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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.
It felt like years before Romano awoke, and when he did, he was both startled, and somewhat in bliss, to find that Spain was lying there next to him, an arm over Romano's chest, whilst the other was under his own head. He was just laying there, on top of the blanket whilst Romano was under it, it was not surprising at all that Spain had fallen asleep, he'd had many restless nights when he was lead to believe Lovino Vargas was dead. Carefully, Romano placed a hand lightly above the Spaniard's hair, just enough to feel a light brush of the silky strands, he would have placed it there completely, if it hadn't been for
The Trip That Was a 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 _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!"
It must
The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_"Oi Spain.. I was thinking we should proba-"The Trip That Was A Good Idea : Spamano _6_ in Short Stories More Like This
Romano stopped, there was the Spaniard, standing there alone, proud, happy, wind blowing through rugged brown hair and casual dress. He looked so content, so pleased, so.. amazing, standing there in a solemnly pleased way. It made, for once, Romano smile so warmly, warmer than the scene that stood before him, he was happy too, he was actually happy.
He was horrified, he was absolutely terrified of walking through those huge heavy doors, afraid of what everyone would think, what everyone would say... but.. it wasn't too awful, for he wasn't alone, there was someone at his side now that would protect him with all his might, and that made the thought of his return all that more bearable. Thus, the two stood outside the big doors.
"Are you ready Mi Lovi?"
"Stop calling me that... and... yeah.."
The doors swung open with creaks and complaints on their old age, and closed with loud bursts
The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano _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.
"Oh Romano..."
She wat
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
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
Paint Cans: _Spamano_ The paints were all set out, the smell of them swarming the room and consuming any free air left, yet the smell didn't cause him to feel nauseous, for he already had those feelings. Reaching out, he picked up a thin brush and inspected it. Rubbing it in between his thumb and index finger, he thought, loosing himself in said thoughts, as though he were drunk with each thought that appeared.Paint Cans: _Spamano_ in Short Stories More Like This
'The way he smiled with her,'
'The way he was so kind...'
Suddenly, it hurt to think, his mind throbbed and he stumbled slightly, dropping the brush and holding his head, breathing heavily. Yet he shook it off, he dismissed the feelings and went back to his painting, replacing the paintbrush with another, a thicker one. The white canvas taunted him, what was he to paint? Would he even be good at painting? Probably not. He hadn't painted since the day his younger brother had shown him all of his art, and he knew he'd never be great enough at this to su
Unconditional SpainxRomano"Stop it! Just cut it out! Leave me alone!"Unconditional SpainxRomano in Short Stories More Like This
"You have thick hair Lovi~ Please come back! I'll stop brushing it I promise!"
It took a while for the Spaniard to catch up to the agitated Italian.
"You always... run from me... why?"
"Just tell me damn it! Stop teasing me! I've had enough of it!"
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Romano didn't want to say it, he didn't think he'd ever bring it this far, but he couldn't take being teased anymore, and he had to know, he had to find out why this all seemed so realistic.
"You can have my inheritance, you can take anything you want.. just... stop playing with me!"
"Romano... what d... what are you talking about amor?"
Spain's hand rose to pat Romano, but it froze with Romano's next bust of words;
"No one really likes me! No one ever has! They always want something out of me, and you do to! I know you do! You wouldn't treat me this way really, especially after... how I treat you... and how I run away..."
"Is that how you really feel?"
Romano was surprised
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
A Message From Romano... To Spain.SpainA Message From Romano... To Spain. in Short Stories More Like This
As long as I can remember.
As many people as I have known.
None have had a smile as warm as yours.
Why is that?
I question myself about a lot of things, but none more than when I am questioning about things that have you in the subject, in bold.
You always act so tough, you always act like all will turn out swell, but what if one day it doesn't? What if one day, this little game we continue to play, comes to an end?
Will you hate me?
Will you only remember the bad things about me then?
Will your entire disposition change?
There were many times you pushed me away because you didn't want me getting 'hurt', but how would you feel if I were the one to push you away?
Would you take it seriously?
Would you accept it?
What would happen if I did?
Is there any way I can be certain that you'd accept it?
Would I be happy if you did?
Probably not...
I would probably ha
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.Of Tomatoes and Love 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
"Oh b
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attentionSpain. Without Romano 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like this one bit. Spain was his. Why should he have to share him? Romano was getting more and more fed up with it. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt that he could explode any second if things went any further between the Spaniard and his brother.
