#lovino cat

[ivanscarf]

the bane of germany’s existence /affectionate

(don’t tag as ship)

[heedzhee-art]

кітики

✒ 7

[renonv]

Ivan is gonna crush Lovino like a little grape 🍇 💜 out of love and adoration ofc

A littol close up 🩷

[romatito]

i am not immune to nekotalia spamano 😔😔🐱🐱

i think that bc roma has such a catlike personality already, he wouldnt get along with the cat version of himself very well and theyd end up just. fighting with each other constantly. which.... pisses romano off even more because. thats a fucking CAT what do you MEAN ?! and meanwhile spain just finds it all hilarious. and kind of adorable tbh.

[hetagrammy]

#mmm Una not understanding sarcasm poor child lives with the most sarcastic people known to man and just

She may not understand sarcasm, but she is so unintentionally brutally honest that it protects her. She will roast people without even making an effort, she's just pointing out facts.

sorry if I’m bothering you but once you posted art of Lovi and Molly’s kids and I haven’t been able to find it? If you deleted it or don’t know where it is that’s fine! I was just thinking about it last night haha

You're never a bother! It always makes me happy when you pop into my inbox

This applies only in AUs where they aren't nations, because nations have some caveats with this kind of stuff as we're all aware of.

I made this ages ago, but it's still a pretty solid summary of the kids. Caterina and Sebastiano are twins, and there's about a 14 year age gap between them and Maria, the youngest. These fucklechucks came about from an RP I did with a friend in a Victorian AU where Lovino and Molly got together, and the character growth sort of spiraled out from there.

At the time I also made an attempt at making a relationship chart for all of them, which is still pretty vague, but it's something of a summary. Long story short, I have way too many thoughts about this family's dynamics for a bunch of ship oc children.

Putting an old video thing I made under the cut because even if my art style has shifted a bit it still makes me laugh

[yawujin]

"cheer up!" axis x sad!reader

type | comfort , platonic , gender neutral reader , alcohol drinking , human names used

🇮🇹 feliciano would try his best to have you look on the bright side of things. he would remind you of how many adorable cats there were in the world, he would make you remember how soft their fur is. he offers to make you some delicious food, pasta, with a side salad. he decides the best way to get you out of your mood is by putting some soothing music on. the sound of his record player can be heard starting up as the music begins to play. he opens the curtains wide and opens the window for fresh air.

🇩🇪 the night is cold, but the air surrounding ludwig is quite warm. he welcomes you to sit near him in the pub. he chose to come here because his older brother went to the pub whenever he felt down. he figured that perhaps the best way to get whatever made you upset off of your mind was to get drunk and forget about it. the night concludes with you getting a little tipsy, and receiving a looong goodnight hug from the german after he had helped walk you home.

🇯🇵 you already knew what kiku was going to suggest. "let's stay home today, we can eat whatever you want. you can pick an anime for us to watch, too..." honestly, having a stress free day where you can be as lazy as you want didn't sound half bad. you tuck your feet under the kotatsu, and begin to search up a show you had been wanting to rewatch. kiku doesn't wait around, he's already got the water boiling to make some tea.

🇮🇹 by the quaint, little park where all the ducks and their ducklings roamed about, lovino had sat you down next to him and refused to leave until you had told him everything you had on your mind. little by little, you opened up to him and a sympathetic smile formed on his lips as moved closer to you. he told you not to worry so much, for worry is always a person's worst enemy. he offered you breadcrumbs, and you took them. together, you guys fed the ducks. soon, the feeling of loneliness wore off.

🇩🇪 like the good older brother he is, gilbert wanted to make some food for you to chow down on and forget about all your troubles. he was surprised, to say the least, when you said you were unable to get hungry when you were feeling sad. that's funny...ludwig always wanted food when he was a sad, young boy he thought. instead gil welcomed you into his car and turned up the radio, praying a good song would come on. the two of you went for a spontaneous drive, blasting music the whole ride.

˚✧ ₊˚ NSFW axis comfort fic | thanks for reading!

[hetalia-angel]

Hey, I love your work! May I please request some headcanons with yandere! England, France, Italy, Russia, Romano, and Spain with a super cuddly s/o? (I'm sorry if this has already been requested.)

Yandere headcanons with a cuddly s/o

England

England is a strict worrying yandere. He’s one of the more intense yanderes to live with. But with a s/o that’ll willing cuddle with him constantly his darling’s leash will become a lot longer.

Arthur sees cuddling with his s/o as a bonding activity. The more cuddling and skin to skin contact the better. He views the cuddling as sign of her trust and reliance on him.

