Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
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
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
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
Fiction: PruHun OneshotNOTE: This oneshot is loosely based off of the song 'Fiction' by B2ST. If you want to check the song out, see the description ^^Fiction: PruHun Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
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
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
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
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
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
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
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
Spamano fluff: Powercut.It was between the hours of seven and eight p.m. The power was out.Spamano fluff: Powercut. in Romance More Like This
However it was summer, so this didn't make a lot of difference. And June in Southern Spain isn't exactly famous for being a bit chilly. The sun had only just set; sky still pale behind the hills, but inky blue overhead. The perfect time of day for smiling whispers and gentle touches Antonio's favourite time of day.
As soon as the light bulbs had sputtered and died, along with the kitchen appliances, he dove into the dusty cupboard where they kept spare candles and matches, and whipped out a bottle of wine, apparently from nowhere. Lovino had rolled his eyes and muttered something about alcoholics. In five minutes flat the Spaniard had every shelf, alcove, and most of the floor covered with lazily flickering candles. He had thrown open the balcony doors to let in the dying sunlight, and the smell of the warm summer earth. He grabbed two wine glasses and threw every cushion he owned into a large pile in the centre
Spamano fluff: GardeningAntonio did not shut the door behind him, but left it open; leaving the slight breeze of the afternoon to sweep through the rooms, making the curtains whisper at their window frames. He didn't call to Lovino that he was home either he wanted to surprise him. A small smile on his face, he stalked through the villa like a cat, searching out his lover. His feet padded softly on the terracotta tiles as he hunted, slipping around corners and through arched doorways. Lovino was not in the living room, or the kitchen... perhaps he was upstairs taking a siesta usual for this time of day. But he was not there either. This upset Toni a little; he enjoyed sneaking into bed with his little Lovi to join his afternoon rest. Confusion turned to worry as he found more rooms empty, each lacking the Spaniard's significant other.Spamano fluff: Gardening in Romance More Like This
"Where are you, mi italiano precioso..."
He got himself a glass of water and recalled the night before, when they had lain together in a large pile of cushions, dr
SuFin: Breaking the SilenceThe only thing he could hear was the muffled crunch of their boots on the snow.SuFin: Breaking the Silence in Romance More Like This
Berwald insisted they go for a walk everyday in winter, if the weather allowed it. Exercise was important. He knew if it was up to Tino, they would spend all day by the fire, wrapped in faux fur or fleece blankets as the wind made the glass jitter in the window frames. He thought Tino at his most beautiful then; warm and content, eyes drowsy and limbs wrapped around the Swede.
The woods were still, the trees tall and silent under their sprinkling of frost and snowflakes. Still all Berwald could hear were their footsteps. Something felt wrong...
" 's cold." He attempted to make conversation, to shift his sense of unease.
Tino only nodded, with a faint flicker of a smile. His cheeks were flushed against the cold. Berwald always said he looked cute that way. Tino always said he felt embarrassed, and that made him flush all the more.
"Snow's startin' 'gain."
His second attempt to break the silence a
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
GerIta - Every EveningEvery evening, at precisely 9pm, Ludwig would take a shower. He would use unscented shower gel, and dry off with a standard quality white towel. Then, towel around his waist, he would shave with steady precise strokes, and watch the foam and water as it whisked away down the drain. He would glance briefly at himself in the mirror, to check his face for any irregularities or signs of fatigue, then switch of the stark tube light of his bathroom. He would pull on a tank top and some shorts, before un-tucking the cold sheets and climbing into a cold bed. It would be 10pm.GerIta - Every Evening in Romance More Like This
He would fall asleep, dreamless, in a blue-moon bedroom. He would rest.
Then it would start.
Strange, shifting people and places behind his eyelids, calling him by names he didn't know. Grey, faded faces and rushing whispers. Pain and disorder. Forgotten promises. A small hand reaching for his.
Then he wakes, his had outstretched, skin clammy, his cold empty bed suddenly hot in all the wrong ways.
Then he would do what he
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot pink monstrosity of a card.
"Pa! You're shaking all the glitter off!"
"Only the bits that haven't stuck. Now, we have to leave it to dry, d'accord?"
The oven timer pinged in the kitchen. Alfred shot to his feet and through the door.
