#spain x romano

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{Nyo spamano}||🍅🍕

I had too much fun drawing them.... now I'll stop drawing just Spamano, I always have it on my mind, I enjoyed drawing them together too much, especially these beautiful two girls and Felicia who has already understood what Chiara and Carmen have to do XD

[yaqamole]

Spamano as a pair of lovers doomed to come back to each other time after time. They search for each other in everyone new that they go to. They will leave and come back a million times and still know that it is only each other that they can reach for.

From the moment that they met, they knew that their relationship would ruin all ability for them to ever depend on someone else like that. Because they have seen the ugly in each other, they have seen the despair, the anger, the struggles

Antonio and Lorenzo will butt heads over and over again. Antonio is prideful and believes he knows best. Lorenzo will always fight against anyone that believes they dictate his life. So Antonio will get jealous and Lorenzo will say things he does not mean. They will argue loud enough for others to hear. They are stubborn but for different reasons.

Antonio's pride means that he believes that nobody will ever understand Romano the way that he does. Nobody will ever see him the way that he sees him. Nobody will know him as Antonio knows him. Everyone will miss all the little things that make Romano Romano and so they will neglect him. Only he could understand him and so no matter how many times he swears he won't be there when Romano fails in his endeavors with others, he will run to the door at the first sign that he is there.

Lorenzo likes to pretend he is fed up with Antonio. He likes to convince himself that he is done dealing with his possessiveness, his anger, his pride. But he knows that he will look for his arms the moment that all else fails. Antonio could tear him apart, piece-by-piece, and he would still find it within him to cut Antonio's hair when it gets bad. He will always be there to cook when he cannot keep up the facade of being happy-go-lucky. He will always care when Antonio has nothing left but his name.

They don't complete each other, not in any sense of the word soulmate. They aren't lovers destined find happily ever after. They are two rotten men who love the act of being rotten together. They are perfectly imperfect. They will forever search for love in each other because nobody else has seen how unlovable they are and still loved them anyway.

Antonio has charm galore but drives people away once they see who he is and how flawed he is behind that smile. Lorenzo is abrasive and can never believe that anyone wants him in any meaningful way. Both have their own flavor of masculinity issues. They are broken men who find peace in each other. They complete each other not because they are soulmates but because they have been given every reason to not work out and they find each other again anyway.

They are doomed to always find their way back to each other. Every time. In every life. They know that nobody else could compare. They are always going to search for the path that leads them home.

[klara-hetalia]

//2p spamano//

I really love them together and yes My headcanon of Andres is that Andres' arm is all tattooed, I imagine how Flavio wakes up in the morning and sees his handsome boy

[klara-hetalia]

2p SPAMANO||

I love them too much! Thinking that they are in a toxic relationship makes me like them even more and I love them more and more!

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And......

Myriam(2p Maria) Santiago (2p Diego)

The sons of 2p Spamano

P.s.Myriam and Diego have the same hair color as Flavio and Andres' strange white quiff, in my head Canon Flavio is technically not natural blonde

[orbws]

my friend challenged me to use that base! So yeah i did it with their fav ship !

[hitagiifanart]

🍅🍅❤️

[klara-hetalia]

Who got married first?

[klara-hetalia]

I love this ship! I'm obsessed with this ship but I saw that there are few images r so I decided to draw them ÙwÚ

These two know me as those couples who love each other and can't be without their partner but are damn toxic ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

[klara-hetalia]

FAMILY SPAMANO AND FAMILY GERITA

Oh well I also made the Spamano family hahaha, and well they are Diego and Maria, Maria is a photocopy of mother Lovino and Maria is very attached to father Antonio, in fact she always argues with Lovino.

Then we have Diego who is a very calm boy but he almost never smiles, let's say that it is as if he had two characters, that is, when he is calm he is nice and cares a lot about the people he loves, but if he gets angry and sees that his sister twin cries because of someone it's the end, that is, he gets angry and becomes another person.

