but it doesn't hurt; instead it's rather comfortable.
Turning your head and cracking your neck, you look at the clock that was supposed to be playing your alarm.
3 hours ago.
APH-Spamano-Da Capo Al FineDa Capo Al Fine - from the beginning, start overAPH-Spamano-Da Capo Al Fine in Short Stories More Like This
Kisses don't mean love. They don't even mean forever. They are well aware.
Things aren't as sweet as they could be, or should be, for them. It could be sweeter than cotton candy - perhaps sickeningly so - but it isn't.
What they have isn't love. They know this too.
What they have is desperation and alcohol making their tongues slow and heavy with the taste of vomit and cheap booze and something chilling and numbing like the taste of chloroform.
So when they lay on the bed with the sheets on the floor and their limbs tangled together and sweat drying cold, the only thing keeping Romano from leaving is the look of almost-adoration on Spain's face and the slightly loving way he wraps his arm around the Italian.
So Romano stays.
Comprimario - with the first, a supporting role
Romano knows that Veneziano is the favorit
APH - Spamano - His RomaWarnings - blood, death, Yandere!Spain, and overkill of the word "he". Enjoy!APH - Spamano - His Roma in Short Stories More Like This
Someday. Someday, Roma will be his.
The green-eyed devil watches the Italian with a narrowed gaze. He's talking with his brother, looking annoyed.
The devil ponders this. No...it isn't right. Roma shouldn't be annoyed.
His Italian's brother leaves the room. The green eyes follow him, and soon the body picks itself up and floats after the younger Italian.
"Ve~ Spain-nii." The chattering voice is so annoying, too high and too happy.
Lips curl up as one of them shrieks. He's not sure which one of them is screaming, but it's abruptly cut off.
The annoying voice will talk no more. How nice.
Hmm...now he's covered in red. It's such a pretty color, he thinks. Pretty and thick and dark.
Why not wear it out? A perfect accessory to capture his Italian's attent
APH - SpaMano - Reincarnation"Is this the end?"APH - SpaMano - Reincarnation in Horror More Like This
The voice is clipped and unemotional while the owner is trembling slightly, not that he'll ever admit to that. He's too stubborn.
The reply - if there was one at all - is lost to the explosion a mere twenty feet away; the two men huddled in the trench flich simultaneously as someone shrieks, high pitched and terrified. It echoes slightly before silence falls yet again, heavy and cloying.
Antonio never thought that it would actually come to this. He'd signed up with a naive smile on his face, eager to do his duty. He'd made friends, even. What a fool he had been.
Another explosion, closer this time, makes the dirt shake and jump, prompting more screaming from the lost, the afraid, and the fools who belive that screaming will help them relieve their fear.
For an instant, Antonio can almost make himself believe that this hasn't happened, isn't happening, like it's a dream. It certa
APH - SpaMano - What is Love?Love is something that he can't explain...It's like a bug trying to break free of a spider's web, constantly writhing and squirming against its prison as the predator watches on with a toothy grin curving along its hideous face.APH - SpaMano - What is Love? in Romance More Like This
Love is...a poison. Poison, acid, a venomous disease that eats at tissues and muscles and that one vital organ that'll eventually shrivel up and die, turning black as blood ceases to pump through it.
Love means that you'll break. Fall and shatter into millions of reflecting peices, each accusing the other of making them tip over and smash, of being less than worthy of the love given.
Love isn't a disease that can make a person bedridden, or cause a fever - perhaps a fever of a different sort - or produce the retraction of chyme up the esophagus that we so elegantly refer to as vomiting.
Love makes you weak.
Needless to say, love is never something Romano thinks he'll exper
APH - Spamano - Cat and Mouse Red. Bloody red, grisly scarlet, gory ruby, whichever you please. Or, if you so choose, sweet release, calm acquittal, fiery Hell, lovely Heaven.APH - Spamano - Cat and Mouse in Horror More Like This
Such beautiful terms to describe the same thing; blood and death. That's all those pretty things are, really, wrapped up in sparkling paper to soften the blow.
Why is sanguinary Death so frowned upon, so shunned by its merry, vivacious counterpart of Life?
The acidly bright-eyed demon asks himself this, calmly, thoughtfully, as he coolly ponders in one corner of his impossibly-insane mind the meanings of such biases.
His eyes, wide with his own insane mirth, follows a single person, an exclusive nation that has somehow attracted his attentions, with an almost-singleminded concentration that seemed subconsciously willed.
Why doesn't he appreciate what he does for him, the hellion wonders, almost sadly. He tries to help, he does try to he
Spain's Prisoner 3Romano woke up as his body rocked back and forth as the waves crashed against the ship roughly. His half-awake mind was bothered by a horrible headache and his body ached. Sweat strained his tan skin and he could feel the warmth of a blush on his cheeks still. Where was he ?Spain's Prisoner 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rolled on his side, only getting a sharp pain from his vital regions coming back up and shooting through his spine. He groaned, still unsure what had happened to cause his body to be so sore and sticky from sweat. It wasn't that hot where ever he was, so he wasn't sure why he was like this.
He sat up, despite the pain, and glanced around, nothing being familiar. This wasn't his room no this was He gasped, the rush of everything that happened crashing into him like the waves outside. "Dammit, Bastard!"