"Alfred," Francis sighed, picking dried glue and stubborn specks of glitter from under his fingernails, "what
Arthur: Their Faces 2: SpainHe pushed Francis from his mind and shuffled his notes as Antonio shifted in his seat. It was always a shame when the Spaniard sat down it effectively hid his best asset. Well, second best asset, first being his smile. That beautiful, carefree smile that made you yawn and stretch back, content, in your chair.Arthur: Their Faces 2: Spain in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I'm sure it won't come to anything Arthur." Antonio sipped the ale he was given, pulling a face as it hit his tongue. "Do you not have any wine?"
Arthur finished his own drink and lowered his cup to scowl at the Spaniard. "I don't drink wine during the day. And neither should you."
Antonio laughed. "Come on Inglaterra, not even for your old friend?"
"Mmm, not 'friend' for much longer if you keep this up." Arthur ran his finger along the edge of his quill. It was rough; the fibres clumped together. He'd need some new ones soon.
"Ah Arthur, I've told you, it'll all come to nothing." He leant back in his chair. "Our monarchs are all talk, they always will be.
FrUK: On Horseback"Look, will you just shove a frog in it and get on the horse." Arthur was already on his own; a large bay Welsh Cob. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother did breed fine horses. Francis remained on the ground, holding the grey gelding at an arm's length.FrUK: On Horseback in Romance More Like This
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"I..." he flushed a little. "I that is to say there was always someone to help me."
"You can't actually be serious."
Francis didn't reply. So yes then.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur dismounted, and roughly helped the Frenchman into the saddle.
"Merci." He winked and the nudged the horse into a trot out of the yard, and into a canter when they reached the dusty field.
"Cheeky bastard!"Arthur grabbed his own reins and pulled himself back up. "Come on lad, let's catch up with the tosser before he injures himself."
This was when Arthur felt most at home. Yes, he enjoyed time spent in his garden, library, or stepping into his role politically when needed, but he'd swap any of tho
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
Just FriendsHe was sixteen when he first met him.Just Friends in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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
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
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
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
Spamano- Passing NotesThey sat with each other in complete silence; the way Lovino liked it.Spamano- Passing Notes in Romance More Like This
Antonio was not clinging to him as though the Italian nation were to disappear if he let go. He was not constantly rambling about how much he loved tomatoes. He was not attempting to sexually harass the eldest Italy brother or steal random kisses from him.
They sat in complete silence and Lovino thought it were bliss. He was able to get his thoughts together, and think about how much he hated that potato-bastard Germany and he could think about how much he hated his brother for liking that stupid potato-bastard.
The silence was all he needed, and it felt amazing.
Antonio, however, was devising something completely wonderful. It would make his Lovi think twice about hitting him on the head and calling him a stupid tomato-bastard and whatever else he loved to call him.
This would be brilliant and romantic and amazing and he would love him forever and ever and ever and ever... and so and so forth.
However, he just didn
Falling For YouPairing: PruCanFalling For You in Romance More Like This
Matthew Williams' life wasn't all that interesting. Nothing eventful happened to him, unlike his brother Alfred who always had a story to share. No, Matthew's life was boring.
He was seventeen years old; a senior in high school. School life for Matthew was troublesome to say the least. Hardly anyone noticed him; he was constantly ignored and in the halls people would almost always walk into him. In class he managed to avoid being asked a question because the teachers always forgot he was there, and when he did speak up, they always looked surprised. Though sometimes being 'invisible' wasn't a bad thing, he wished people would pay attention to him, like that tall Russian student who always sat on him and claimed that he didn't notice he was there. And again, there were times where he wished the 'invisibility' would stay, due to the fact that his brother was one for shooting his mouth off and Matthew ended up being the one paying for it.
But the fact that p
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- Ch1Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch1 in Romance More Like This
"Ve, Lovi! Why do we have to walk so fast?" Feliciano whined as he tried to catch up with his brother. Lovi... or Lovino, as he preferred to be called, huffed from a few paces away from his whining younger twin and replied haughtily, "Because it's dark, cold and I'm hungry damnit! Now hurry the fuck up! I'm not waiting for you again!"
