Blessed With A Curse- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.
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
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
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- Ch13Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch13 in Romance More Like This
The bright sunlight streamed through the small gap in the curtains. Lovino groaned and pulled the duvet over his head to block out the bright light. Staying up late was not a good idea now that it actually came to waking up...
Unable to continue sleeping, the Italian grudgingly removed the duvet from his head and sat up with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, Lovino sighed and moved to the window to routinely close the curtains properly. Antonio needed to invest in some block-out blinds or something.
The Italian shuffled out of the room lethargically into the large living space to find his vampire tomato bastard strumming absently on his guitar. Antonio looked up when Lovino sat beside him and he smiled a bright smile, "Buenos días, Lovi!" he received a mumbled reply in response and the vampire chuckled, "Did you sleep well?"
"Meh... I guess," Lovino replied and
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.
Blessed With A Curse- Ch12Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch12 in Romance More Like This
Halloween was an interesting experience for Lovino. He never thought he would spend the majority of the evening cooped up in a tiny closet with a vampire who wanted nothing more than to suck his blood and make out.
Lovino, of course, was still trying to get his thoughts together. He wanted Antonio and he wanted him bad. He wanted him so much that it actually hurt; whenever he was away from him all he could think about was how handsome he looked and how he had always looked out for him since day one. Lovino was still afraid, though... he didn't want to display any affection; especially in public for the fear of someone he knew seeing.
It was hard, keeping this all bottled up. Antonio, even though he had tried to hold his hand while he walked him to work, or tried to steal a kiss whenever he said goodbye, knew Lovino was just scared. But now, perhaps it was time for him to f
Blessed With A Curse- Ch11Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch11 in Romance More Like This
Lovino hated Halloween. He didn't see the point of it. The holiday had never really meant much to him when he was growing up and that didn't change. Feliciano seemed to like the idea though and he was the reason why he hated it so much.
"Fratello! You are dressing up with me, aren't you?" Feliciano called from his bathroom. Lovino shuddered and stared at the face-paints in front of him and scowled. Feliciano was determined to go out for Halloween. Lovino had told him he was too old for Trick or Treating but the younger brother wasn't interested. He had said he was going to go out with Ludwig and he and Antonio were welcome to join if they wanted to. Lovino had said no, but knowing Antonio he would probably show up sooner or later.
"No!" he finally answered and turned away from the paints. Feliciano exited the bathroom with a pout and asked, "Why?"
Blessed With A Curse- Ch5Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch5 in Romance More Like This
"Who the hell are you?!" Lovino backed up to the door and watched the two intruders. They studied him for a moment and the Italian felt a shiver run down his spine. This was so fucking weird. If that stupid tomato bastard sent them then he would fucking pay!
"Oh, he is cute!" one of the men smirked widely. He tucked his wavy blond hair out of his face and he continued to trail his gaze up and down Lovino's body. The Italian blushed slightly; he felt as though the blond man was mentally undressing him. With a noticeable French accent, Lovino wouldn't put it past him.
"I don't know," the other man said with a German accent and Lovino wrinkled his nose.
"Another potato bastard... as if my life could not get any worse..." he mumbled to himself. The German man's red eyes narrowed slightly and he muttered something to his friend. The blond man continued to smirk at him, and now
Blessed With A Curse- Ch7Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously fould mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch7 in Romance More Like This
Lovino tried not to panic. Everything would be all right; nothing bad would have happened. The potato bastard wouldn't have allowed it too, right? If he really cared about Feliciano then everything would be fine... wouldn't it?
He really wasn't paranoid, honestly he wasn't, but recent events have somewhat changed his mindset. He worried about a lot of things he usually wouldn't have paid any mind too in the past. He fretted about things that usually wouldn't concern him, like when his brother would be home and who he would be with when he was out and whatnot. Be this as it may, Lovino refused to admit that he was paranoid. He may be worried, anxious and stressed... but not paranoid.
He arrived at his apartment complex and he almost ran down the hall once he reached his floor. He fumbled for his keys and once he found them, he shoved the little piece of metal into the keyh
Blessed With A Curse- Ch3Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch3 in Romance More Like This
Lovino hadn't slept well for a few days now. He was worried for that bastard sneaking into his room and attacking him when he leased expected it. Some might say that he was being paranoid but he knew that he was just trying to stay safe. Then again... the more he thought about it, the more worried he became. He couldn't help it; how would you feel if a creepy bloodsucker was after you? He sighed and finally decided to get out of bed and get changed, deciding to enjoy his day off without the worry of his blood being sucked. He left the room and scowled at Feliciano talking to Ludwig in the kitchen.
"When did he get here?"
"Ve, Lovi! You're up!" Feliciano greeted happily and smiled over at his brother. Ludwig gave the older Italian a brief nod in acknowledgement then turned away from him. Feliciano had already continued their conversation and he either didn't notice or he di
Blessed With A Curse- Ch18Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch18 in Romance More Like This
Antonio stared at his two friends wide eyed; they had found out. They had found out sooner than he had expected. Either they were very good at detective work or the culprit was very bad at staying hidden.
"You have found out?"
"Well I said we think we know," Gilbert said and looked at the sleeping Italian beside his Spanish friend. Antonio too turned his gaze to Lovino and the look in Gilbert's eyes told him that this couldn't wait until he woke up on his own. Slowly, Antonio adjusted his position and gently shook Lovino's shoulder.
"Lovi wake up "
The Italian groaned as h began to stir; he moved his hand to swat weakly at the vampire's chest, attempting to get him to leave him alone. Antonio chuckled lightly, but didn't let that deter him. He shook the Italian's shoulder once again, this time slightly harder, "Lovino, wake up. This is important
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
His Favorite Customer Ch.14His Favorite CustomerHis Favorite Customer Ch.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
If It's Love Ch.2If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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."