Romano felt small, warm tears well up in his hazel eyes as he kept glancing around for anything that would tell him this wasn't real. He wasn't in Captain Antonio's room and last night he hadn't
Spains Prisoner 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
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "Hetalia Academy 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Spains Prisoner 4Romano was silent, the blush on his cheeks even brighter than a few minutes ago. The crew members that had already or hadn't yet eaten and were on deck couldn't help but smirk and chuckle at the sight of the humiliated boy walking around in a pink dress. Romano knew they were all staring at him walking behind their captain so he kept his watery, hazel eyes on the wooden planks of the floorboard.Spains Prisoner 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He kept trudging deadly until he ran into the paused Spaniard's back. "Wh-What? Why did you stop, bastard?" Romano growled into the man's back, but was ignored as he heard him laugh in the door way of what he guessed was the mess hall because of the aroma illuming from it.
He could hear the shouts of many crew members, yelling there good mornings and greeting to Antonio. Who, didn't hesitate to answer each of them with that silly grin, a wave and a "Good morning" back.
"Hurry up, dammit!" Romano mumbled angrily to the man who suddenly turned around and grabbed his hand in his own. "W-What are y
Spain's Prisoner 18"Al!" Matthew cried, and the group turned to look. "Alfred!"Spain's Prisoner 18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Don't worry, Mattie. The hero is here!"
The Prussian growled. "Not for long, he isn't." He hissed in annoyance, standing he let go of the younger boy. His lengthy, pale fingers curled over the handle of his knife strapped at his side. He was tired of this boy. "I'm going to rid the world of you once and for all, boy."
"Men! Watch this battle and cheer for the death of a man! The Turkish warrior, Akbatun against the opposing force, a prisoner of Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt, Francis Bonnefoy! Let it begin!" A voice ran through the stadium as the Prussian climbed the stone steps leading him towards the crouching American.
The crowd screamed and hollered as they watched the Frenchman begin to take on the Turkish man, not noticing the two in the stands with them glaring coldly at one another.
"You will not ruin this, boy." Prussia snapped, watching the teen back away as he finally leveled with him.
Still, the dirty blonde clenche
APH-Spain's Prisoner1Spain's prisonerAPH-Spain's Prisoner1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano gasped as he was pushed onto the hard wooden floor of the Captain's "office" room. He'd been stolen from his home. Him, just a simple sixteen year old Italian boy, was stolen. Stolen and imprisoned here on this pirate boat, after being beating to the point he couldn't move, then thrown harshly on the floorboards at the auburn, leather boots of the Captain. He winced as the tip of one of those boots pushed his chin up, tears and blood staining his tan face.
"This is him?" Romano heard a low voice say though he couldn't see much but the blurry outline of the figures because of the tears still fogging up his hazel eyes.
"Wh-What Wh-Why am I here?" He strained, his throat still clogged from his earlier sobs of pain. But he only felt a pain in his side as one of the crew members kicked his side roughly, telling him only to speak when spoken to.
Romano curled in pain, twitching and crying again like before though he couldn't stop it. He wondered if he was going t
Spain's Prisoner 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
Spains Prisoner 5Romano stared uncertainly at the Spaniard whose lap he was still sitting on. "B-Bastard. Why are they here!"Spains Prisoner 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England raised a large brow and grinned a little. "What? You expect being a pirate's slave would be smooth sailing, little thing?" He cooed mockingly, causing the little Italian to shiver and clench cowardly onto the Spaniard's coat.
It was quiet between the four. Alfred just kept swinging his feet playfully as he sat beside Arthur, who only looked between the other three while sipping his large jug of rum. Antonio had wrapped his arms protectively against the quivering boy in his lap and kept his eyes cautiously on the Brit.
Finally getting annoyed by the silence between them, England slammed his glass down, motioning for a refill and attention. "Rude as always, Antonio!" The Brit scoffed. "Not even bothering to introduce your new comrade to us or talk?"
"You don't need to know his name!" The Spanish man spat back quickly.
England rolled his eyes. "I know his name, stupid twat.
Spains Prisoner 6"No." The boiling Spaniard repeated in annoyance, glaring at the Brit beside him. "No."Spains Prisoner 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ah, but why not?" The Englishman replied slyly, turning slightly on the stool as he took yet another swig of his rum. "It would benefit us both and you know that, so what is the matter with you? Too afraid of losing your precious little south Italy?"
"You do not need to know my reasoning, Kirkland! Just my answer, and my answer is no!" Antonio raised his voice threateningly though it seemed not to faze the pale man in the slightest.
"Alright, alright. No need to yell, I may be old, but I can hear fine."
"That must be a fib, since you can't seem to hear my answer and keep asking on."
"No, it isn't that, my good man. It's only, this request of mine would be highly effective for you and your beautiful country and I only want what is best for you and your little Italian. But, if your final answer is refusal, there is very little hope of becoming allies and friends of any sort, old chap, so I shall be g
Spain's Prisoner 19They rode on, tearing through every little village and town, not stopping at the markets that were scattered around like bombs for wanted criminals.Spain's Prisoner 19 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We can't stop, Spain. They'll be looking for us, and though I doubt any of these places have a bounty on our heads yet, it won't be long and those stupid guards will be on our tail once they figure out our path." Arthur muttered in annoyance, the Spanish accent rambling in his ear like a tiring bee.
He waved his hand to shoo the man away, urging the horse on farther.
"Arthur, we haven't eaten in weeks. At the most some bread every few days, we're starving!"
"Yeah, well, I was shot and fell in the ocean, you think I feel good either!" The Brit snapped back roughly.
The Spanish man grumbled, crossing his arms he looked behind him at the others. Canada was still limp and dead regarding against the wall of the cart but the two Italians held onto one another in an interwoven embrace that seemed inseparable.
Antonio's back was barely brushing a