And then oh well you already know the Gerita family XD

[klara-hetalia]

🍝 Family Spamano🍝🍅

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Ok, I had to post this a long time ago but in the end I was only able to finish it now, and nothing I hope you like it QwQ

[klara-hetalia]

Hetalia sirens🐠||

{Part.1/part.2??}

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However this is perhaps the first part maybe I would really like to continue it because I have many ideas, however it is based that these 4 young men want to go to the surface because they are half sirens and half human but they have never met their human fathers, namely Ludwig and Antonio.

In fact, Maria quarrels very often with Lovino for this is running away from home, instead Klara saw her father Lovino when she was very small but she does not remember anything so she always fills Feliciano with questions that he alas does not answer,the smallest or Bendix always secretly takes the things that humans throw into the water but Feliciano obviously scolds him when he finds out, instead wrapped up Diego sneaks to the surface without being discovered because he knows that if Lovino found out he would be very angry with Diego .

[klara-hetalia]

🍅\\Family Spamano//🍅

Maria is very attached to Antonio and as soon as she sees that her father goes to work immediately she starts to cry ... then Lovino who gets angry with Antonio because he spoils too much Maria and Diego who bothers him just for fun....in short, a very noisy family and Antonio is a saint who can endure, but they too know how to be calm and good even if a few times, but they love each other very much X3

[klara-hetalia]

Lovino first reaction after learning he will become an uncle?

Bonus:

[klara-hetalia]

Part.1

{Au:Mad Father (hetalianextgeneration)}

A little Au that came to mind for Halloween because I played Mad Father is I love Mad Father XD(but obviously I changed something)

The mad scientist is Antonio's brother, because Antonio and Lovino have decided to leave their children with their uncles for a while.... but Joao is hiding something....

Maybe continue this Au a bit because I'm getting too passionate about Mad Father XD

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If you want to ask questions, don't worry, you can ask them, in fact I would really like to answer your questions💗💗💗

[wander-lustrous]

countdown.

mini-scenarios; how long it takes for each of them to act. ft. norway, greece, russia, spain, japan, prussia, france, netherlands, america, romano. not sfw! 2.2k words

cw: smut. afab reader. collars, teasing, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, implied gym s*x, implied shower s*x, lingerie, 69, cunnilingus

(10 seconds.)

Lukas likes to make you work for his attention. He’s a cool, aloof lover, the kind whose comments settle over you like the chill of winter. 

In contrast to his dry wit, he works at you like a sculptor, hands nimble and light. Reverent even. He’s unhurried, precise. 

But that’s exactly what makes you want to put on such a brazen display. 

He’s eyed you once or twice but his attention is primarily on the laptop before him. But the sound of fabric shifting piques his interest, and he looks up just in time to see your robe slipping off your shoulders and pooling around your ankles. His gaze roams appreciatively over the sight–your bare skin, goosebumps along your arms. 

He raises a thinly arched brow.

“You’re daring today,” he notes, his lips quirking upwards at one end. He closes his laptop, setting it aside before clasping his hands over his lap, crossing his legs at the ankle. He looks you up and down with no shame, appraising you. “What for?”

The question slips through the space between you as you approach him. Your thigh nudges between his legs, and you know he’s found his answer when his gaze trails up slowly, deliberately–from the apex of your legs, bare and glistening, upwards to the jut of your chest, landing on the leather collar around your neck.

By the way his breath catches slightly, his gaze fixated on it, you can tell he hadn’t noticed that. 

“Is this for me?” he asks, fingers skimming the collar like someone perusing fine china. You bite down on your lip and he hooks his finger under the material, dragging you forward. His lips claim yours with the clear intention that he would soon find out.

(And when it’s over, nothing is as damning as the angry red imprint of his hands on your ass. Or the similar red blooms specked across your neck and collarbone.)

(9 seconds.)

Heracles is an infamous lover, his exploits as legendary as his rich history. Yet if there is one thing you know intimately about him, it’s that he can be quite a lazy lover as well, enjoying the throes of sleep nearly as much as the conquest of bodies.

You had awoken in his bed, the hazy remnants of last night filtering through your mind like the rays of the morning sun peeking through his blinds. You found him nestled in his sheets, his brow unperturbed. The easy rise and fall of his chest reminded you of when it was much more labored just a few hours ago.