Dirty Desire Ch.1Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Dirty Desire by Utada HikaruDirty Desire Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Where The Heart Is Ch.1a/n: i do not own hetalia.Where The Heart Is Ch.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where The Heart Is
Chapter One: His Guardian
Romano Vargas has lived a pretty good life, aside from losing his mother in the divorce. His father is a well he doesn't really know WHAT his father does. All he knows is that it has made him rich. They live in a large house, full of random tokens his father has gotten from his job. It did feel empty though. But that doesn't mean he wants to be HERE.
Romano sighs, staring at the door in front of him. His father had just up and disappeared a few weeks ago. When he left, he set a letter on the table for Romano giving him a name and a number. Romano didn't want to go live with a stranger, so he tried to tough it out on his own; needless to say he failed.
What he really wanted was to go and find his mother, but according to some people who knew her she had died three years back. So here he is, in front of some strange old man's d
If It's Love Ch.6If it's LoveIf It's Love Ch.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Six: How not to stalk
It has been a week since Antonio started working at the restaurant and as soon as he started Lovino has started up a new habit. Every day after school, or around three on the weekends, he will go to a café across the street from the restaurant. It's not that he is stalking, of course, it's simply observing the surrounding area that just so happens to be near Antonio's work while enjoying a nice drink. With a hat and shades on. For fashion. Not a disguise. Because he isn't stalking.
"Ah! Stalking today as well I see!" Matthew teases and Lovino glares at him.
"I'm enjoying a drink! Who would I be stalking?"
"A certain good looking, and quite popular, Spaniard in the restaurant across the street. So tell me, how are the cooking lessons going with him?" He asks and Lovino looks at him confused.
"Cooking? What do you mean?" Lovino asks and Matthew looks at him surprised.
If It's Love Ch.5If It's LoveIf It's Love Ch.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
His Favorite Customer Ch.17His Favorite CustomerHis Favorite Customer Ch.17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
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.
Love is an art ch.11Love is an ArtLove is an art ch.11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eleven: The Popescus
Demitri looks at Nikola excitedly as they board the plane. "This is gonna be great! Everyone will love you!"
"I highly doubt that kidnapper." Nikola mumbles and Demitri laughs.
"You complain, but I didn't see you make a move to turn and head home." He teases and Nikola blushes.
"Th-that's because I would be wasting your money!" Nikola huffs, making Demitri grin and pat him on the head.
"You're so cute." He says, making Nikola look away as he sits down.
"So! What will you be doing for the plane ride?" Demitri asks and Nikola shrugs, stretching out a little.
"Seems like as good a time as any for a nap." He answers, resting his head against the window.
"Nap sounds good!" Demitri says, resting his head on Nikola's shoulder.
" What are you doing?" Nikola asks and Demitri yawns.
"You're all I can lean on, be nice."
"Ugh even when we are in p
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.
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
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 _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
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.."
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
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 _Continued_ When she started to live with him, he nearly forgot, yet he knew he never would.The Trip that Was A Mistake: Spamano _Continued_ in Short Stories More Like This
She would wake in the middle of the night to his quiet sobs, and she knew, something was off, something had happened to him, something he'd never told her. If only she could figure out what it was, where he went every Friday, perhaps she'd be able to help, she wasn't completely heartless.
He looked up from where he stood over the stove top, cooking eggs with a cheeky smile on his face, gloating about how good his food was.
"... I want.. I want to hang out with you Friday.. is that alright?"
A frown immediately followed her words, drawn up on his face.
".. Friday.. I-I can't.."
"Why can't you!?"
"Just drop it Romona.."
"No! Tell me why! I'm sick of coming over here and spending nights with you, but on Friday you suddenly disappear, and you won't tell me why.. Stop being so immature and just tell me dumb ass!"
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10Bright and early the very next morning, Lovino had just woken up and already back to work. His younger twin came in shortly after, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano nodded and took a seat next to his bust brother, humming an up-beat tune of a familiar song. Lovino was going to stop him, but thought against it since he quite enjoyed that song. An hour and a hal;f flew by and it was now 10:45 in the morning. Soon, Lovino's paperwork and Feliciano's humming were brought to a stop when they heared a familiar voice at the door.
They looked up and Lovino tilted his head to the side.
"Yao? Aren't you here a little early?"
"Meh...I figured the earlier the better."
The older Italian crossed his arms and offered the older, yet smaller, Chinese man a seat.
"So, what would you like to discuss?"
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9Later on, around noon or so, Lovino was back in is office, working constantly again. His cheery twin was running to a few places for him with Ludwig and Gilbert. Lovino let out a sigh and noticed Belgium at the door.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, what is it?"
"Um... Mr.Wang is on the line he wants to speak with you..."
The Italian stopped working and picked up the phone smiling.
"Ni hao, Lovino. How have you been, aru?"
"Actually, not too great."
"Oh, why? What happened?"
"A certain Russian we know beat the hell outta me and I've been out of it for a couple days."
"Ouch. Been there, done that. Ivan's always been that way, aru."
"Anything I can do?"
"Well, he'll listen to you. Keep him out of Italy, okay?"
"Sure thing. Of course my sadist Russian love will listen to me."
"I can't believe you're still with him...Anyhow, was there and particular reason you called?"
"Ummm....Oh! I have a flight in a few hours. I'm coming for visit. There's something I have to discuss with you in person."