Arthur has a bad habit of infantilizing his s/o. He’s still bitter about losing his precious colonies. He’ll be tucking in his s/o and cuddling her close every night and cutting out time of his day to read with her on his lap.

France

France is a delusional yandere. He truly believes that his darling loves him but is still in denial. So when his darling starts cuddling up with Francis immediately believes that his suspicions have been confirmed. And that she’s totally okay with being kidnapped by him.

Francis is the most romantic yandere ever and he loves to spend long hours on the hill tops with his darling in his arms. This cuddling will no doubt gain his trust. So if you’re his darling expect to go on picnics a few times a week at least and spend all of it in his arms.

Russia

Russia sees his darling’s affection as her accepting her new place as his s/o. Ivan loves cuddling and physical touch more than anyone else. So he’ll be clinging to his darling 24/7. Ivan will be hugging her in the kitchen, bathroom, and everywhere else.

Sleeping next to the Ivan in the same bed is difficult to say the least. He’s a big guy that takes up a lot of space. But he’s insistent on cuddling his darling all night long. His darling might be cuddly but she’s got to feel smothered by the Russian giant.

Romano

Lovino is like a cat in terms of his personality. His darling will cling onto him for hours at a time and he’ll do nothing but complain and tell her that she’s being annoying. But the second she lets go Lovino will be glaring and freaking out as to why she stopped holding onto him.

Lovino will always tease his darling for clinging onto him. He secretly loves it and his darling knows too. Lovino will never admit to loving her embrace.

Italy

Feliciano will no doubt match the energy of a cuddly darling. He’ll be cuddling up with her at every chance he gets. Feli will be so ecstatic every time his s/o hugs him every time.

Feliciano like Ivan is a bedtime cuddler. He might as well get a smaller bed since he doesn’t need that much space. Feliciano just cramps next to his darling is a small space anyways.

Spain

Antonio is also like a cat but in the exact opposite way of Romano. He’s calm and sleepy constantly. He’ll relax with his darling in his arms. Iron grip

Antonio will always humor his darling’s attempts of cuddling and hugging him. While he’s cooking for the two of them he’ll often be snuggly wrapped around her waist keeping her as close as possible to him.

[tsukikitty]

The Way of the Househusband, but Spamano. Lovino as Tatsu, Antonio as Miku, Feliciano as the cat, and Seborga as Masa.

Just imagine that.

[jointhearumanati]

🌎NEKOTALIA NAME HEADCANNONS🌏

🐈Germanycat/ Name: Kartoffel(means potato) Fun Fact: Before Ludwig and Gilbert get up he patrols the house at exactly 6am then again in the at noon and then again at exactly 8pm. He also likes the laser pointer he calls it training. He's not very affectionate but he has his moments and hates catnip.

🐈Prussiacat/ Name: Fritz(named after his old king) Fun Fact: He's the type of cat that will steal your food, get into your trash, Jump on the Christmas tree, cupboards, and Doors, get stuck in the blinds, tease the dogs, and with meow with all his might until he's fed but loves pets and toys. The laser pointer makes him skid across the floor Gilbert has it on video. He's also strangely friends with Gilbird and loves catnip#Menace

🐈Italycat/ Gioia(means joy like Feliciano's name does) Fun Fact: He loves pasta even if it's bad for him Feliciano and Lovino decided to make him cat friendly pasta as a treat he can have it if he finishes his cat food. After he eats he takes a siesta and then plays and then takes another siesta. He also has a habit of getting stuck in strange places and loves cat wine and catnip.

🐈Romacat/ Giovanni(named after opera Don Giovanni) Fun Fact: He's the type of cat that let's you pet him from 3 seconds before swiping at you. He's the type of cat to get into your trash, and can't find his way out of a paper bag. He will meow at you as loud as he can at dawn in your face while headbutting it until you feed him. He gets stuck in random places and also loves his cat friendly pasta treat sometimes they make him cat friendly pizza on special occasions also likes cat wine.

🐈Japancat/ Name: Tama(official name) to be continued

[natsuki-bakery]

˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Italy bothers cg headcanons ! ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳

⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ North Italy/Feliciano ! ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺

•Loves to be called : Papa ita, Dada, Bubs, Bubba or any cute names you will give him !

•Too much cuddly and affectionate care giver (physical affection is his favorite thing !)

•Activities : drawing, painting, watching cartoons all day long, going to the beach, napping, writing songs, playing music and play pretend !