It seems only natural, you shifting to straddle him, your legs parting around his waist. The sheets slipping off your form. Chest-to-chest, you move in languid rocking motions, sighing softly as the friction it generates is enough to re-ignite the low flame within you. It takes a few seconds before the soft breaths warming the top of your head stutter, and his hand presses against your back.

“G’morning,” he says groggily, a hint of amusement in his languid smile. You don’t cease your movements, the hot column of flesh between the cheeks of your thighs responding to you. Heracles rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly once you reach between your bodies to touch him more substantively. 

He lets out a breathy moan however once you shift forwards and he’s nestled into your tight warmth once more.

The best way to wake up, in his experience.

(8 seconds.)

Ivan isn’t a brute. No matter how much he wants to take you (and he wants it so badly in fact; your legs wrapped around his an image seared into his mind, the sweet moans of his name pouring from your lips like music to his ears)... he is considerate. You’re smaller than him, you’re not sturdy, not hardened like one of his enemies; in fact, he’d say you’re quite the opposite—

But you certainly are testing the limits of his patience. Perched in his lap as you are, grinding your hips against his in a maddening tango. His grip tightens around your waist–a warning. His hand tightens around the phone pressed to ear, and you hear the way the plastic creaks, as if he’s about to break it. His responses to his boss are  monosyllabic, his thoughts entering around how you present yourself before him, much like a rabbit begging to be pounced on by a lynx—

He catches movement from the corner of his eye, and he watches, gaze sharp, as you reach for his hand gripping your side, yanking his glove off before throwing it onto the floor. Then slowly, deliberately, your gaze trained on him, you bring his hand up to your mouth. He watches as your lips wrap them around one thick finger, before sucking, and surely, even through his pants, you can feel the way his cock jumps at the action. 

“Sorry, boss,” Ivan says, his gaze darkening as he watches your tongue work over his digit. “But I will have to call you back.” He hangs up without waiting for so much as a response.

Ivan tosses his phone to the side, grasping your jaw with his free hand. Your mouth releases his finger, and in a flurry of movement, he’s pining both of your hands above your head in a firm grip.

“You want my fingers so bad, da?” He laughs, a dark, velvety sound. “I’ll give them to you, but don’t blame me if it's rough.”

(7 seconds.)

“Ay, gracias a dios, what did I even do to deserve you, amor?”

Antonio’s lips trail down your neck, littering kisses in conjunction with his honeyed praise. His hands roam your form, groaning once he feels your soft flesh barely contained by the scrappy fabric of your panties. Your giggle has antonio pulling back.

“What? Why are you laughing?” he asks, pulling back with a grin. He can’t help but chuckle himself.

“You’re just so easy, Toni.” You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in closer. 

“And you’re very tempting,” he quips, hooking his finger into the thin strap of your thong and pulling; watching, with delight, as he lets it go and it snaps against your skin. you jolt, and with a sharp intake of breath, Antonio takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto the top of your chest, sucking freshly bloomed roses onto your skin. 

“No more games though,” he groans once he lifts his head. He adjusts your position until your back is sinking into the bed, him looming above you. His hand reaches out to graze your cheek, brushing hair from your face, before trailing lower, skimming your hardened nipple through the thin lace, then even lower, his fingers circling the dampened fabric between your legs, stroking lightly. 

Antonio grins once more, pressing a kiss to your eyelid. His breath washes hot over your skin.

“I am so very hungry, mi corazón. I want to taste you.”

(6 seconds.)

No one gets close enough to Kiku to see how deep brown his eyes are. Dark enough to be black, with the richest shades of carob, those same eyes are trained upon you now, darkened with desire not often seen on the reserved man’s expressions.  

“What were you planning when you asked me to do this?” he says, his voice assured. Unwavering. His boldness also surprised you; in public, he was reticent, quiet. In private, he liked to take control. His thigh is between your legs, parting them, and you have to resist the urge to grind into it. Your hands are bound together with his belt, above you. 

“I’m not sure,” you admit. His gaze darts down to the way you wet your lips, the heave of your chest. He cocks his head to the side.