"Oh, really? A
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14Finally, around 6:00, the party had just started. Feliciano was extremely happy and smiling the biggest grin ever while his brother just stood over by the fireplace, sipping some hot choclate with Florinda, Alfred, Arthur, and Ludwig. Antonio was playing poker with Vash and Roderich and winning. Lovino looked over at his Spanish lover and smiled. Moments later, he turned back around to continue talking to the others. Ludwig noticed his brother hanging around the eggnog bowl, looking around and digging in his coat. The blonde German turned to the others.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll be right back."
He made his way over to Gilbert and grabbed his arm.
"Bruder, what are you doing?"
"West! H-Hey you scared me. What's up?"
"The booze, give it."
"Come on, West. Everybody loves Uncle Gil's 'special' eggnog."
He grabbed the bottle out of brother's hand and poured it down the sink.
"I hate you West!"
"You love me."
Ludwig walked over to Feliciano instead of going back to the others. Th
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12Within minutes, everybody was down in the meeting room, talking to each other to try to figure out what the big emergency is. Lovino and Feliciano took their seat, looking at their curious Mafia. Antonio and Ludwig were curious as well. Alfred sat up, eyeing Lovino.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the deal, Boss?"
The older Italian looked at his brother, then back at everybody else and sighed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in serious trouble. We are currently $30,000 in debt, without paying it back we end up in jail. All of us. I know you're thinking 'No problem, you just have to pay it back', thing is, we can't. We don't have the money to pay it back."
Antonio's eyes widened and noticed pure sadness and a few tears falling from Lovino.
"As for me and Veneziano...we'll be killed for being in charge... It has been fun, all of you made this Mafia happen not me and Veneziano... You all are amazing, and we'll never see each other again... I'm sorry..."
Alfred stood and slammed his hands on the table.
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1"So, you're Antonio."SpaMano Mafia- Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The young Italian smirked, glaring atthe Spanish man then to his younger twin brother.
"Well, what do you think fratello?"
"I like him. He seems nice."
''We're not looking for nice, we want trustworthy."
The older Italian looked back over to the nervous Spanish man.
''Can we trust you?"
"Hmmm, I'm still not fully convinced. Yet, you do have an impressive background. I think you're Mafia material."
"G-Gracias. I assure you I won't let you down."
"Of course you'll need a name."
"What the others will call you to keep you safe. To makethe names easy to remember, we call them by what country they're from. You will be Spain, understand?"
"Si. What should I call you two?"
"I'm Romano and he's Veneziano."
Spain nodded, gazing into Romano's light brown eyes. The mature Italian's smirk disappeared.
"Please do keep in mind that if you betray us and I'll personally kill you myself."
Spain's eyes widend and he gulped nervously.
"S-Si. I understand."
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 Later on that night, the storm was already progessing. Lovino sat on the windowsill of his bedroom window, just gazing at the sight. Antonio, sitting on the bed, gazing at Lovino. The young Italian let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to his Spanish lover. Antonio smiled and kissed Lovino's cheek. The Italian smiled a little and glared the older man.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The storm's getting worse. I just hope we don't lose po-"
The Italian was cut off by a loud crash of thunder and all the lights in the building cutting off.
Lovino crossed his arms and sat there in almost pitch darkness. All of a sudden his bedroom door flew open.
Lovino was tackled by his obviously terrified twin. Feliciano buried his face in his older brother's chest, letting a few tears fall.
"F-Fratello.... I-I'm scared...."
Ludwig walked in shortly after, sitting next to the Italians.
"Feliciano, it's alright...."
The younger Italian remained silent.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 11All the rest of the day and all through the night, Lovino did nothing but think. He thought about what would happen to him and Feliciano, he really didn't want to see his twin get hurt. Around 3:3o in the morning, Feliciano woke up and wandered to their office. He noticed his older brother sitting in his chair, hands folded over each other, eyes wide, and his body practically shaking. It looked as if he was slowly going insane. Feliciano was a little scared and very worried.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"........Go back to bed...."
"Fratello, are you okay?"
"...I said go back to bed..."
The younger Italian approached his brother and lifted his head.
"You go to bed."
"I can't sleep..."
"...You won't sleep....You're still thinking about it..."
Lovino hugged his brother.
"Feli, jail is terrible! We'll get life and most likely be sentenced to death because of the Mafia!"
"I don't wanna die, I'm only 16! I'm too young to die!"
"I'm a wreck! I'll never see Toni aga-"
Secrets Chapter 1"Vlad~!"Secrets Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The bubbly blonde haired, blue eyed American known as Alfred Jones sang as he glomped the brown-eyed, also blonde Romanian who was called Vlad Gabor. The Romanian pushed Alfred off in a friendly matter.
"Stop doing that."
Alfred hung around the other blonde while he opened his locker.
"So, wanna chill with me and Iggy today?"
Vlad closed his locker and began to put on his black, light-weight jacket, smirking at the American.
"Why do you always want me around the two of you. I mean, you're together why would you want someone like me hanging around?"
"Because you're fun!"
Vlad shook his head smiling and began to walk away. Alfred quickly caught up and started to whine.
"Oh, come on. Please? Mattie won't play video games with me and all Iggy does is read. Please? I'll love you forever."
The Romanian looked over at the begging American and sighed.
"If I must..."
Alfred and Vlad have been friends for about two years now and know everything about each other exce
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15Today was Christmas morning, Lovino and Antonio woke up around the same time and joined everybody else in the main room. Ludwig was telling everybody what they should prepare.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay, Canada you start the turkey and ham, America you make the sides, and Veneziano and bruder you two can start dessert."
Arthur walked up.
"Should I help America?"
Alfred looked at his small English lover and kissed his forehead.
"I think it's best that you stay out of the kitchen, Iggy."
The English man pouted a little bit, then kissed his lover lightly and sat next to Antonio.
"Good morning, where's Mr. Romano?"
"I think he's in there with Veneziano. Oh! By the way, feliz navidad England."