•Italy will make pasta or cheese and macaroni

•Sings lullaby to make you sleep

•Would buy hundreds and hundreds of cats plushies

⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ South Italy/Veneziano ! ໒꒱ ˚⁎

•Loves to be called : Papa Lovi

•He may seems distant but he is actually a very calm and sweet cg

•Activities : schedules, drawing, painting, watching documentaries, agriculture

•Lovino will make pasta or cheese and macaroni

•Sings lullaby to make you sleep as well

•Lovino is the typical strict care giver

•Bedtime at 8.30 p.m and candies as rewards

•Always make sure your securely strapped in the car before any travels

[romatito]

teeny part 2 to the theatre troupe au...... feli 100% dropped out on purpose when he saw the understudy list 😬😬 youd think itd be bc he wanted lovi to have the spotlight for once, but. no. he just wants to meddle in his brothers love life and he thought this would be the funniest way to do it.

[starringshots]

antonio looking after lovino when lovino has allergies/hay fever

(im staying with my aunt who has a cat. im allergic to cats. send help)

[hetagrammy]

How does Seb feel about being the only guy with his sisters? This is about the Vargas kids btw

He’s never really known anything different. At one point he did have the stereotypical little kid “I’d like a little brother” attitude, but by the time Brigid was born he’d grown out of it. It also was sort of his norm- Cat would still be trying to make sure he wasn’t dying every other week if she were a brother, Felice would still be his partner in crime, Brigid and Maria would still be his lil buddies, etc. At the end of the day, the important roles his sisters hold in his life aren’t necessarily gendered. On top of that, Seb is a mama’s boy and his parents have a very loving, equal relationship. Aside from being very attached to her, he’s never perceived there to be anything his mother couldn’t do, and Lovino never had that doubt about Molly either. If anything, Lovino encouraged that faith because he clearly always had faith in her. Seb’s had a bit of a model for how to perceive and treat his female family members from day one.

That’s not to say he doesn’t wish he had more male friends, or that he isn’t affected by gendered conventions at all. Depending on the time period of the AU, he’s the heir, which has its own connotations and pressures. Lovino still impressed on him that as the brother (and especially as one of the eldest), he has a duty to protect his sisters. Sebastiano is fully aware his sisters can hold their own, but he still feels that sense of obligation to them pretty strongly. He has a sense of care about him, granted in a softer way. His sisters also 100% make him do stuff like kill bugs or take out the garbage, because even if they can do it, they don’t want to. Regardless, he does have a bit of a feminine side because of all this. So him taking care of “masculine” tasks looks a lot like this:

In short: Sebastiano loves his sisters, sometimes he wishes he had more male friends and didn’t have the pressures he does, but he generally is just used to being The Boy™

[iloveromano]

Romano x Reader | My Immortal

! Mentions of death, not graphic at all, but read at your own risk if sensitive to this topic !

✎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears

“[Y/N] was a great friend, a great daughter, we couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

Lovino was behind the row where [Y/N]’s parents sat—barely listening to whoever was reading out loud the eulogy of his first love on the altar. Blankly staring ahead of him, was a picture of [Y/N], dawned in all sorts of flowers. Roses, tulips, lilies, you name it, but none of the flowers weren’t her favorite.

‘It happened’ Lovino thought. ‘She’s gone’

Looking to his left sat his younger brother, Feliciano, who seemed unable to contain his sobs. Tears running down his cheeks, his elbows on his knees clutching his mouth. Lovino heart broke from the sight of his younger brother in tears. He was heartbroken. He hadn’t seen this ever since the passing of their grandfather. [Y/N] and Feli were the first two to meet. The two met each other at a playground when they were just in elementary school and instantly bonded. Lovino and her didn’t meet until a few months later when Feli introduced them to each other. He always thought she would join Feli in his “silly” activities. Nevertheless, Lovino secretly liked her.

To his right was Antonio, wiping his tears away with a handkerchief. Antonio treated [Y/N] as if she was part of his family. Every time she would come over to his place to visit Lovino, there would always be a delicious plate of his cooking waiting for her on the dining table. Hell, she would even voluntarily help the Spaniard harvest the tomatoes in his backyard.

The chapel was basically filled to the brim. Filled with close and distant relatives, past mentors, new and old friends, and her colleagues, seeing all the people made Lovino’s chest tighten.

Lovino looked down and began to fiddle around with his hands. He caught sight of the bracelet [Y/N] made him a few months ago when she first confessed her love for him. The young Italian’s eyes began to water, blurring his vision. As he blinked, a tear fell to his leg.

“Dammit…” He muttered and stood up.

“Fratello… what’s the matter..?” Feli looked up at his older brother, worry in his eyes. But Lovino walked away without a word, without looking back, and walked straight out of the chapel.

