Spain's ass is expensiveMe:Hail the glory of Spain's ass!More Like This
CB:Uhm... No. Never.
Me:WTF that ass is awesome!
Me:NOT YOURS! SPAIN'S ASS!!!!
CB:Spain is expensive.
Me:Spain is expensive?? Where can I buy him?
Spamano "Romano!" Spain called after the boy who was storming out of the house. "I bought you tomatoes!"More Like This
"Dammit!" Romano yelled to himself. "Why does he always have to be here? Doesn't he have his own damn life?"
Just minutes ago Spain had told him "Te quiero," or "I love you."
"Damn pedophile. He realizes it's pedophilia, right?"
And that's exactly what he'd said to his brother, Italy Veneziano, last night.
"It's not pedophilia!" his brother responded in the all too happy tone he always had. "We're countries, so it's different for us!"
"Easy for you to say! That potato-sucking bastard of yours is the same age as you."
"But with how we age, Spain is only about two or three years older than you. And you must love him back if you're telling me about him."
"What?! Me love him back?" Romano's face turned as red as a tomato, the only food
In the Garden - SpamanoIt was another warm, sunny day in the summer in Spain. Antonio was asleep in his house when Lovino decided to visit for whatever reason. Why was Lovino visiting that paedo? He didn't know. Or, rather, didn't want to admit it. The younger male knocked on the Spaniard's door a couple of times. When there was no answer, Lovino assumed that Antonio was either out somewhere, or sleeping. Not wanting to burst in to find out which it was, the Italian wandered off to one of his most favourite places Antonio's tomato garden.More Like This
Lovino was always fascinated by the tomato garden, ever since he was a child working for Antonio. He loved them so much that he even grew some back at his own house. The younger male wandered around it a bit before sitting down in his favourite spot. Not caring about getting dirty, Lovino suddenly lay down on the dirt, closing his eyes. He had always loved the feel against his skin. No matter why Antonio was usually cheery...
Unfortunately for him, Lovino
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.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