"Merry Christmas, Spain."
They hugged slightly like friends would and turned on the T.V. Absolutly nothing but Christmas specials, so Antonio just shrugged and chose any random one.
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a c
.:Love Bite:. Chapter 3.:Love Bite:. Chapter 3 in Drama More Like This
"I thought we had a deal," Alfred said with a voice dripping of irritation.
The small beam of light which fall down through the small opening between the black curtains stroke half of Arthur's face gently. Arthur's hair seemed to be made of the most beautiful gold shining in the sunlight of the morning sun. Alfred felt the urge to go with his fingers through the thin golden threads, but nervously played with his silver army necklace instead. Arthur's green eyes looked down on Alfred thoughtfully.
"Are you already thinking of breaking it? Do you already regret making such a reckless promise?" Arthur spat out as if the words disgusted him.
Alfred tightened the grip on his necklace to stop himself from bursting out. The last thing he needed on this moment was a fight with a vampire. The pain of the sharp edges of the necklace cutting into Alfred's skin was not enough to make his hand bleed, but enough to let him realize he was still as mortal as ever.
To SomewhereTo Somewhere in Drama More Like This
'Tap tap tap' the sound of my footsteps goes. High, steel, semicircular walls hold on to the sound and then let it go again, making it echo through the hallway of the subway. Slowly the bright lights of the tram are coming in sight. No good, I should hurry. I start running faster, giving the walls more sound to echo. My heart is racing, allowing me to take the sprint. I push the button and the doors of the tram open. Relieved, I step inside. I'm incredibly tired now, but at least I caught the tram. I give myself some time to catch my breath before I have a look through the tram. I'm surprised by seeing how few people there are. In the back is sitting an old gray man. His eyes are closed and you hear him snore softly every time he breaths out. Then, a bit more in the middle, you have those two girls who are obviously good friends. They are whispering their stories to each other, giggling now and then. And last but not least, you have this boy sitting only two steps away from me. Well, b
.:WFAF:. Prologue.:WFAF:. Prologue in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
"Do you believe in Angels?" he asked while staring out of the window.
I paused the shooting game, took my earphones out and looked up from the screen.
"I'm sorry, what did you say again?" I asked.
His green eyes slowly turned to me, kept staring in mine for a while and looked then out of the window again.
"Nothing," he said.
"Don't lie! What did you ask?" I hissed.
"It's not like I don't know the answer anyway. Forget about it" Arthur said while rolling his eyes.
"You're so mean. Making me pause my game and everything for nothing," I mumbled.
On the moment I wanted to start the game again he grabbed my shoulder.
"I will ask you again if you will answer it seriously. Only then," he said with a dead serious look in his eyes.
A bit surprised of Arthur being so serious so sudden, I could only nod. He took that for an answer.
"I asked if you believe in Angels," he said, still with the same expression on his face.
.:WFAF:. Chapter 1.:WFAF:. Chapter 1 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
I never told you.
The gravel under my feet crisps a bit by every step I take. I'm not the only one on the gravel path. A young looking girl is crying out loud when I quickly pass her by. Normally I would have stopped to comfort her... but times have changed. Fortunately an older lady comes at her and tries to comfort her. Unfortunately the girl starts crying out even louder because of something the older lady said. I try to ignore them both even though it's hard to act like you don't see nor hear them in this situation. I feel a bit bad for ignoring them, but I don't feel like helping them out either. So I just keep on walking on the gravel path.
I remember when I got the call, and how I dropped my iPhone on the floor after hearing the big news. On that day and the day after that I could only cry. But I won't be crying now, I have no tears left.
And here he is. I stop walking and look down on the grave. I
.:Love Bite:. Chapter 2.:Love Bite:. Chapter 2 in Horror More Like This
It finally had been said, the question which had been inside Alfred's head. It had been there for so long, but until now, hope for an answer had been lost. The question had been no more than a shadow of the past, wondering around in Alfred's head, haunting him in his sleep. But things were different now. By asking the question, the shadow of the past had gotten a new shape and Alfred could see it clearing dancing his devilish dance in front of his eyes. By asking the question, the pain and loss of ten years ago was revived and Alfred could see his few getting watery by his upcoming tears.
"Tell me!" Alfred dedicated the man, before his voice would break. "Where is my brother!"
The creature under Alfred's shot didn't seem to feel any kind of fear. His eyes took their time studying Alfred's face which was contorted in pain, as if he had all the time of the world. Alfred begun to lose his patience while time slowly passed by, nevertheless he wasn't go
.:Love Bite:. Chapter 1.:Love Bite:. Chapter 1 in Horror More Like This
Alfred looked up at the big house. It was this house which had been coming back in all his nightmares. It was this house which had made him afraid of the world and its people living in it. It was this house which had marked him forever.
How long ago had it been?
Ten years, Alfred knew. Ten years ago Alfred had passed that gate, not being aware of any of the consequences. He couldn't blame that little eight years old boy he used to be for that though. He was so ignorant back then, the most ignorant of them all.
Matthew had tried to stop him, he hadn't listened. No day had passed without Alfred thinking he should have had listened to Matthew, but there was no way to change the past.
Alfred had told no one what had happened inside that house. Not his parents, not Mathew, no one. What had happened inside that house was Alfred's own little secret, and he wanted it to stay that way.
There had been many times when Alfred started wondering if i
.:Love Bite:. Prologue.:Love Bite:. Prologue in Horror More Like This
The house loomed up out of the fog tatters. It was fair to say it was a remarkable house. Its stones were black and its walls were high, blocking all the sunlight which could barely make its way through the almost always present fog. Even though no one had ever gotten a good look at the house, because of its black walls and fog, everyone agreed on the fact that it look at bit like a castle.