And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone

Lovino made his way to the garden located near the chapel. He and [Y/N] always went here when his lady wanted some fresh air. He looked around at the scenery.

It was beautiful.

But not as beautiful as the lady he fell in love with.

Slowly walking through the trail, he felt at ease. He felt.. Relaxed. The man felt uncomfortable in the building filled with people, hearing them sob and sniff was driving him insane. Lovino took a deep breath and began walking at a normal pace. The sounds of birds chirping, bunnies running around the grass, and the cat who crawled inside from the other side of the fence. It was like any other day. Oh, if only they knew how terrible this day was.

Lovino approached a certain bench and sat on it. He sat on the right side, the side where [Y/N] always sat. On the handle, was a lock and their initials written on one side, the other side reading “To the moon and back.”

Lovino ran his thumb across the writing and sighed deeply. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth while reaching for his lighter.

Puffing out a cloud, Lovino shakingly ran his hand through his hair and gripped it as he reached the top of his head.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase

He whispered to himself, “[Y/N] would kill me if she saw me doing this..” After a few more puffs he threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it.

Lovino looked up to the sky. The world seemed so dull as if it was going to rain. There was a reason for it anyway. The world snatched the love of his life from him.

While he was staring at the clouds, a butterfly flew past him. Lovino didn’t pay any mind at first until it began to fly around near him. He looked at the insect curiously until it landed on his arm, the arm where the bracelet rested.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears

Lovino felt the tears beginning to form again, and finally let it all go.

There he was sobbing on the bench, with the butterfly on his arm.

The garden was filled with choked sobs and sniffles.

“God I miss you so fucking much…” The Italian mumbled to himself.

As he stood up, the butterfly flew towards the exit of the garden. From his angle, it looked like the butterfly flew through a passage of light. Lovino wiped his tears with his sleeve and took a deep breath, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t just crying. He began walking back towards the chapel.

And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me

“Lovi! Let’s eat!” Antonio yelled out from downstairs. The smell of different spices filled the house. After not receiving the response, Antonio understood that Lovino was still feeling down and walked over to his room to knock on his door.

Antonio spoke quietly to Lovino’s door, but loud enough for him to hear. “Hoy chico… I’ll put your dinner in the fridge, just heat it up when you feel like eating, si?” The Spaniard walked back towards the kitchen to put up Lovino’s food.

On the other side of the door was Lovino lying on his bed, staring at his ceiling. He hadn’t gotten out of bed except to use the restroom, Toni was beginning to worry and would come in to check on him. Lovino opened his phone to check the time, but every time he did his heart would sink. His lock screen was a selfie of him and [Y/N] while they went on vacation to Rome. He smiled at the picture and unlocked his phone to scroll through more pictures he had with [Y/N].

You used to captivate me by your resonating light Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

The Italian was sitting on the living room couch with his brother watching the cooking channel.

“Gah! What does this idiota Brit know about cooking pasta? He did it completely wrong! There’s barely any sauce on that.. It should be drenched in Tomato sauce, bastardo!” Lovino yelled at the TV. Feliciano jumped slightly at his remark. “Si! You can tell he didn’t put enough love into that pasta ve~”

The two continued to watch the monstrosity taking place on the television until the phone rang.

“Oi mio tomates! Could one of you pick up the phone?” Antonio yelled out from the kitchen. Feli sprang up from his seat volunteering to pick up the phone. Lovino scoffed, propped his legs on the coffee table, and rested his arms behind his head, “Yeah go ahead and do that for me.. I’m too comfortable right now.” Feliciano walked towards the phone and put it against his ear.

“Ciao! This is Feliciano, who is this? Eh? What?!” Feliciano shrieked loudly. Antonio quickly peeked from the kitchen and Lovino turned his head towards his younger brother.

“Ma che cavolo! What’s up with you?!” Lovino snarled, annoyed by his brother’s action. The younger Italian started to tremble and sob quietly. Worried, Antonio rushed over and grabbed the phone from the Italian’s hand. A few seconds after he held the phone against his ear, the Spaniard dropped the phone and was left with a look of shock and terror on his face.

Lovino started to worry a little bit and stood up, turning off the television.

“What’s gotten up with you two?! What’s going on!” Lovino yelled angrily.

Feliciano began to sob harder on the floor, and Antonio walked towards him with sorrow in his eyes.

“It’s [Y/N].”

Lovino’s face turned pale.

“Che–”

“She’s dead. A drunk driver did it.”

Lovino’s ears began to ring. No way this was happening. This isn’t real life. This has to be some sick prank right?