Spain. Without Romano 2 Spain stood there, mortified. He could not believe what he just heard. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but when it did, Spain broke. Tears began falling from his eyes, thought he wasn't aware of it. He was just stunned. The love of his life had broken up with him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. He tried to say something, but no words would come out of his mouth.Spain. Without Romano 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano found watching Spain break unbearable. He turned his head so that he wouldn't have to watch. He still loved the silly Spaniard, with all his heart, but Spain clearly did not love him as much as he loved him. "I think you better leave..." he said quietly.
Spain, suddenly brought back to life, looked up at Romano to see him looking away. "Romano... Please..." he said, standing back up and walking closer to him. "Please, don't do this. I love you, I really do!"
"Don't come
Spain. Without Romano 10 FINAL Everything was black. There was nothing to be seen nor touched. Romano was just floating there, wondering where the hell he was. Last he knew, he was shoving that tomato bastard out of the way of an oncoming car then, nothing. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. What to do...What to do... he thought over and over.Spain. Without Romano 10 FINAL in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"How about waking up?"
Huh? Where did that voice come from? Romano whipped his head around looking for the source of the voice to no avail. He sighed and crossed his arms again to go back to his thoughts.
"Hey, Romano, wake up."
There it was again. This time, however, when Romano turned around, he saw a small white light. It seemed as if the voice was coming from it. "Who are you?" He called to it with a slightly irritated tone.
"Please wake up..."
Spain. Without Romano 3 It didn't take long for Italy to place his brother at the dining table and fix him up a nice hot pasta dish. He placed the meal in front of his brother and sat down beside him. Romano picked up the fork and dug in. Italy was glad that his brother was eating. With what he knew of heartbroken people (mainly girls), they didn't really want to eat meals. Just stuff their faces with ice cream and chocolate.Spain. Without Romano 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano was half way through his pasta when Italy asked, "Do you want me to stay here tonight?"
He finished his mouthful of pasta then said, "What do you mean by that? Do you have plans or something?"
"Kinda. I said to Germany that I would spend the night at his place." Italy said, blushing slightly and looking down.
Romano raised his eyebrow at that. He didn't quite approve of his little brother's and Germany's relationship. He always blamed Germany for the changes that
Spain. Without Romano 4 Spain blinked a few times and sighed. He walked back over to the couch and sat in between France and Prussia again, with his arms crossed. "Alright. It had better be good. Otherwise I will kick you out. I'm really not in the mood for fun and games," he said in all seriousness.Spain. Without Romano 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No funny business, I swear. Just hear me out," France said putting his arm around Spain's shoulders. "Alright, so you know I'm having a party this week, right?"
Spain thought a moment. "You mean your birthday on the fourteenth?"
France nodded. "That's right. It's going to be very big and extravagant with French cuisine, beautiful women, a delectable cake, candles, flowers and-"
He was cut off by a flick on the forehead by Prussia. "You're getting off track, dude."
"Oh, sorry. As I was saying," France continued, "part of the party will
Spain. Without Romano 6 Romano stood there, shocked. Spain had found him and he had nowhere to run. This was a nightmare. He could stay here and listen to his bullshit, or run away and hope he found a way out. The later was sounding better to him.Spain. Without Romano 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hi, Roma..." Spain said, trying to sound cheerful.
Romano just glared at him. "What the hell do you want, you bastard?" he said, thinking of a way he could get past him and into the maze.
Spain put on his most sincere look and approached Romano. "I just want to say, I'm sorry... I neglected you and I shouldn't have done that. I promise I won't do it again! Just take me back, please."
Romano scoffed and stood up from the chair, crossing his arms. "I'm supposed to believe that crap? I bet someone else had to tell you what you did wrong! You're so thick-headed that you didn't even notice you were neglecting your own lover!" He said,
Spain. Without Romano 5 France's house truly was decorated for the occasion. The main hall had been cleaned until it shined and glittered even more with gold and silver highlights. There were various paintings framed in very well cared for wooden frames and spotless glass. The floor was marble and remained unblemished, even from the various people dancing. The ceiling was high and arched. Two crystal chandeliers hung from it and gave the room light. Roses of various colours decorated the entire room and tied everything together.Spain. Without Romano 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outside, rosebushes shaped a large, clear square area where people could come for fresh air. The music playing inside could also be heard out there. Most of the area outside was covered with well kept grass with a stepping stone path from the large glass doors that went to the hall, to the entrance of the maze that France was so proud of. He had designed it himself and made it the perfect place to take a lover for some privacy.
Spain. Without Romano 7Germany's face hardened, Italy's eyes widened, France looked away. All three of them were shocked to hear what Romano had done, but France had slightly expected it.Spain. Without Romano 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please help! We need to find him!" Spain pleaded, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stand the idea of his little Romano lost. "We'll be able to find him faster if we all search the maze."