Around the house were black walls as well, but these walls were different. Black, sharp, yet fancy, spikes were placed on these walls. The gate finished the picture, with its long black steel pipes with spikes on top, to prevent unwanted visitors from coming in.
The house was remarkable indeed, but that was not why people always seem to be in a hurry while passing it by. No, it were the stories. Over the years people had made up hundreds of stories about the house and its residents. Some said the house was cursed, and that every person who would dare to step i
.:WFAF:. Chapter 48.:WFAF:. Chapter 48 in Drama More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
The scene turns a dazzling white the moment the other Arthur closes the door soundlessly. Again I have to close my eyes, but this time I know what's going on. When I can open my eyes again I look at my Angel. His intense expression simply oozed sadness. I give him a little kiss on his forehead.
"Are you okay?" I ask concerned.
The sadness inside his eyes vanishes and takes place for happiness as he looks inside my eyes.
"Yes," he whispers before giving me a little kiss back. "I think somehow, we both lost our mother. It's not a happy thought but at least we can comfort each other."
He's right. My mother died only shortly after I was born but Arthur had to watch how his mother slowly lost her grip on life too. I can't tell which is the worst.
"Did you remember this?" I ask him.
"No. But I do remember the divorce of my parents," Arthur explains.
I see it hurts him to remember that so I don't ask further. I realize we're not done yet so
.:WFAF:. Chapter 56.:WFAF:. Chapter 56 in Drama More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
"Hey," I hear a voice whisper somewhere deeply, hidden in the darkness surrounding me. "Hey..."
"Who's there?" I ask with a soft, broken voice.
I look around me, but other than endless darkness I see nothing. It remains silent there, in the darkness, but suddenly I hear the sounds of footsteps coming closer.
"Don't come near me," I say to the darkness. "I don't need you. I don't need anyone."
"No need to be afraid..." My heart skips a beat when suddenly something whispers my name inside my ear. "Matthew..."
I slowly turn around and look straight into a pair of purple eyes. "Who are you?"
"Who I am?" the person asks as if it's surprising that I want to know.
Those cold eyes filled with pain, somehow seem somewhat familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?
"But Matthew, don't you remember me?" he asks while stroking my cheek.
His fingertips feel cold on my skin, but I'm too afraid to do anything about it.
"No?" he asks a bit sad. "D
.:WFAF:. Chapter 25.:WFAF:. Chapter 25 in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:When fallen Angels fly:.
I'm laying on the couch, flipping the card Ludwig gave me in my hand. Arthur is sitting in front of the couch on the ground. I asked him if he wants to sit next to me but he said he didn't mind. He is flipping through one of my Photo Albums again. Every time he sees a photo and remembers it, because he dreamed of it, he gets up and shows it to me. I'm happy he's remembered so much now. I'm hoping that one day he will remember everything. When he went through all the Photo Albums he stands up and puts them all back in the bookcase. After that he comes back and looks down at me. He stares at the card flipping in my hand and smiles.
"If that's all you do every day, it's no wonder you don't have a job yet," he says.
I smile back at him. If he starts teasing me, than why not teasing him back?
"You also haven't found a job yet," I say.
"Well I'm an Angel. Angels don't need a job," he defends himself.
"I thought finding a sou
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: 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
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
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: 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
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.
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
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
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "Hetalia Academy 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Hetalia Academy 4Romano stared uneasily around the room. The books had all settled down and every eye was firm on him.Hetalia Academy 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, come on up here, my boy. Come properly introduce yourself to the class." Mrs. Beetles instructed him.
The Italian boy was nervous, sweat dripped smoothly across his tanned skin as he walked up to his new teacher. Once he was beside her, he turned towards the others sitting in rows lined neatly on the tile floor.
This all had to be a trick of some sort. A trick to freak out the new kid, how nice! Well, Romano was not going to give them the satisfaction of scaring him! He stood up straight, his face going back to its normal scowl and his eyes narrowed on every strange face. "My name is Lovino Vargas. I'm from Italy and I just moved to this school with my younger brother Feliciano." He announced proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Very nice, Lovino. Now, please take the empty seat beside Honda Kiku. Now, we can begin science class for the day."
Romano didn't argue, he just
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
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
Spain's Prisoner 22It was late now, days after they had arrived to Russia's home. It has been snowing every second of every day and every night. Italians weren't made for this kind of weather!Spain's Prisoner 22 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Still, Canada hadn't gotten better though doctors treated him almost 24/7. France refused to leave his side and the whole thing gave Romano a shady, almost sickening feeling that left him uncomfortable and unable to sleep.
Lovino's hazel eyes were heavy though he kept them open, staring emptily at the ceiling above him. He glared at all the tiny cracks and straggly elevations that were imprinted into the ceiling's warm color.
Each member of the group had been moved into their own bed rooms now. Each one was still warm in color and blankets piled on top of one another on the wide beds, but no room seemed as peaceful and inviting as the other they had been in before with the fireplace. It just relaxed Romano as he stared into the fire burning in front of him, surrounded by his new friends, though he'd never tell them
Spain's Prisoner 20Two days passed with none stop riding. The noise of the exhausted horses rang insanely in their tired ears. Every now and then they were forced to stop so the beasts wouldn't collapse, and they always took this time regaining energy themselves or washing up in a nearby stream, tending to the weary horses, something of that sort.Spain's Prisoner 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew hadn't moved from his spot against the wall, laying away from the others, he didn't speak or look at them. Normally this may sound normal for the shy boy but he was unresponsive to offering of food and water or to wash up. He would simply stay as he was, and each time this happened Arthur would fearfully check to make sure the bloody blonde was still alive. But he was. His skin was hardly there, it seemed, as lifeless as a broken doll he just bounced up and down as the cart moved. That was his only movement and even the Italians couldn't get him to change.