Feliciano ran towards him and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest.

Tears started to flood his eyes and wrapped his arms around his brother as he fell onto the ground, crying out in despair.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase

Lovino’s eyes shot open. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding as if it was going 120MPH. He was in a cold sweat, breathing rapidly. ‘Not again,’ he thought to himself. It was the third time in a row that he had dreamt of the dreaded day of receiving the news regarding [Y/N]. He sat up on his bed and rubbed his face with his hands, taking slow, deep breaths.

Feeling his stomach grumble, he made his way downstairs to reheat the meal Toni had made him hours ago.

After placing his hot meal on the dining table, he took a seat and began to eat.

Lovino looked up at the empty seat in front of him. ‘If [Y/N] was here, she probably would’ve told me to slow down’ he thought. He quietly chuckled to himself and continued to eat as normal.

The meal made him full and topped it off with a cold glass of water. Looking around the room, it was quiet and dark. Lovino began to feel a sense of unease. It was weird not having his lady around. The man sighed to himself and made his way to the living room where he plopped on the couch.

Lovino sat in the same spot for a few minutes until he felt a similar feeling he had the day of the funeral. The image of [Y/N] laying peacefully in her casket popped up in his head once again. The thought made his lip quiver. He was about to cry. He could feel it. But let it out anyway, knowing that no one was around.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years And you still have all of me

Although he wasn’t alone, footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.

Antonio yawned and leaned against the railing of the stairs. “Looks like someone finally got out of bed” Toni stretched and rubbed his eyes but stopped when he began to hear sniffles. Opening his eyes fully, he saw Lovino crying into his hands on the couch. Toni flipped the switch to the living room and sat beside the Italian.

“Mi pequeño tomate…” Antonio placed an arm around the sobbing man.

At this point, Lovino began to cry hysterically. “I… I-I still can’t wrap my head around the fact t-that… that..” As he began to stumble on his words, the Spaniard hushed him and started to rub his back.

“Let it out, Lovi.. I understand. I’m here for you si?” Antonio comforted Lovino. He placed his head on top of his and squeezed his shoulder.

“I’m sad too chico… she was a lovely lady. She loved you a lot, and she still does. Never forget that okay? It’s okay to cry about it now, and it’s okay to cry about it later. She was an important person in our life and we won’t ever forget her.” Lovino’s cries started to die down a bit and turned his head to Toni.

“Whenever I sleep, I see her. When I close my eyes, I see her. She’s everywhere, even though she isn’t.” He looked down and started to play with the hem of his shirt. “I can’t escape her… it’s like she’s following me–” “Do you not want to think about her?” Antonio questioned. Lovino’s head snapped up and shot a glare at him. “Stupido! I never said that!” Antonio chuckled lightly and patted his back, “She’s just visiting you, si? There’s nothing wrong with that at all. When our loved ones pass, they sometimes pop up in our dreams or maybe the world gives us a sign that they’re still with us.” Antonio shifted his body towards Lovino and grabbed his left shoulder.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

“[Y/N] is still here with us okay? Even in spirit, she will always be there for us, chico..” Lovino wiped his tear-stained cheek and nodded his head. “I guess you’re right, bastardo.” He looked forward towards the picture frame of him, [Y/N], Toni, and Feli. That day they were out on a picnic and a butterfly had landed on Feli’s sandwich, which made him freak out a bit. The others however just laughed at him and mocked Feli for his fear of insects. Lovino kept a mental note to thank Kiku for taking the picture the next time he came across him.

Lovino half-smiled, “The day of her funeral when I walked out in the middle of the eulogy, I saw a butterfly in the garden and it landed on my arm.” He looked at the same spot where the insect landed and placed a hand on it. “It was weird, nothing of the sort has ever happened to me..” Lovino said quietly.

Toni smiled softly and leaned his back on the couch. “See? That was [Y/N] letting you know that she’s still here.”

Maybe he was right. Maybe [Y/N] sent out a butterfly to let him know of her presence.

Lovino chuckled a bit and closed his eyes. “The butterfly was pretty, it must’ve been her then.”

Antonio laughed lightly and looked over at the Italian, “Well, I’m going back to sleep. But don’t forget to close the light before you go back to your room!” The Spaniard stood up and made his way back upstairs. “Yeah yeah, I got it.” Lovino lazily exclaimed while shooing his hand at Toni.

As soon as Lovino entered his room he locked the door behind him and turned on the lamp on his bedside. Beside the lamp was a photo strip of him and [Y/N] from when they tried out the photo booth at the mall. They were 2 months into their relationship. The first photo showed the two smiling at the camera. In the second photo, they made silly faces at the camera. The third one they completed a heart with their hands. The final one showed them kissing. Lovino smiled at the picture on the table, remembering the events of that day. [Y/N] decided to kiss him last minute which made him stumble backwards, making him fall out of the booth.