The other Italian brother hurried to catch up and he fell in step with Lovino. He nervously looked at the other male and despite his bad mood, he struck up conversation, "Ve, Lovi! Don't you think it was nice that we got let off work early tonight? That means I get to talk to Ludwig longer"
"Why do you still talk to that bastard?" Lovino asked with a scowl. He really didn't like his brother's new boyfriend Ludwig. He hated him from day one... the moment he heard that ridiculous German accent, the Italian decided he loathed him. He absol
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
I like him, I love you -Spamano-"Hola Romano~!"I like him, I love you -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
Looking over my shoulder, I spotted the annoying Spaniard, waving his arms about trying to catch my attention. I sighed loudly and walked over to him, my face printed with a sour look.
"Ciao Bastardo, What do you want?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Can't I see my little tomato without a reason?" Spain huffed, pouting his bottom lip at me. I rolled my eyes as he failed to look irritated, because his eyes still had the green, sparkle of life in it.
"Though you're right, I do have something to ask you!" Spain grinned at me, his white teeth flashing as he grabbed both of my hands.
A dark red blush flooded over my cheeks at the contact, but I didn't pull away.
Mainly because I was head over heels for the Spaniard
"Well, what is it bastard? I don't have all day" I growled, my eyebrow arching in suspicion. Spain seemed to grin wider if it was even possible, and he gave my hands a gentle squeeze.
"Remember when you were younger, and I said that I was thinkin
Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano-(( I suggest listening to this while reading, It's 'Can you Feel the Love Tonight, the music box version, it just gives off a softer feeling.Can You Feel the Love Tonight -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of a rolling world can be turned away
An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you
"I don't see why I had to come as well, bastard" I grumbled under my breath while we hurried towards the French bastards front door. It was the dead of winter for fucks sake, why would we be having a small get together!?
"Because Lovi, it'll be good for you to get out of the house a bit more!" The brunette grinned in response, his wide smile visible in the moonlight lit atmosphere. I looked away from his smile to his eyes that shimmered green in the pale light, giving them a peaceful and calm look.
Ugh, get it together, Lovino!
"Oi! How would you know whether I've been going out the house or not?"
When you're gone -Spamano-I sniffled loudly and rubbed the back of my hand against my watering brown eyes, the icy coldness of loneliness suffocating me.When you're gone -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
'You idiot, you must have known at one point or another he would leave!' I thought angrily at myself, a large sob building up in my chest. Dammit, I needed him here! Why did I have to start shouting?!
"S-S-Spain " I whimpered as I buried my face in my hands, the aggressive sobs making my frail body shudder.
I needed him here oh god, I needed him
"I'M SORRY!!" I screamed at the creamy white roof above me, the tears falling thick and fast against my blotchy, pale face. Rolling over on my side, I hugged myself tighter to try and keep warm, squeezing my eyes shut at the same time.
I couldn't look at the vacant spot beside me
always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
Slowly I relaxed my eyes when they started
Dark Side -Spamano-there's a place that I knowDark Side -Spamano- in Short Stories More Like This
It's not pretty there and few have ever gone
If I show it to you now
Will it make you run away
I looked at the bastard that was sitting by the tree in the school yard, a happy and oblivious grin on his face.
It didn't even take me two seconds to turn and flee from where I stood, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I started to grit my teeth together, ignoring the damned Albino and French pervert that were calling out my name.
No! They had to be wrong!
The albino and the pervert had ditched Antonio by the tree for a few moments to talk to me, and they had told me that the tomato bastard was head over heels for me
No, that couldn't be right!
He couldn't love me I was sour and unfriendly
Unlike my brother of course
He was cuter, nicer, funnier, more sociable, and just over all better than I would ever be
I was just his big brother, but I was also his shadow.
Like Matthew was to Alfred I suppose
No one liked me
100 themes challenge - Names (Spamano)100 themes challenge Names (Spamano)100 themes challenge - Names (Spamano) in Short Stories More Like This
Erg, why did I come to that damn American bastard's party anyway?
Oh, that's right; Feliciano dragged me here, with his potato sucking boyfriend. I could almost spot thinking about it, but I just grumbled and slumped against the wall.
No one came towards me, which was good in a way, because everyone knew I was most likely going to curse at them and tell them to fuck off.
