You be Spain + I'll be Romano by Yolapeoples, literature
Literature
You be Spain + I'll be Romano
You'll be Spain and I'll be Romano
A Hetalia Axis Powers Fanfic
By Yolapeoples
"But Lovi~, it'd be fun!" said Spain, trying his best to convince the less than amused looking Italian in front of him.
And Romano was having none of it, "No. Dammit, Spain, where the hell do you come up with these things?"
Spain paused, looking thoughtful for a moment before a light bulb popped up next to his head, "Your brother did it with Germany!"
No, Romano was not amused. At the mention of a certain German nation in the same sentence as "your brother", his eyebrows immediately furrowed in irritation.
"The answer is no, Spain. I will not, nor will I eve
A Message From Romano... To Spain. by PokeFox, literature
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A Message From Romano... To Spain.
Spain
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 ho
Spamano: Teacher's Pet by Shadow-of-Sins, literature
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Spamano: Teacher's Pet
Buzz buzz buzz
Ugh
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Shut up.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz- smack!
Finally
Fuck. I can't believe this. Not again! I throw the covers off of myself and look down; oh yeah, I went to bed with my pants on last night. It's a good thing I did, but my legs are still sticky and covered with goddamn it. What the hell was I- my face burns red when I remember the dream I had last night. That bastard, get out of my fucking head!
Buzz buzz buzz buzz
Aw, shut up. I slam my hand down onto the snooze button as my first instinct. I look at the time. Fuck. I jump out of bed and pull my clothes off and spring i
Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2 by Shadow-of-Sins, literature
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Spamano: Teacher's Pet 2
Funny how flustered I got worrying about detention all day, when right now I'm happily back into that hot, wet warmth.
Yeah. Carriedo has me on the edge of his desk, the dirty bastard, standing in front of me with our bodies pressed against one another. I can't even remember how we got to this; I was determined to just take out my books and pretend to do some work, but somehow we ended up like this. The door locked, kissing passionately, something burning inside us both - in my cheeks, in my chest, in my groin
He nips my bottom lip playfully, making a seductive sound, and he licks it, long and sensual. I let out a soft groan, bastard.
Querido Diario,
Lovino Vargas is so cute. Even cuter than last year! And this year, we're both in high school, so I can ask him out without him calling me a paedophile! Although after all those dreams I've been having of him
It was 07:30 when all of Hetalia High School was graced with the confident, beaming white grin of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Like every other day, he stirred the student body with the turning heads of giddy, gossiping girls. Like every other day, he nodded them a modest "Hello" and pretended not to notice. With his cheery, apple eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his smoothly tanned arms and his curling chocol
The morning was stifling. Bright, unabashed Spanish morning, all yellows and golds. And red, of course, there was so much red. The light streamed through the house, illuminating every corner and crevice, painting a wide grin onto everyone's face. Almost.
A choke could be heard, if you listened, or was it a laugh? Not that anyone was listening. No, everyone was down at the docks, cheering, crying, waving flags. ¡Viva l'Espagna, plus ultra!
Bollocks...
Why did it always come back to this?
The house was still and empty, save for the broken figure of a teenage boy, weeping in the stairwell, tearing the silence with choked sobs.
In the Garden - Spamano by FluffyFlaaffy, literature
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In the Garden - Spamano
It was another warm, sunny day in the summer in Spain. Antonio was asleep in his house when Lovino decided to visit for whatever reason. Why was Lovino visiting that paedo? He didn't know. Or, rather, didn't want to admit it. The younger male knocked on the Spaniard's door a couple of times. When there was no answer, Lovino assumed that Antonio was either out somewhere, or sleeping. Not wanting to burst in to find out which it was, the Italian wandered off to one of his most favourite places Antonio's tomato garden.
Lovino was always fascinated by the tomato garden, ever since he was a child working for Antonio. He loved them so much
The 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
Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshot by chibi-nao15, literature
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Love Blossoms -Spamano oneshot
Disclaimer: Hetalia. Not mine. NOOOPE. Now hush and try to enjoy my random Spamano drabble.
Love Blossoms
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Romano lived with Spain during his childhood, everyone knows this. They also know the two have been together since god-knows-when. What most of them don't know, with the exception of Prussia and France since that idiot Spain told them, was that it was actually Romano who fell in love first. He was hundreds of years old, but was still a little kid, when he realized it. It was just another typical day at Spain's house; the man had been gone for half a year,