Lovino picked up the strip and kissed [Y/N] on the picture. He set it back down and slipped into his blanket. He took a deep breathe before closing his eyes, falling deep into his slumber.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears

“Oh Lovi~!” Lovino turned around in the direction where the voice came from. There was [Y/N], running towards him with a brown paper bag.

“Oi idiota ragazza!” Facing the woman, he crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows, “I told you not to call me that!”

[Y/N]’s cheerful laugh filled his ears. “Heh… sorry I just can’t help it! But listen I have a little gift for you!” She shoved the bag towards his chest. Lovino looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. He slowly grabbed the paper bag from her hands and looked at it curiously.

“Dios mio… What could this be this time– gah! This is probably one of your dumb pranks, isn’t it? Allontanami questo cosa!” He exclaimed and pushed the bag towards [Y/N] again. Lovino glared at her only to be greeted with puppy eyes and a pout.

“Pleaseeeee Lovi!! I promise you won’t regret it!” The shorter girl whined. Lovino let out a defeated sigh, “Fine…” and began to slowly open the bag as [Y/N] cheered in accomplishment.

As Lovino took a peek inside the bag, his eyes widened. The paper bag contained a tomato keychain with [Y/N]’s initials along with a red, green, and white patterned bracelet.

I held your hand through all of these years

“[Y/N].. what is–” “Tada!!! While I was shopping for beads, I found this keychain near the cash register and it reminded me of you! Because you love tomatoes so damn much!” [Y/N] declared happily.

Lovino quickly averted his gaze from the gift and her, in an attempt to hide his blush but failed miserably due to the fact he heard her cooing at him. He took out the contents of the bag and bashfully looked at [Y/N].

“Grazie stupida ragazza..” Lovino mumbled. [Y/N] smiled softly grabbed the bracelet from his hand, and began putting it on his right wrist.

After she put it on and gave the Italian man a soft smile, “I hope you like it… I made sure to use your favorite colours. I made one for myself too so that we’d be matching!”

Lovino blushed even harder– if it was even possible– but returned the smile. “I love it [Y/N]… I won’t take it off, prometto.” And held up a pinky towards her.

[Y/N]'s smile grew bigger and linked her pinky finger along with his. The two got closer and shared a deep kiss.

After a few seconds, the two pulled away and rested each other's forehead on one another.

“I love you, Lovino.”

“Anch'io ti amo, [Y/N]��

You still have all of me…

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Hiya! Thank you so much for reading my first oneshot! This one is quite angsty but I hope you guys really like it!! ^_^

Song: My Immortal by Evanescence

(Sorry for making you dead I hope you can forgive me)

More Romano fanfics coming in the future!

[blutpop]

headcanons part 3

- prussia often calls austria "ostrich" because it looks similar to "österreich" (german name for "austria")

- kiku once brought tri-coloured dango to training for lunch and feliciano didn't want to eat it because, "it looks like a pastel italian flag!!". he refuses to eat tri-coloured dango to this day

- gilbert is asexual (HOTTEST TAKE)

- sometimes (present day) ivan recites sonic fandub quotes, specifically mephiles (aka memphis tennessee, according to the fandub). quotes being: "welcome to tilted towers" "i don't actually play fortnite" "i'm a gamer" "i get so tilted at the towers" etc.

- dont know if i've said this before, but matthew williams canada is actually ripped. no one knows this because a) he never wears tight clothing or takes off his shirt in front of anyone b) he hasn't been scary since wwi 3) no one remembers him, actually....

- arthur cant hold alcohol. that man will have 3 beers and be plastered. 

- as soon as the internet came out, lovino became a raging cyberbully under a plethora of aliases

- england had a scene phase. im sorry (lie) but it’s true.

- alfred f jones goes behind starbucks counters at closing and drinks all of their tea. some of them never have to throw the tea out when they close, because alfred f jones will always be there to guzzle it down for them.

- arthur will never admit it but he’s an avid lady gaga/doja cat listener. he never reveals his spotify wrapped because of this. speaking of spotify wrapped, he gets 100,000+ minutes every. fucking. year.