But of course, there were a few exceptions who didn't mine coming towards me
And that was that pervert France.
"Bonjour mon amour~" A perverted and thick French accent murmured behind me, warm warms wrapping tightly around my waist.
"Eh? Get off me you fucking perv!" I growled, squirming around in his arms. He just laughed at me, his arms tightening around my waist.
"Oh clam down mon amour, I wonder if you're this feisty in bed. Should we found out, oui?" He grinned, and my blood ran cold in my veins.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU PERVERTITO BASTAR
100 themes challenge - School (PruCan)School100 themes challenge - School (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
The most suckiest, annoying, depressing and sickening place on earth.
Other boys boasting about how big their dicks are, girls bitching about other girls, seniors tormenting the juniors
Times like these I thank whatever god that people can't see me.
That's right; Matthew Williams, the invisible senior.
"Oi, Alfred! You dipshit, you owe my five bucks from yesterday!" Some random had grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, angry brown eyes staring straight into my blue and purple ones.
"I'm Matthew, Patrick; ya know, Alfred's brother?" I had told this idiot for the fifth time today. Sure, I looked like Alfred, but come on, there were come major differences!
For starters, I had longer hair, with a long curl sticking out from the front of my head; second, I was shorter than Alfred, and third, he was loud, I was quiet!
"Don't BS me, Jones; you can't blame this on your 'brother'" Patrick snarled, and suddenly his fist had connected with my stomach, knocking the air out of my lun
100 themes challenge - Hardships (Spamano)I watched intensely out the window, my large caramel eyes scanning the sight in front of me, desperately trying to find the spaniard which took me in. I watched the gardens as rabbits hopped long the grass, and the yells of maids yelling to each other to get work done, not caring for me.100 themes challenge - Hardships (Spamano) in Short Stories More Like This
My eyes shot up towards the dark velvet sky, and suddenly a shooting star shot through the sky. I was never the one to believe in falling stars, unlike my idiota brother, Feli, but regardless I closed my eyes tightly.
"Toni... Come back..." I murmured, tears cornering by my eyes.
He said he would only be a month at sea
it had been a year.
It had been three years since that night of the shooting star, and since had hadn't come back, I had given up on all hope.
Without that tomato bastard here, the maids were cruel to me. They soon forced me to do most of the work while they just gossiped like a murder of crows.
I wiped the dirt of my nose and sniffled as I thought of the bastard again.
I wouldn't a
100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan)Eh, what was the use of me being in the world anyway?100 themes challenge - Names (PruCan) in Short Stories More Like This
Sure, everyone has a reason to live, right? They shouldn't go because they know that their family knows and remembers them.
Too bad for me no one knew who I was.
Just simple old Canada or Matthew, as I got people to call me when I wasn't at the world meetings, but they usually forgot.
I went to say hello to France, my papa as I called him, before and all he did was look at me blankly, and ask the all too familiar question.
"Eh, who are you again sorry?"
Even Japan didn't know me, and he had a memory as I heard.
No one really cared about me not even my own brother America remembered me!
If I was killed, or if I committed suicide, no one would care.
They'd find my body probably, but no one would remember who I was.
No one ever did
And, that's why I was here, standing on the roof of an abandoned building, my body shaking violently as the snow bet against my skin.
"Oh maple should I do this?" I groan
My Angel, His Demon -2-Ah, just how I felt the little demons sobs vibrate against my shoulder, I could tell he had been alone for most of his death life?My Angel, His Demon -2- in Short Stories More Like This
He may be a demon, but he had a soft side. Something I had never seen in such creatures before.
Ah, especially when Feliciano came down! I never knew two brothers could be apart like that!
But that was days ago.
Feli kept his promise and visited his brother most days, and I came to visit the demon also.
No That wasn't nice! He seemed too sweet to be a demon; besides the horrible language and constant attacks, he was sweet.
"Lovi~! I'm back!" I chirped and swung down the stairs, grinning widely
Oh I knew his silence was just a way of saying 'Hola!'
This was a different voice, a deeper one with a hint of authority to it. I turned the corner and saw Ludwig standing there, along with a sobbing Feliciano who was buried in the Germans chest.