Germany turned to Italy and asked, "Have you ever been in this maze before?"
Italy nodded. "I have a pretty good idea what the maze looks like."
"Good. We can search for him together," he said, standing up. He took Italy's hand and together they went into the maze to search for Romano.
"Come on, Spain. We can split up in the maze and search for Romano. Between the four of us, we'll surely find him," France said to his friend.
Spain stood up straigh
Spain. Without Romano 9 Spain had been running around the city for hours. He had searched in every place he thought Romano would be. He checked the tomato fields, the cafe, and anywhere in the main city. He had stopped off at Romano's house as well, but Italy told him that he left a while ago and hadn't come back. He was beginning to get tired and his feet were starting to hurt.Spain. Without Romano 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He found a nearby park and decided to search there. He glanced around, but didn't see Romano. He did, however, see a bench. Thinking there was no problem in taking a short break, he sat down on the bench and, without meaning to, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he had fallen asleep. Apparently his search had taken more out of him than he thought.
Romano had also been on the search since he left the bar. Even though he didn't realize it, he had been to the same places Spain went to. He even stopped off at home to see if he had c
Spain's Prisoner 16The dock was silent except for the crash of harsh waves against the wooden ships and the pain filled cries of the young Canadian who had fallen to his knees.Spain's Prisoner 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew's heart throbbed agonizingly in his wounded chest, and his French captain towered over him with saddened eyes as he watched.
Vacant seconds turned to early minutes, and unbearably measured minutes turned into half an hour gone by.
Still no Alfred. Still no Arthur.
Prussia was done waiting for a miracle to happen and looked away from the spot both of the men had died. Then, he coughed roughly, cocking the pistol he held once again.
"Ludwig, tie up my old friend. I'll get Francis." He ordered, receiving a nod as he pointed his gun towards the Frenchman.
France didn't try to run. None of them did. Matthew just kept crying as Francis picked up his trembling form, holding him close as he was escorted along with the Italians still embracing one another in fear by Gilbert. Spain walked in front of them with Ludwig, and now Franci
Hetalia Academy 2Feliciano walked quietly behind the taller man who was leading him towards him room. He felt the twinge of uncomfort and awkwardness burn in him. He wanted to talk but he also felt that this man wouldn't appreciate much so his words just ended up burning in his throat.Hetalia Academy 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, Ludwig had bright the small Italian to a large building, a few stories high, but they only went to the third floor to door number two-hundred. Thank goodness there was an elevator.
"Here," The blonde said roughly, offering Feli the silver key he pulled from his pocket. "This is your room from now on and that is the key. I get a key, as well because, as orders from the head master, I am to check up on you daily until he instructs otherwise." He explained vaguely, not giving reasons why or giving the boy time for questions in-between.
"Also, I will escort you to your classes for the first week to help you learn where they are. As well as lunch and back to your dorm, if needed."
"A-Ah, Th-thank you. I appreciate
Hetalia Academy 3Romano groaned, his sleep being interrupted by a load, rude knocking on his door. "Stupid grandpa it's too early " He muttered before hearing a Spanish accent on the other side of the wooden barrier. His hazel eyes snapped open violently, jerking upward and staring around the tomato painted room. Oh yeah he wasn't in Italy with Grandpa Rome anymoreHetalia Academy 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi! Lovino! Lovino, mi amour!" The Spanish accent continued, and Romano growled in hatred. He stood up, only in his red boxers, and didn't reply to Antonio. Rubbing the back of his head tiredly, he looked around before heading towards his closet to find some clothes for his first full day here at the academy.
He heard a quiet clicking noise, but ignored it. His shirts and pants were hung on hangers and his underwear was folded neatly into the draws that were on the left and right side of the closet. Somebody was supposed to be bringing him his dress pants and uniform jacket today, so so far this was all he had ready.
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 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
Spain's Prisoner 14"What?" The Prussian scoffed, slightly annoyed. His crimson eyes glittered in the bright sunlight. "Is that Alfred? Oh, and Feliciano too! This is just too good!"Spain's Prisoner 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The albino laughed, holding his stomach as he did. His head threw back so the veins in his white neck popped uncomfortable looking and his grin widened into a painful form. "Too good!" He laughed again, wiping the mocking tears from his eyes. "Arthur! So it is true about Alfred and Feliciano! I'm so sorry, my dear friend." He wrapped a pale arm around the shorter man's shoulders, smirking up at the teens.
No one else said a word nor moved an inch until Arthur coughed roughly, still being held in an intimately close position to the Prussian.
