Spamano: Spain's birthday... Literally?More Like This
Antonio woke with a yawn. The sun beaming in through the window had woken him and he smiled to it happily. It would be a good day because it was his birthday. Lovino was always so much nicer on his birthday: he’d only head butt him no more than twice, he’d let him touch his curl for ten seconds, and he’d buy all the ingredients necessary for the Spaniard to ‘bake his own damn cake’. It was so perfect.
Speaking of Lovino, Antonio rolled over to see his snoozing lover. Dark circles rested under his eyes as he slept. Oh, he must have been up all night preparing. So cute. Surely, Antonio would have to take him somewhere really nice for Valentine’s Day. Good thing he had already booked the reservations because for some reason Antonio had a habit of sleeping through the 13th of February, the day after his birthday. It had been happening ever since his crazy birthdays he had had decades ago. Thinking about it made him laugh. Arthur had been out to get him a
008 Innocence"Hey, Engwand?" The little chubby cheeked boy asked curiously; his brilliant blue eyes shining with their ever present gleams of excitement.More Like This
England looked down at the little boy his flowing white gown, the red ribbon tied around his neck with the utmost care, and smiled softly. "Yes my dear lad, what is it?" He inquired, giving the little boy's tousled locks of dark blonde hair a small pat.
"What's my name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in the most adorable way almost as if he were a puppy for sale in the shop.
England smiled once more, "Silly, you know your name. You're America."
America puffed his rosy red cheeks out and pursed his tiny, plump lips out, shaking his sweet rounded head back and forth. "No, I don't mean that one." He proclaimed hugging the stuffed bunny in his arms with his chubby hands with the little sausage fingers.
England was confused. What other name did the boy mean other than his country name? It was all England ever called him by and he was positive