"Feli! What's wrong?" I yelped, quickly running over to him "Where's Lovi?"
Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest-((Does have Spamano in it as well))Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest- in Short Stories More Like This
My amber eyes were burning.
Just watching my brother dancing and smiling with his new husband made me want to scream and rip these curtains behind me to shreds. I knew I would probably do that If I hadn't had this much control. I knew I would have done it, because my fingers were twitching and my claw like nails were digging into my palm.
I could feel the hot and sticky blood dripping down my palm, just like how any form of positivity was leaving my heart.
I could see how happy he was with the German, and how happy the German was with him.
But why couldn't I be in that stupid potatoes place?!
'Come on, Feli you're my brother, that has to credit for something. Can't you feel me; can't you feel the pain that's slowly killing me?'
Held my breath as the last wave pulls me under, under
What doesn't kill you makes you so much stronger, stronger
Can you feel this pain?
Rushing through these v
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
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
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
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
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
Spain's Lost Diary: 2Spain's Lost Diary: Page 2Spain's Lost Diary: 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.
"Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"
You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.
"Do you know how to cook anything?"
You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;
"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.
"Well I'll teach you.. how abo
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ He knew smoking was a bad habit, and that, long term, it could lead to cancer, and then death, but he continued to smoke, he continued to suffocate himself through the fumes and fog he gave off each time he'd done it, but he needed some way to console himself, to break away from all his thoughts. Any normal human being may have gone mad by now, but being a country, this wasn't the case, he had to keep himself composed for the people that lived in Spain. He'd lost the one he'd loved and pushed away the one that loved him, things were truly set in the dimmer side of life.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _3_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meanwhile, a young boy rested peacefully in a large bed, suddenly, he began to shiver violently, wincing and creating other noises as he tossed and turned. A young girl, much resembling said boy, entered into his room, flipping a light switch in the hallway just outside his room.
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ A love ever lasting, is a painstaking thing to find.. it can take numerous tries before you find the actual one, and now a days, people either give up, rush into it, or are too cautious... take your time to find the other half of your puzzled life, and.. never believe that there is no one for you, chances are, they may be feeling the same way.The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _5_ in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
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
Spain's sickDisclaimer: I don't own HetaliaSpain's sick in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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.
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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Chapter Fourteen: It's two-thirty in the morning, fuck titles
Romano wakes up with a pair of arms holding him close from behind and Nia curled up to his stomach. It feels comfortable and keeps him calm before last night pops into his head; his mother returning, he and Antonio confessing, and doing other things. While the things with Antonio were embarrassing, they don't bother him. It's the thought of his mother that makes his body tense up.
She's back, for whatever reason. Well, back isn't the correct word. Technically, she has never been to America before. Nonetheless, it's still weird. Not to mention suspicious. He knows Feliciano has sent her far more letters than just one recently. So why suddenly come now?
"Mm Lovi you're up?" Antonio asks, moving behind him to hold him even closer.
"Y-yeah " Romano mumbles, blushes as Antonio nuzzles hi
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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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Romano lived with Spain during his childhood, everyone knows this. They also know the two have been together since god-knows-when. What most of them don't know, with the exception of Prussia and France since that idiot Spain told them, was that it was actually Romano who fell in love first. He was hundreds of years old, but was still a little kid, when he realized it. It was just another typical day at Spain's house; the man had been gone for half a year, which was common back in the man's pirating days. Of course every time he left, whether Romano could admit it or not, the small boy would worry about the Spaniard. The brow bastard wasn't exactly known for his kindness towards Spain, after all.
But this time, when Spain came home, he was covered in blood. Some of his crew carried him into his room and
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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 Fifteen: A Future Ruined
It's been nine months since Antonio came into Lovino's life now. Lovino's busy with school recently as well, making their time together less and driving Antonio insane. There's only three months left until Lovino has to correctly state his own feelings to Arthur. It shouldn't be difficult, right? Well, wrong. He's still not sure what kind of love it is, or if it's the same thing it was back then but stronger; loving the attention and affection and not wanting him to leave. But isn't that love as well? Probably?
Lovino sighs to himself, contemplating all of this in his study hall until Arthur comes up. "You what the hell do you want?"