"It is. These two fools stole a boat and randomly sailed off in the middle of the ocean!" He spit unpleasantly, Alfred clenching his teeth at the slime scorned towards them. Still, he was quiet, and stood protectively and armed in front of the younger Italian.
"Doesn't seem t
Spain's Prisoner 15It was cold.Spain's Prisoner 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The temperature was icy though Arthur could feel nothing but such and a sensation of agony running through him from his abdominal.
The pitiless ocean water swirled past his lips, filling his lungs with a solid force as he searched desperately for air. His emerald eyes burned as the salt plunged itself onto the green orbs, though his tears were evaporated against the shadowy water hindering his sight of anything as it filled with his blood.
Though he couldn't hear it, having collapsed rearward into the bitter ocean, cutting off his senses as the pain and shock disabled him as he swiftly floated further away from surface.
The Prussian gave a harsh push, making the Frenchman locking fists with him stumble backwards before he started running where he could see blood soil the water.
He stood at the edge of the wood, searching for any sign of movement from the Brit still below.
Alfred gasped, dropping the pistol from his trembling hands as he charged f
Hetalia Academy 12Matthew climbed up the files of stairs until he finally reached the roof. He looked around at the buildings that held the various species, each house having its own type of animal. He weaved through them, rushing towards the one he knew held snakes. He opened the green door, being pushed aside by the warm air. Sun lamps warmed the building as he walked in, searching cautiously until he found the tag that read "Viperidae".Hetalia Academy 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He peered into the glass confinement, shivering as he did. The creatures were long and rough looking, and he hated to admit it but snakes were just about the only animals he was afraid of.
But he had to do this. He hardly had a choice and if he didn't someone else would and get hurt. But even with his gift he had to be careful with such a poisonous animal.
Opening the glass door, he pulled on the long gloves that hung beside the door for protection. Nervously pushing the door the rest of the way open, he targeted one of the animals.
"Hello," He spoke quietly, only to
Spain's Prisoner 17"We're almost there, prisoners." Captain Gilbert announced with a sadistic grin, cutting the memorable singing off.Spain's Prisoner 17 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"And where exactly is it we are going?" Francis asked harshly. No one had bothered to ask since they were busy ringing their vocals in bittersweet reminiscence, but now worry finally started to smother the group in an anxious blanket.
A cruel laugh fluttered from the Prussians pale lips. "To go meet Sadik, of course." He grinned at the horrified faces and hummed quietly. "Hmm, but since we no longer have Alfred to fight we need someone else " His crimson eyes grazed slowly over each form.
Not the Italians, they were practically useless when it came to strength. Not to mention the older one was injured. But so was Antonio, who under any other circumstances would have been the best choice but now he could hardly even walk. That left The Frenchman and the Canadian. The younger sibling of America didn't really have his brothers strength, but he didn't really trust F
Hetalia Academy 11"You son of a bitch!" Antonio fumed.Hetalia Academy 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Gilbert…" Matthew muttered quietly, all eyes on the red faced albino with the young Italian whose arms were wrapped tightly around his torso lovingly.
"W-Wait, Lovino, what the hell are you-?" Gilbert stared in shock and slight horror at the tan man that hugged into his chest. "Come on, get off!" He complained, the eyes he knew were on them burning excruciatingly. But it seemed the harder he tried to push the other off, the tighter his tan arms stiffened around him as if he had no intentions of ever letting go.
"Gil, what the hell! How long has this been going on?" The Spaniard shouted, his arms throwing themselves up into the air. His face burned a bright, crisp red, almost to match the tomatoes he loved to such.
"Not long! I mean, it hasn't! I don't know what's happening!" The Prussian urged, trying again to push the younger boy off of him.
"Lovino, let go of Gilbert!" Francis wrapped his arms under the Italian's, pulling as the albino sho
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 13Once the couple reached Italy, they walked inside holding hands. Lovino was wearing a huge smile on his face. When the rest of the mafia noticed them, they all stood up looking at them with curious faces. Feliciano jumped over to his brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are now officially out of debt!"
The younger Italian smiled and hugged his older twin. Lovino eventually let go of his younger brother and turned to Antonio.
"It's all thanks to you, Spain. We don't have to seperated now.''
Lovino hugged the Spanish man tightly with a few tears falling.
Antonio just smiles while the rest of the mafia clapped and cheered on the Spanish man's behalf. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets.
They all turned around to face the American.
"It's Christmas Eve. This could count as Spain's present to us, right?"
England stepped up and held Alfred's hand.
"Of course, you git."