Maybe he was dead. Maybe his mind had given out, his guiltless soul too petrified and crushed with
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 11Romano could feel his icy hands shivering as they pressed against his wet face. He hadn't moved or eaten since Spain had yelled at him, just staying silent or sobbing against the wall on the bed.Spain's Prisoner 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spaniard had offered to take his old friend to the bar, but the timid Canadian refused the offer to accompany them and stayed with the quivering Italian.
Though still the room stayed silent, Matthew staying in the chair next to the bed. It wasn't until after Gabriel delivered them both dinner and left that Canada spoke up.
"You should eat, Lovino." He told him calmly, getting an aggravated grunt from the other.
"Why? So that bastard can keep me as his slave longer while my brother is probably on his death bed?"
"So you plan to starve yourself to death?" Matthew realized, but kept his composed face. "I know Alfred would do everything in his power to make sure your brother doesn't get hurt."
Romano scoffed. "Yeah, he did a damn good job saving me and keeping his bastard Captain from stealing
Mio Sole. Chapter 1. SpamanoRating: T+ (I dunno .it may be M someday but not right now. Gotta set up relations and such right now)Mio Sole. Chapter 1. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Romano falls asleep in a tomato field and wakes up to Spain etc. (can't give you all the secrets read for yourself)
Romano's heels clicked on the pristine white tiles as he clutched the large golden cross to keep it from bashing against his chest. He ran down the corridor with unsure tears in his eyes. The large house was starting to creak with the sound of emptiness. His white hat slipped from his head and fell upon the floor, but Romano was eager to make it to the large wooden door. Just moments earlier he heard it open. Someone was about to leave, and there was only one person left. If he left too then .
But Romano tried not to think about that ..
"Veneziano!" Romano screamed out hoarsely, "Please! Veneziano!" Romano could see the large door closing. Austria's back was slowly entering the horizon as he had small Veneziano in tow. Hungary looked
Mio sole. Chapter 16. SpamanoRating: M (mild lemon I guess you have been warned. Look out for yaoi. And if you don't like it fuck off and don't bother to comment cause I will put you in your place ? Have a nice day~)Mio sole. Chapter 16. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Veneziano's dreams. More Spamano goodness~. A little shocker. And a new character involvement revealed~ (also a cameo from Greece~ Just gotta love him!)
The heavy wooden pail's metal handle made his small hands bloody with the sharp creases it made on his palm. Except he knew his master would make much worse wounds if he dared say anything about it. He kept a strong face by biting his lower lip as he took his brush to the tile underfoot and polished it until it shined. His diligence was rewarded with blisters on his delicate fingertips.
When the night had finally come and the marble floors and crisp white walls shone with vigor from the days cleaning Veneziano finally made his way to the tiny bedroom he was gi
Mio Sole. Chapter 2. SpamanoRating: T+ again I thinkMio Sole. Chapter 2. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: ok so Spain takes Romano home and he falls asleep and Spain kinda reflect on their relationship and Romano + Veneziano .and stuff. (Read it ppl that'll have all the info you need to know XD lol.)
"O Romano, mi amor, you looks so cute," Spain said brushing Romano's hair out from his face as he slept on the bed. Spain had carried the crying man to his room and tucked him into his crimson and gold sheets. After considerable weeping Romano finally fell asleep.
Spain bent down and smelled the strong scent of Romano's hair. He was using a new shampoo, his hair smelled of tangerines instead of mangos as it had before. Spain had smelled Romano's hair enough times to notice the small difference. It took all his strength not to jump onto the bed next to Romano and smell the deep incense of his hair all night, to not brush his lips against Romano's skin. Spain knew if he began kissing any part of Romano's body, he wouldn't be able to stop until he
Mio Sole. Chapter 7. SpamanoRating: T+, if you're Christian and easily offended please don't read the first part. You may get offended at Romano's language towards God .fair warning.Mio Sole. Chapter 7. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: I don't wanna spoil anything this time so read.
Romano watched solemnly as the sun hit the tiny broken crystals and the large golden cross on the ground. Destroying the cross was heresy; he had always been told that by the elders that ran him. Yet, as he stood and looked upon the shattered holiness he felt nothing in his chest. He grabbed the vestments around his chest in panic.
'Did my heart leave too?'
He fell to the ground and touched the broken shards with his fingers, adoring the gentle shine they shone even as they were broken. He gripped them in his hands in envy. He felt broken, but he could no longer shine in full glory as they did. He could feel pressure in his chest as if his heart was going to freely jump from his chest.
Mio Sole. chapter 4. SpamanoRating: T+ (there may be a bit more romance/adorableness in this chapterMio Sole. chapter 4. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Dinnertime with Romano, Veneziano, and Spain. Veneziano & Romano talk. Spain is tortured on the inside (I think) eh ..read. there's a lotta stuff.
Through the entire day Romano and Veneziano talked on the couches, but as the sun began to set appetites rose. Spain rose from the couch and urged the brothers to resume connecting and went solo into the kitchen.
"I'm glad there is someone that cares about you, Romano," Veneziano said when Spain had shut the door.
"W-What're you talking about?" Romano blushed.
"Spain, well on the phone last night, sounded really worried about you. He said you weren't doing so well and thought talking to me might help. He choked up a few times even but he saved us, Romano, even though it was hard for him he saved us," Veneziano gave a wide smile to Romano as he saw his brother have a wide blush.
"H-h-he just wanted us to be brothers again is all! So I wouldn't bother h
Mio Sole. Chapter 12. SpamanoRating: T+Mio Sole. Chapter 12. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Continuation from chapter 11, with Romano and Veneziano.
