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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.

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

Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"

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.

Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual references

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 mis

Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.

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 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.

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),

GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.

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 th

New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy…You go first."

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 sm

ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.

A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.

That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You we

Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.

It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.

It's mostly the hallucinations.

They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.

The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.

It's terrifying, when he co

PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.

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

DenNor: Forgotten Part 3I wake up.

That's it. One moment there is nothing, and then the next I'm awake. That's it.

There's a dull throbbing in my head. No, not dull. The longer I remain in existence the more prominent it becomes. I feel my eyes clenching shut against the ache.

My eyes. I don't want to, but I open them.

In an instant my senses are flooded with images. The pounding in my skull quickens, and I shut my eyes immediately against the pain. Ah. The darkness is nice and minimal, and for a few minutes I rest.

But then I'm curious. I take a cautious sniff to the air. Alcohol, I decide. The medical kind.

How do I know that?

Ever so slowly this time I pry

Snow Day: _Spamano_"Where are we going?"

  He had to trip over himself some to keep up.

"You'll see, it'll be fun..."

"Look..,"

Romano pulled to a stop, Spain stopping along with him as his hand currently seemed to be attached to Romano's sleeve.

"Its freezing, we just ate, I want to go home okay!?"

"J.. jeeze.."

   Spain calmed himself and took steps toward Romano, releasing his grip on Romano's sleeve, whom merely stared at him in question. Once close enough to feel one another's breath un-purposely, Spain put a hand upon Romano's head, patting him repeatedly for about three turns.

   Then, bending slightly so h

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...

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, h

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.

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, b

If The Right One Came Along (DenNor)"I've got this friend…"

Lukas looks up from his drink. Never before in this bar has a tablemate actually tried to start a conversation with him, and he likes it that way. He's in no mood for talking. But the man doesn't stop.

"Do you now."

The blonde across the table grins at him. "He's a handsome devil. But he's lonely as hell."

"Is he."

"He acts cool for his friends, and he does his best to make sure everyone around him is happy. Really though, he's just a romantic sap who wants someone to fall in love with."

"Hm."

"But I think, if that person came along, he'd make them happier than they've ever been. He's just not sure how to f

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Spamano: A Name

by ~ninjabunny1, Jan 2, 2012, 2:44:17 PM
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With the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?

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.