The Italian twins spoke in unison.
"Grazie mille."
One by one, everybody came up to Antonio. Thanking him and huggi
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
"Morning, Antonio..."
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
"Will do."
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
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 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.
"So, that's
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."
"Oh yeah."
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 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?"
"Give it."
"Give what?"
"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 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.
"Hi, Yao."
"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 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
"Mmm...Buongiorno fratello..."
"Working already?"
"Of course."
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.
"Ni hao."
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?"
"A trade."
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
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.
"Dammit Prussia!!"
Antonio and Arthur looked in the kitchen and noticed it was Roderich yelling at Gilbert.
"Germany, your bruder is such a c
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
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?"
"A year."
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."
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
If It's Love ch.3Disclaimer: I don't own HetaliaIf It's Love ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If It's Love
Chapter Three: Working Man
Lovino looks at Antonio annoyed. The man has done nothing since he 'grew up', something of which Lovino has seen little to no evidence of. All the bastard is doing is playing with his brothers on the Wii or flirting with Lovino. Granted, the fact he's flirting is technically a sign he's older than a five year old, but still.
Growing bored of the sight, Lovino huffs and heads off to his room to watch TV. He sadly gets no more than seven minutes into the show when Antonio pops in, apparently done with the game.
"Hey Lovi." Antonio says, walking up to sit next to Lovino on the bed.
"What do you want? Go back to my brothers." Lovino groans. He really wanted to watch this show without some creepy guy hanging all over him.
"Lovi, I'm not just a friend or guest, I'm your fiancé." The Spaniard reminds him, wrapping an arm around Lovino's shou
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.
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
Where The Heart Is Ch.2a/n: i dont own hetaliaWhere The Heart Is Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where The Heart Is
Chapter Two: Family
Romano stares at Feliciano in shock, his hand now shaking and clutching onto the couch arm. " Bro ther ?" Feliciano nods and runs onto the couch, hugging him tightly. "FRATELLO! I LOVE YOU!" Romano blushes and tries to push the boy off of him. "Fra ? Love ?" Feliciano tightens his grip on him and kisses him on the cheek. "I've missed you so much! Mom and me would talk about you all the time!" Romano feels his hands turn into fists while holding onto Feliciano. "Dad never said I had siblings "
Feliciano backs up to look at him. "Ve~ we actually have a little brother, too. His name is Marcello. He doesn't live with me because Gilbert can only legally take care of two kids with his income so he lives with our neighbors Berwald and Tino and their son Peter!" Romano feels his left eye twitch. "I hav
See Me :Spamano oneshot:See MeSee Me :Spamano oneshot: in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano knows what he is to others, he knows what they think when they see him; if only he were Veneziano. He should not hold it against his brother, and usually he doesn't. Despite this, there are days when he can't help it. These are the days when Spain is around.
Seeing his brother and his old boss smiling and joking always causes a sort of bitter feeling to build in the pit of his stomach. The man he loves getting along better with the brother he is always compared to. Of course even that is nothing compared to the horrible twist to his heart when Spain and Veneziano talk about seeing each other in the past. The days when Spain had Romano in his house, desperately wishing he was Veneziano.
His hands begin to tremble as Spain teases Veneziano about being cute. It's not fair, it's never fair. He loves Spain more than anything, but he hates them both when they do this. Rather than get furious and
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Where The Heart Is
Chapter seven: Rivals
"Lovi~! Can you feel it in the air?" Antonio exclaims as he runs around their backyard covered in snow. Romano glares at the man as he pulls his scarf closer to his face. "What? The cold? Yeah, I can feel it " "No, Lovi~! The Christmas spirit! Family, love, joy and peace are all around!" The Spaniard exclaims as he leads Romano out their back gate entrance and onto the sidewalk. "Leave it to you to make something cheesy even cheesier and I'm not feeling any of those things." "Fratello!" "Fratello~!" Marcello and Feliciano come up and cling to his arms. "Ok I'm feeling the family part sadly." Romano groans and Antonio laughs. "I'm glad~!"
"I did not mean it in a good way " The teen points out as his brothers snuggle up to him for warmth. "Lets go into your house, fratello!" Marcello begs and Feliciano nods. "Ve~! I'm so
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The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
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The meeting was not even half way through yet and Lovino wanted to die in a hole. Why, you might ask? Well, there's that insane Danish nation seated on his right- yes, the one who keeps stroking that insanely large axe of his and winking at a very mortified-looking Norwegian seated across the long table. Then on his left was the small trembling nation that lived near Russia... Latvia, was it? Then opposite him was that perverted French bastard that made strange kissy-faces at everyone and anyone he could, the potato bastard who happened to be in his field of vision and next to him was the tomato bastard.