Note: to save time and a lot of un-needed chapters lets just assume that Romano and Veneziano's life together pretty much goes like chapters 11 and 12 for around 3 days~
Even though his feet were getting tired in their tight black shoes, and the terrain ripped his skin, he tried hard to keep his pace with the hand that was holding his. The large purple coat would shield his eyes from seeing where they were heading. His tiny, red scarf flew away in the wind and caught on a large branch.
Veneziano removed himself from the aggressive grip on his own and ran after it trying to jump up and get it. His fingertips barely brushed against the tip of it when he felt himself jerked forcefully away from it; the red was fading into the distance slowly. He felt tears beginning to fall at the corners of his eyes and his nose plugging. H
mio sole. chapter 13. spamanoRating: T+ for some itacest and Romano being cute(?)mio sole. chapter 13. spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Romano and Veneziano's last day together alone. Spain's return~!
Romano slouched in the corner of the room clutching his bright red and gold-embroidered scarf in his hands. His blood from grasping the shattered crystal pieces soaked into the bright gold. His little body shook heavily in time with the wooden door arching in from being pounded on relentlessly. Shrouds of people were screaming his name familiarly trying to coax the young man out, but the voices were unfamiliar and he refused to open the door to his aggressors. But as the wooden door began to bow further inward Romano knew he was only a few more pounds away from being captured.
He peered around the room hastily searching for any heavy furniture to place in front of the door. The large room was empty except for a very thin wooden chair. Romano sighed, knowing such a petite chair wouldn
mio sole. chapter 14. spamanoRating: T+mio sole. chapter 14. spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Spain's welcome home. Helps Romano to pick the rest of the tomatoes before the end of the harvest moon. And a little talk with Veneziano~
Under the bright harvest moon that shone down like a white son Veneziano bore witness to the tight embrace his brother shared with Spain. He even noticed the slight upturned corners of Romano's mouth as he burrowed into Spain's chest. Veneziano bit the corner of his lips with his canine tooth, allowing a small trickle of blood to run down his chin and fall onto the pavement. He looked down and saw the blood spatter like a dropped tomato. He clicked his tongue and ran a forearm across his chin wiping off the blood. Veneziano clenched his jaw and printed an oddly-formed faux-smile as he ran over to Spain and Romano.
"Spain~ I'm so glad to see you're home~," he sang as he charged over, ushering the two to separate and Romano to look away to hide a trite bl
Mio Sole. Chapter 10. SpamanoRating: T+Mio Sole. Chapter 10. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summary: Spain does some stuff and gets a call that makes him sad and will make Romano sad, I guess .eh read it. It's a good chapter (p.s. not a totally perverted wink-y face)
Spain nonchalantly leaned from the window, his face resting in the palm of his hand, allowing the breeze to frizzle his already bed-worn hair. The morning sun kissed his tanned skin and beckoned him to rise, despite him being worn from nearly no sleep. But when he had finally fallen his subconscious ran wild with images of Romano. He even woke up with the devious smile he wore in the dream.
As Romano leaned down to care for the tomatoes that cautiously grew close to the ground; due to their fear or soaring to the heavens and never making it there, Spain caught a glimpse of tight muscles through the crisp white shirt. Romano's thin shoulder-blades pointing outward sticking to the soaked material.
Mio Sole. Chapter 19. SpamanoRating: MMio Sole. Chapter 19. Spamano in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spain tilted his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. Seeing Germany so frantic definitely concerned him, but he was also aware of the alcohol running through their systems.
Although Germany may be slightly immune to alcohol now
"What situation, Ludwig?"
Germany pointed to the hallways with both hands as a slur of incoherent speech spilled forth. "T-the Italies and the squeeze and the hall and amo! Amo!"
Spain nodded as Germany spoke trying his best to pick words out and connect them. Eventually his eyebrow furrowed and he stood up grabbing Germany forcefully by the shoulders. "Luddy. I need you to calm down and tell me what happened. Right now all I understand is there are two Italian hallways that are friends and I highly doubt that's what the situation is."
Germany took a deep breath and straightened his spine as his eyes closed and he stood in thought. After a moment he nodd
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
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
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
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
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."Of Love and War: PruHun in Drama More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
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
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
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
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard. I'm tempted to wrap my legs around his waist, but that will just give him some sort of "go for it" vibe, so I resist. I don't want to slip any further, no matter how much I want to.
I pull back and glare at him, "Shouldn't you be telling me to do my homework or something?"
"Ah, but it's after school hours, Lovino," he chuckles, speaking to me as if
Spamano: Teacher's PetBuzz buzz buzzSpamano: Teacher's Pet in Fan Fiction More Like This
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring into the bathroom to wipe myself down. How the hell did I sleep in? Stupid fucking alarm clock, can't do anything right!
I don't give a fuck about school, not like that idiotic brother of mine, but if I ditch school one more time, my grandfather's going to kill me. And if I get another tardy, I get detention, and that mean
Spamano: Tangled In The SheetsLovino would always give in to Antonio's pleads that he share his bed with him for the night. Every night was the same; he resisted, he insulted, he scoffed and he cursed. But in the end he was in that same bed, Antonio's chest pressed against his back with the Spaniards arms around him.Spamano: Tangled In The Sheets in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lovino loved it.
The Italian stirred in his sleep uncomfortably. He suddenly felt restrained, a feeling that he despised. He placed his hands on the sleeping Antonio's chest and pushed himself up, but he didn't get very far.
"Moron," he hissed, throwing Antonio's arms off of him. He tried to get up again, wiggling his feet to try and kick the taller man, but again to no avail. He glanced down to the bottom half of the bed; it was almost too dark to see. He sighed, blowing a strand of hair from tickling his nose.