[perhapstoma]

Rosemary

Chapter 1

It was three days into the month of June. A warm summer afternoon, a newspaper serving as a hand fan to create a chilly breeze, hitting against his tanned complexion. Lovino was settled on the sunbed outside, enjoying the tranquility and the simplistic atmosphere around him. He always enjoyed the silence, but it's short stay was inevitable with his younger brother, who threw himself into the water beneath with a massive splash and an enthusiastic laugh that only enlit a frown from his older brother, as the cold water from the pool flew at him in a wave of bullets.

Feliciano's exaggerated excitement was justifiable. This was his first time abroad compared to his older brother, who had been in Spain now for numerous occasions. While for Lovino this had been a typical occurrence, for the younger Vargas brother it had been a breeze of a fresh, new experience. Adventure awaited for him, or at least that's what he felt.

In contrast, Lovino wasn't bothered, the enjoyment taken from the sun rays hitting his face in the early morning only reminded him of home, where this was a normality, just like his younger brother's typical overly optimistic behaviour that greeted every possible life activity.

"Can you stop acting so childish?" He spitted, staring at Feliciano coldly, folding his arms in dissapointment, and watching the other shake his hair from the water like some pup. "Oh Lovi! You can't tell me you're not enjoying all this! Have some fun!"

In return the older boy shook his head stubbornly, rolling his eyes and pretending to read the newspaper. "We're not here on holiday - take it more seriously!"

"For now I see nothing more but holiday and fun. Grandpa hasn't told us anything about this 'important' thing we were sent to do here!"- remarked Feliciano, splashing the water around himself with his hands, then some towards the other, who brought his knees up to his chest - like a cat avoiding any contact with water.

"Come on, stop being so boring!" Feliciano frowned in response, leaning against the edge of the pool and looking up at him, however he was only met with an unhappy silence "Let us at least have our walk? It's a lovely evening, Dover won't be nearly as sunny as here - won't it? Pa' used to say, it is always stormy in England. I will miss Spain - I sure hope we will return here next year for holiday. Or perhaps next time, we'll embark to France, or Portugal? Grandpa's friends told me they're beautiful countries. Even if the beauty of Italy is unmatched, the idea of seeing everything seems enticing doesn't it?"

Tired by Feliciano's never ending chatter, Lovino could only sigh in defeat, finally agreeing to move from the comfort of his seat "A walk, huh?" He interrupted, standing up and doing up the buttons of his shirt. "Come on then, before I change my mind" - the older Italian frowned, watching Feliciano's perplexed expression turn into one of excitement. Lovino could picture the other's tail wag at the idea of going out to explore, like one of a little puppy.

The younger Italian immediately jumped out of the water, nearly slipping on the flower-patterned tiles surrounding the edge of the pool, running towards the little wooden hut - a changing room, a place for storing towels and swimming attire. Lovino found it completely useless, as most people from the pool managed to dry out in the sun before going upstairs and changing there - if changing at all. He noticed most of the guests were too drunk to even care about what they slept in at the end of the day. This thought only brought him back to the various other parties he has been to, hosted in the villa.

Lovino remembered the simplicity of things, those previous holidays in Spain when mama and pa' were still alive. She loved a good party, guests and music and dancing. Their father in contrast, preferred to look out through the window of their bedroom, reading a book, coffee in hand, waiting for her to return into his arms after a long day. Before Feliciano was born, they went there every summer, and while he spent his time with his uncle and grandpa, he watched his mother blossom in her warm-hearted nature as a hostess. Her eyes always drifted up into the window, where his father was sat, reading his book with a sweet smile, catching a glimpse of her dancing and singing and meandering amongst the guests animated, with a gorgeous smile. Lovino often noticed himself being similar to their father. Longing for a woman he could look so fondly upon, from their bedroom window, as she smiled and partied next to the pool, entertaining everyone with her lovely smile.

Despite his handsome features however, he wasn't much lucky with finding himself a wife, a woman he could spend his life with in the same way his father did with his mother. There had been fondness and passion but never love.

As he stood there, waiting for Feliciano, he looked up at the same window his mama gazed upon all these years ago and wondered, how does one even seperate such emotions from love?

Soon the younger Italian walked out in his casual attire, brushing his towel-dried hair back with his fingers, squeezing out a tiny bit more of the remaining water. "Are you ready?", asked Lovino, watching the other nod, then leading him out of the property into the town below.

Feliciano happily admired the architecture, the garden, the house, and the town spread out beneath. Everything was well-kept and undoubtedly impressionable. Although often considered similar, it was nothing like Italy, they were two different types of beauty. The food smelled spicier, the apples were redder, the sounds of that bustling market were different. So far, his favorite stall was the one led by a kind old couple, selling little glass containers of different spices and bunches of dried herbs. While Feliciano decided that the strong smell of rosemary and lavender were his favorite, Lovino was much more interested in finding his favorite fruit among the many stalls.