The tomato bastard: otherwise known as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain. But to Lovino, the tomato bastard was a fine enough name for him.
There he was, sitting there smiling at him at every opportunity he got. Before the meeting started the Southern Italian had worked hard to avoid the persistent Spaniard. He hid under tables and behind anyone who was standing
SiestaAntonio liked naps, especially after lunch.Siesta in Romance More Like This
Lovino also liked naps. However, he wasn't too keen to take one with the tomato bastard he called a lover. Here he was at Antonio's house for the first time in weeks and this was one of the rare opportunities that the two nations got to see each other; their bosses had kept them so busy lately that they found it hard to even speak to each other let alone see each other. With all the crap that had been happening lately, Lovino actually welcomed the break. He welcomed the little holiday with open arms and even if was only for a weekend, it was better than nothing.
Antonio smiled lightly, lying comfortably in the bed. He gestured to the smaller male before him and pulled on his wrist lightly, tugging him onto the bed beside him. Lovino scowled, having landed in an awkward position beside the Spaniard and huffed, "I don't approve of this."
"Aww, why not? I just want to take a nap with you that's all!" Antonio said, adjusting his position slightly
ColourLovino hated the rain. He could start explaining why in a fancy poetic fashion but the truth was that he hated it simply because it was wet and cold and every time he walked to his apartment, some fucker would always drive through a large puddle and end up soaking him.Colour in Romance More Like This
"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
"What's wrong?"
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
"Fuck you."
Lovino merely huffed
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- Ch17Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch17 in Romance More Like This
Pairing: SpainxRomano
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- Ch10Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth.Blessed With A Curse- Ch10 in Romance More Like This
Pairing: SpainxRomano
Lovino wondered why he even bothered.
He stood in the stuffy kitchen, making yet another pizza. This place... it wasn't anything special; it was just a small restaurant on the high street which attracted tourists rather than locals. He often wondered if he could move on to bigger and better things but a part of him told him why bother? He had a stable job, along with his brother, and they were earning money to get them by, so why should he quit? If he did, he would only have a hard enough time finding another job... so leaving this one was risky.
Feliciano had often talked about opening a restaurant together. Lovino, obviously, had shot him down with all the disadvantages of doing that and the plan was abandoned.
"It would never work," he had told Feliciano the day he had suggested it, "It would be too difficult."
"Ve, why?" the younger brother had questioned innocently
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
Pairing: SpainxRomano
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
Pairing: SpainxRomano
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?"
"Because it's
GrandmanoAntonio stared. Like, actually stared to the point where his eyes were so wide they might just fall out of his head.Grandmano in Romance More Like This
He knew this was a great idea, but damn he didn't know Lovino would look this good.
"Hey, bastard! What are you looking at?" Lovino grumbled, irritated by the fact that the Spaniard just stood there staring, not saying a word. Antonio couldn't take his eyes off him... or rather he couldn't take his eyes off his legs. Goddamn, those legs looked good in that nightdress. And the glasses suited him too. Antonio knew the Italian would look good in anything, even that grandmother bonnet he sported.
He knew that Little Red Riding Hood was a good theme for this year's Halloween!
Lovino looked good.
Lovino looked absolutely fucking adorable.
...Lovino was pointing a shot gun at him.
"Don't fucking stare, asshole!"
"But you look so cute!" Antonio cooed, ignoring the fact that there was a gun pointed at his face as he approached the Italian with a big grin. Lovino ste
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
Spamano: 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: 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.
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.
"Ahh "
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: 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.
But still.
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
DenNor: Forgotten Part 4To the common person, Lukas seems unreadable. It's understandable. I had the same misconception when I was just getting to know him, as a little kid.DenNor: Forgotten Part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
But when you know him long enough, like I have, his emotions get a lot easier to comprehend. The tilt of his head shows his amusement, the knitting of his eyebrows tells you how pissed he is, and a few wrinkles around his eyes betrays the fact that internally, he's beaming. And I have always prided myself in being not only one of the few people who can read him so well, but also one of the few people who can inspire so much emotion in him.
But, when I walk into his hospital room, he is literally expressionless, as if someone has wiped his face clean.
He hasn't looked at me like that in years. I mean, at the very least I expect a look of mild irritation - I'm used to that. But when he looks at me, there's nothing in his eyes. At first I ignore it, and I throw myself at him, but even then his eyes only narrow in slight annoyance. Not even a
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
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
Migraines-Spamano"Sheesh, isn't that idiot awake yet?"Migraines-Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino Vargas, personification of South Italy, sat back in his chair in his boyfriend's kitchen. It wasn't usual that Lovino woke up before that annoying Spanish bastard, so the Italian was a little curious as to why Antonio wasn't up yet.