He kicked his legs again and again, feeling the bed sheets wrapped securely around them, "That idiot! He's lying on top of the sheets, so they won't let me go," he whispered to himself. He grab
SuFin: Truth or Dare"Alright," Denmark slammed his almost-empty pint glass of beer onto the counter of the bar, turning to his un-amused friends in the chaos of the pub, "Who's up for some clubbing? There's this great place I know near the-"SuFin: Truth or Dare in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Please," Norway interrupted, rolling his eyes with folded arms, his brother Iceland watching admirably, "I think we've suffered enough nonsense for one night. This is the last time we let you choose where we go on a night out."
"Fine, so what do you propose we do now?"
"Go home. If I sit here for any longer I'm going to get a headache. And I thought you were loud."
"Um," Finland chirped from his tall stool in the hopes of stopping any arguments from ensuing, with Sweden lurking behind him, "If you like, we could all go to my home to listen to some music and order a pizza."
Before Norway had a chance to answer, and before Iceland and Sweden could even be noticed nodding in agreement, Denmark butted in in with a snaky scowl; "You guys wouldn't know a good
Spamano: Dear DiaryQuerido Diario,Spamano: Dear Diary in Romance More Like This
Lovino Vargas is so cute. Even cuter than last year! And this year, we're both in high school, so I can ask him out without him calling me a paedophile! Although after all those dreams I've been having of him
It was 07:30 when all of Hetalia High School was graced with the confident, beaming white grin of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Like every other day, he stirred the student body with the turning heads of giddy, gossiping girls. Like every other day, he nodded them a modest "Hello" and pretended not to notice. With his cheery, apple eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his smoothly tanned arms and his curling chocolate locks like soft blades of grass, he was the perfect picture of any teenager's dream. His embracing eyes scanned the line of mossy-coloured lockers, leaving a trail of swooning girls like fallen dominoes wherever they passed. Gradually, his carmine lips closed together and curled at the edges in an attempt to suppress his pleasure at the si
FrUK: Wind In Your HairEngland had terrible weather. All of the UK did. Whether it was endless rain causing floods in some rural places or a very rare heat wave that the inhabitants were so unaccustomed to that it drained them completely, the weather was always filthy. The sky was never to be seen; it hid from the dreadful weather behind every thick cloud that hung, dragging themselves along, up above.FrUK: Wind In Your Hair in Fan Fiction More Like This
Today was no exception. Today, England was graced (or cursed, rather) by raging, blistering winds that swept up skirts, messed up hair and turned umbrellas inside-out in a mad fury. The trees were trying to rip their roots from the ground just to get away from it, their leaves almost escaping completely. The desperate rustling under the winds boom was almost poignant, but no more than the irritation inflicted on the ears of the passers by.
Arthur Kirkland strode in pride through the chaos. No, today wasn't that bad at all. Not to someone who was more than used to it. The ground was damp, but there wasn't a spe
PruAus: Singing Voice"Roderich!"PruAus: Singing Voice in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Go away, Gilbert!"
"But it's cold out heeere," the Prussian whined. Roderich had locked him out for coming home drunk and disorderly at 3 o'clock in the morning. Gilbert sighed when there was no response from the Austrian, who was probably sipping some sort of hot drink before getting into bed where it was cosy and warm.
How Gilbert longed to be there.
He stumbled around the outside of the house in search of an open window, but Roderich had shut and locked each one.
"I'll never get to sleep at this rate," Roderich rubbed his aching head, "He's going to destroy my lawn. For goodness sake, why is it always me? I'm sure he could just as easily bother Ludwig when he's off his face like this."
He jumped and let out a yelp at the sound of something hard smacking off of his bedroom window. He quickly composed himself and looked outside; there was Gilbert, calling his name. He flung the window open impatiently, "What in god's name do you think you're doing?"
"Roddieeeeeeeeeee, I w
NorIce: Soft LipsI have my brother all to myself tonight. He hasn't been captured by that stupid Denmark for a night out, for once. My brother is known to many as Norway; he lets very little people call him anything else, but to me, he is Sigurd. To him, I am Bjorn, and I wouldn't have it any other way.NorIce: Soft Lips in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can't remember for how long I have loved him. It was long before I knew we were brothers. I feel at home with him. Even now, when he takes my hand and speaks to me soothingly, I know that my heart belongs to him.
"You're too important to me," he once said, "Now that we are brothers, I want you to live with me. To make up for lost time."
I shared a bed with him many a time; we took our time in arranging a moving van to bring my bed to my new bedroom in Norway. We're too comfortable in each other's warmth to let it go to waste. I am his brother, but he is my everything.
I never miss a chance to tell him that I love him. He mistakes the meaning behind it and says it back in a different way, but that's ok
NorIce: In The SnowSigurd stood before his brother, helping to straighten his maroon bowtie before brushing the smaller man's white hair with long, elegant fingers. Bjorn blushed at the warmth of his brother's hands, but Sigurd pulled away before he could properly enjoy it and inspected his brother's entirety.NorIce: In The Snow in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Perfect." Bjorn smiled at his brother, watching Sigurd intently. They were both wearing black suits, with white shirts, maroon waistcoats and maroon bowties. Surprisingly, Sigurd wasn't wearing his favourite beret in his golden blonde hair.
"Do I look ok?" Bjorn titled his head to the side, consciously. Sigurd's lips curled pleasantly, causing Bjorn to melt.
"Of course you do," he turned to the mirror to smooth his hair in place, "It's a shame, though."
"That you can't wear all white." Bjorn looked at his brother quizzically, unaware of what he was getting at. Sigurd caught sight of this in the mirror and turned to face the Icelandic man.
"Well, only the bride can wear white, and in thi