He had a peculiar appetite for a fresh, red tomato, and spotted a perfect one on a stand led by a handsome young man. Lovino noticed him from afar, watching him set up a few more boxes of different fruit. As the man turned back to his wooden wheelbarrow, collecting small baskets of tiny wild strawberries, another man approached, stealing one of the tomatoes when the other wasn't watching and proudly taking a huge bite. He didn't even bother to pay. What an oaf!

Lovino felt his blood boil within him, and didn't even think to look at the face of the criminal, catching the other red-handed, gripping his wrist. "Where are your manners mister?" Lovino frowned, watching the Spaniard's perplexed expression, as he tried to free his wrist. "You better pay for it bastardo! You owe this salesman an apology! If you can't afford a tomato, go work scum! This gentleman is breaking his back to make a living and you-" - however Lovino's serious speech had been only met by the other's warm laughter.

"Oh boy!" The Spaniard patted the other's shoulder with his free hand. "Dear, perhaps I should introduce myself? The name is Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo-" the man didn't even manage to finish, interrupted by a frown. "I care not for your name - but the reason behind your thievery!"

Antonio, allowing the other to continue holding his wrist, gently kicked the wooden sign, engraved with 'Hermanos Carriedo', and fixed up in red paint for visibility. The colour now reminiscent of Lovino's cheeks - burning up red from embarrassment. He let go of Antonio's hand, allowing him to bite the tomato again. While he was lost for words, the Spaniard took the opportunity to finally explain himself.

"It's sweet you were so worried about my tomatoes, but every one of them belongs to me amigo~" he winked. "My brother, over there is only helping me with it, his own stall is next to mine, he fixes watches" he gently took Lovino's gloved hand in his own, inspecting the watch wrapped around his wrist, before the other pulled it away in what seemed like disgust.

"He could sure fix this little thing for you in no time~"

"No thank you, I wasn't planning on getting it fixed -" Lovino frowned, his gaze dropping down to the accessory for a moment. Antonio swiftly jumped behind the counter then leaned in, watching the Italian's gaze drop to one particular tomato. Before he opened his lips to speak, the Spaniard took the exact red fruit into his hand - successful as shown by Lovino's following gaze. Smiling from ear to ear at his confused expression, Antonio passed the fruit into his hands "I suppose, then, this must've been what you were looking for? They are beautiful this year, it's true. So red and ripe. These particular ones are the sweetest" the tomato barely fit in his palm.

"How much?"

"Just take it amigo, don't worry about the price". Lovino frowned, "I'm no thief"

"You sure are" - the Spaniard leaned his elbow on the counter flirtatiously, watching the other's expression from below. It was a puzzled frown, trying to search for an explanation to Antonio's response.

"What was that supposed to mean?"- Lovino questioned, but upon no further reply he rolled his eyes and placed down a fair amount of money. Stepping back, he digged his teeth into the fruit, meeting with a sense of euphoria when the taste met his tongue.

He swallowed the bite surprised, but restrained himself from the further talk, knowing well that the other's smirk only foreshadowed another conversation. "Adiós" he huffed at the brunette, walking away from the stall and leaving the man far behind him. Making his way to the place he had last seen Feliciano.

They shortly returned to the villa, followed by the shadow casted when the sun began dissapearing below the sea. It was something quite spectacular. Though what is a sight of beauty for one, isn't for another; Lovino didn't seem particularly impressed. That's what Feliciano felt when thinking about Italy. Of course beautiful, but sight as any other. He wondered if it was comparable to Dover.

"Certainly" Lovino huffed "Here or Dover doesn't stand a chance against Florence or Sicily or Rome"

"Why so sure?" Feliciano frowned.

"This place is wonderful" Lovino started, undoing the buttons of his shirt and setting himself down on the couch. "But they still left it, and chose Italy over everything. That's how I feel. I would chose my home over anything - and you should feel this way too" he huffed, watching Feliciano roll his eyes and dramatically throw himself into the armchair, taking a big tired breath and tilting his head to fall on his shoulder. "I don't think that's why they lived in Italy, Roma... Otherwise why would they come here so longingly every year?" - Lovino stayed silent. "Perhaps they fell in love with Spain over both England and Italy?"

Before Lovino managed to form any sort of argument, their conversation was diverted by Romulus' obnoxious laughter as he walked into the living room. He just finished discussing some details with Roderich before they made their grand entrance into the room. "Boys I come to you both with an offer" the man crossed his arms on his chest, smiling from ear to ear.

"How do we feel about a party?~"