The couple's morning usually operated as such. Antonio would wake up at an extremely early time in the morning and start working on some really elaborate breakfast that completely wasn't needed. After a few hours of working, he would then go back into their bedroom to wake Lovino with a smile, the Italian growling about how he didn't want to get up, even though he did so anyway. Once they've sat down an eaten, they would get on to what ever they had to do that day...which usually involved Antonio bothering Lovino at terrible times in the day.
It was different today since Antonio wasn't up and smiling like usual. This morning was just to...foreign.
"I better go see whats up...stupid moron." Lovino sighed irritably
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If you could know when you would meet your soul mate would you want to?
Tick... Tick... Tick...
The numbers slowly flashed by with each passing second, counting dutifully down as they had done for the past three years of his life.
Lovino just wished they would hurry the fuck up and reach zero already.
On the day of his fifteenth birthday, the timer had appeared faithfully, as it did for every person on their own, appeared on his wrist. The day it disappeared would be the destined day he would meet the person meant to be his soul mate.
When it first appeared, Lovino had been absolutely ecstatic. He had heard rumors, horror stories of the 'soul counter' never appearing. These people were always avoided, outcasted from society.
He was already an outcast of enough, shunned by his fellow peers in favor of hi
Night .:Spamano:.Warning: Illegal amounts of fluff, Lovino, the abuse of marshmallows, and blanket-bashing.Night .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Boy love, don't like don't read.
"Come on, mi Lovinito! You're shivering!"
"Vaffanculo, bastardo! Like hell I'm going to even be caught dead with that on."
Sighing, Antonio looked over at the huddled mass that was his boyfriend (even though Lovino hated the word, it never stopped Antonio from using it). Despite the fact that he had his arms pulled inside of an oversized hoodie and wrapped around himself in a vain attempt to gain warmth, he still refused what was offered to him.
"But Lovi~" Antonio whined, reaching out with a long arm to poke the shivering Italian in his side. His hand was promptly smacked away (which was a real feat, honestly, with the other's hands still hidden in the jacket). "No one can see you here! Sure, you said that you'd rather use your own vomit instead, but please! Just take it." Lovino shook his head and scowled, refusing to meet Anton
Love: Part 2 .:Spamano:.Warnings for this chapter: Lovino, slightly hinted GerIta and SwissBel(gium) but if you blink, you could possibly miss it. Boy love DL;DRLove: Part 2 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer:Hetalia is owned by the cutest man alive ; A ; I am not him
He decided to skip his class that day, ignoring his teacher's call of "Go sit back down! What do you mean you're leaving? I'm teaching here! DON'T IGNORE ME YOUNG MA-" Honestly, he could have cared less about what the lecture on World History would have been.
His life had just been fucked up and turned upside-down and he had no clue how the hellhe could go about fixing it.
Walking back down the same path he had taken earlier to class, he couldn't help but stare at the newest marking that was now etched on his skin. It was, in a way, mesmerizing. The left half of the quarter-sized heart was a cheerfully bright green, wonderfully contrasting with the ruby red other half.
He vaguely recalled his brother's heart, which had appeared a
Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:.Warnings for this chapter: Lovino's language, maybe slight OOC (I'm not sure?)Love: Part 3 .:Spamano:. in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. The man who does has been missing for months ;n;
Lovino fiddled with the cup in his hand nervously, sloshing the un-drunk liquid back and forth with each movement, his thoughts running wild due to anticipation. He tapped his leg anxiously against the ground, repressing the urge to run that rose in his chest as time passed at an impossibly slow rate. He knew he was getting stared at by the waitress, he could feel her gaze watching him apprehensively, as if afraid he would do something to her if she took her eyes off of him. But honestly, a menial waitress was the last thing on his mind.
Two days ago, he had met Antonio; he had met the person that was destined to be with him forever. He had met his match, the one who carried the same heart-s
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
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Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
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
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He was a hired assassin.
Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.
Until he met Matthias.
Matthias was Lukas's oppositeMatthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivid with lively emotion. His hair stuck up everywhere, as if he had experienced an electrocution, contrary to Lukas's neat, straight tresses, save for the curl that jutted out to the right of his head. Matthias was never calm, never quiet; he always just had to be doing something.