"Three months left, Lovino. So tell me, do you think you are in love yet?" Arthur asks, not in a mean way, but in a truly curious way.
"I...think I might be." Lovino admits and Arthur looks at him amused.
"Do you want to
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The Greatest Man In The World
Chapter One: You Could Do Better
Lovino lives in a church with his brothers Feliciano and Marcello. They have lived here since Marcello was around one, making Feliciano two and Lovino about three. Needless to say, it's all they know. Feliciano wishes to stay for the rest of his life, even become a priest, but Marcello and Lovino want more out of life. Lovino wants more for their lives as well. He is only sixteen, but he is desperately trying to get out already.
The people of the church are kind, except when they are bad of course, and then they are cruelly brutal. But they haven't gotten in trouble in probably three years. Feliciano is a good kid in the first place, Marcello is also pretty well behaved, and Lovino has learned when he can and can't say things. Which basically means he knows all the secret areas in the church grounds.
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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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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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"Come on, mi Lovinito! You're shivering!"
"Vaffanculo, bastardo! Like hell I'm going to even be caught dead with that on."
Sighing, Antonio looked over at the huddled mass that was his boyfriend (even though Lovino hated the word, it never stopped Antonio from using it). Despite the fact that he had his arms pulled inside of an oversized hoodie and wrapped around himself in a vain attempt to gain warmth, he still refused what was offered to him.
"But Lovi~" Antonio whined, reaching out with a long arm to poke the shivering Italian in his side. His hand was promptly smacked away (which was a real feat, honestly, with the other's hands still hidden in the jacket). "No one can see you here! Sure, you said that you'd rather use your own vomit instead, but please! Just take it." Lovino shook his head and scowled, refusing to meet Anton
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If you could know when you would meet your soul mate would you want to?
Tick... Tick... Tick...
The numbers slowly flashed by with each passing second, counting dutifully down as they had done for the past three years of his life.
Lovino just wished they would hurry the fuck up and reach zero already.
On the day of his fifteenth birthday, the timer had appeared faithfully, as it did for every person on their own, appeared on his wrist. The day it disappeared would be the destined day he would meet the person meant to be his soul mate.
When it first appeared, Lovino had been absolutely ecstatic. He had heard rumors, horror stories of the 'soul counter' never appearing. These people were always avoided, outcasted from society.
He was already an outcast of enough, shunned by his fellow peers in favor of hi
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Lovino fiddled with the cup in his hand nervously, sloshing the un-drunk liquid back and forth with each movement, his thoughts running wild due to anticipation. He tapped his leg anxiously against the ground, repressing the urge to run that rose in his chest as time passed at an impossibly slow rate. He knew he was getting stared at by the waitress, he could feel her gaze watching him apprehensively, as if afraid he would do something to her if she took her eyes off of him. But honestly, a menial waitress was the last thing on his mind.
Two days ago, he had met Antonio; he had met the person that was destined to be with him forever. He had met his match, the one who carried the same heart-s
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He refused to relinquish his grip, even as threats of bodily harm were thrown at him in angry and very rapid Italian. Antonio simply shook his head and tightened his grasp on the wall. There was no way he was going to move from that spot!
"This was your idea in the first place, idiot." Antonio grimaced, and risked casting a look over to Lovino, who was standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest.
"I-I know it was," Antonio mumbled, embarrassed. And he was really regretting it now as he slowly lost feeling in his fingers and his ankles began to cry out from stress of trying to stay upright.
" So why did you want to go ice-skating if you didn't know how to?" Antonio's fingers suddenly regained feeling and were aching now from the sheer amount of force he was using to
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He decided to skip his class that day, ignoring his teacher's call of "Go sit back down! What do you mean you're leaving? I'm teaching here! DON'T IGNORE ME YOUNG MA-" Honestly, he could have cared less about what the lecture on World History would have been.
His life had just been fucked up and turned upside-down and he had no clue how the hellhe could go about fixing it.
Walking back down the same path he had taken earlier to class, he couldn't help but stare at the newest marking that was now etched on his skin. It was, in a way, mesmerizing. The left half of the quarter-sized heart was a cheerfully bright green, wonderfully contrasting with the ruby red other half.
He vaguely recalled his brother's heart, which had appeared a