He was the only person Lukas could feel emotion
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
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
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Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
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
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 7WARNING YET AGAIN DON'T READ IF YOU WANT JUST FLUFF!Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 7 in Horror More Like This
No. No. No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't happening; Alfred couldn't be gone, too. Not Alfred. It was impossible for him to die. That'd be like you dying. Haha, no It's a hallucination, all in your head, from Arthur's death, that's it, you were just distressed; and if you ran away, it would all be gone You could hear them calling your name: Francis and Ivan Ivan but no, they could wait You needed to run, set things straight And then you tripped. Something warm and red ran down your leg, but you couldn't feel any pain. You looked back, over at the object that made you stop running, and it was another, shiny black coffin, identical to the one that Alfred was just in. But Alfred wasn't dead. He wasn't. You would prove it to everyone, to yourself. You opened the lid. It was not Alfred.
It was Arthur.
The sound of stomping boots rang far away, on another planet, but the person to whom the boots bel
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 4WARNING FOR THE FOURTH TIME: DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE JUST LOOKING FOR FLUFF ANF FLUFFINESSHeartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 4 in Horror More Like This
"I just love sunflowers," he mused happily, picking one up off of a nearby sunflower plant. "They make me feel warm, taking my mind off of the ever-present cold back at my place."
"Sure, er, sunflowers are nice!" you said nervously, not wanting to disagree with Ivan. There was still some doubt in your mindafter all, everyone did say that he was a dangerous and unpredictable country.
Changing the subject, you gestured to the hot sun, and asked, "Ivan, aren't you dying in all those clothes? It is summertime, after all," ending with a pointed look at his thick scarf, enormous trench coat, and heavy boots.
Ivan just smiled a mysterious smile, and stroked his sunflower. "I don't go anywhere without my scarf," was all he had to say about the matter.
You spent five minutes in silence, wondering what to talk about, when Ivan randomly said, "_________________, I'm terribly sorry, but I must be getting
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Elsewhere, Spain forward David Villa missed a penalty but later grabbed an injury-time winner as Valencia triumphed 2-1 at Genoa to make sure of their place and eliminate the Italians.
Anderlecht and Valencia were joined by Lille, who beat Slavia Prague 3-1, and former England coach Steve McClaren's FC Twente, who completed the lineup for the last 32 with a 1-1 draw at eliminated Steaua Bucharest.
Only four places were up for grabs in Thursday's 12 games, with a number of teams having already qualified including Anderlecht's opponents Ajax.
Anderlecht, former winners of the old Uefa Cup, broke through after 13 minutes when Mbark Boussoufa floated in a free kick and Lukaku rose to head his first European goal.
On target
The teenager was on target again nine minutes later with another header after a pinpoint cross from Jonathan Legear.
Thursday December 17Group A Ajax A 1-3 Anderlecht Dinamo Zagreb 1-2 TimisoaraGroup B Lille 3-1 Slavia Prague Genoa 1-2 ValenciaGroup C Hapoel Tel Aviv 1-0 Hamburg Rapid Vienna 3-3 CelticGroup G Lazio 0-1 Levski Sofia Villarreal 0-1 SalzburgGroup H Steaua Bucharest 1-1 Twente Fenerbahce 1-0 Sheriff TiraspolGroup I Benfica 2-1 AEK Athens Everton 0-1 Bate Borisov
Urby Emanuelson pulled one back for four-times European champions Ajax midway through the second half.
Anderlecht and Ajax finished level on 11 points in Group A, the Belgians edging top spot on head-to-head record.
Valencia scored in stoppage time at the end of each half to beat Genoa and top Group B with 12 points.
Bruno Saltor was on target with a looping header at the end of the first half for the Spaniards before former Argentina forward Hernan Crespo revived Genoa with a superbly-taken goal six minutes after the break.
Villa wasted a chance to put Valencia back in front when he fired wide from the spot but atoned by capitalising on keeper Alessio Scarpi's poor clearance to snatch the winner in the fifth minute of stoppage time.
Goals from Yohan Cabaye, Gervinho and Ludovic Obraniak gave Lille a 3-1 win over Group B bottom club Slavia Prague.
Twente finished second in Group H, behind winners Fenerbahce, when Ronnie Stam scored with a long-range shot which deflected past Robinson Zapata in the 35th minute to cancel out an earlier goal for Steaua by Pantelis Kapetanos.
Salzburg were the only team to complete the group stage with a 100 per cent record, winning 1-0 at Villarreal thanks to a seventh-minute goal by Dusan Svento in Group G.
Both teams had already qualified.
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So the monthly circus which is the PP elections is over. Congrats to the winners, laugh at the Ajay's. I'd thought I'd take the time to publish a MoFA article for you all