“I don’t believe you.”

Of course, he knows. He heard of the challenge from the internet, but he hardly expected you to try and trick him into it, pinning him against the wall with a cheeky grin. Still, he played along, spurred by his own interest in just how you’d react when the tables were turned. You didn’t have a moment to react before your world spun, and he had pinned you against the wall instead.  

His gaze rakes down your form, the same way a connoisseur would survey their goods before partaking in them.

He leans in. “Perhaps I’ll need to train you to be more honest,” he says, his breath hot against your neck. “Let’s start with this: where do you want it first?” 

(5 seconds.)

Gilbert didn’t realize that this could be an outcome. Sure he played rough as a youth, enjoyed the spar of bodies, and the smell of battle, but this?

This is the allure of the sweat trailing down your skin, your breathless laugh as you ask him if he’s done with his workout. He never considered this to be exciting—yet he likes it. It reminds him of how certain other activities can also work up quite a sweat. You ask him for a sip of his water, and Gilbert absentmindedly hands you his bottle. He’s thinking instead, about possibilities.

More specifically, whether or not the two of you could reasonably fit in one of the gym’s shower stalls for a quick tryst.

You’re dabbing the sweat off your neck with a towel, asking if he wants to grab a post-workout snack, when he acts. He rips the towel from your grasp, throwing it onto the floor.

“Hey!” you exclaim, only to yelp when he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you back into him. Your brow raises when something firm prods against your ass, and you meet his mischievous gaze in the mirror.

“Maus, I think we’ve got to hold off on that.” He grins at you, his arms wrapping tighter around you. You can’t miss the way he rolls his hips against your back. “After all, we’re about to start the second workout.”

(4 seconds.)

Francis has a taste for the finer things in life: fine wine, fine food, fine clothing. Beauty, the arts. He considers himself a man of exquisite taste, his eye for the best unparalleled.

Indeed, he thinks, watching you splayed before him, the silk robe caressing every dip and curve of you, he makes very good choices. He downs the last of his sauvignon, setting the glass onto the table.

“Mon chérie, let me get a closer look at you.” He gestures, and you do a twirl for him, your gait slightly off kilter, no doubt due to the few glasses you’ve had yourself. He chuckles, his hands reaching around to grasp you fully, to engulf you in his hold. His lips skim your collarbone, his other hand deftly undoing the tie to your robe, revealing you to him. 

“Magnifique. You must excuse my gall, but… I’d like to appreciate such a fine work of art.”

(3 seconds.)

Abel you’ve come to find, is not the patient type. He is when he needs to be, when it comes to negotiating trades or haggling, but he much prefers the blunt, take-what-you-can-when-you-want approach.

Including now.

“Stop moving your hips,” he grunts, large hands planted firmly on your ass. When you fail to listen, stubbornly continuing your rhythm, he grips one cheek fully and smacks, the sound reverberating in the room. You whine, and he takes the opportunity to eye your swollen mound.

After all, what else was he supposed to do when he came home to find you bent over the couch, the hem of one of his old shirts hitched high up your hips, showing the cute boxer shorts you had on? He may be a man of great restraint, but he is greedy, above all.

He thrusts into your mouth suddenly, a sharp motion, and you gag, pulling off of him. As you cough, Abel makes an annoyed sound, his cock twitching from the lack of stimulation. 

After all, Abel thinks, his tongue delving into you once more, his fingers furiously plunging into your depths (Efficiency, putting you over the edge as quick as possible.) 

Why be patient when he can be fervid?

(2 seconds.)

The bathroom door slams open, and Alfred stands there, disheveled and panting.

“Dude! You said we could shower together….” His voice dies down once he realizes that you are in fact, very naked. “Oh.”

“You were asleep. I didn’t wanna wake you.”

“Well, you should have!” he says, closing the door behind him. Before you can blink, he’s slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He sets his glasses down on the counter before moving to wrap his arms around you, cupping your chest in one hand as he looks at you fondly. He grins.

“You know we totally need to save on that water bill, right?”

(1 second.)

Lovino is not one to be outdone.  

“What? You mean you didn’t—”

Shame sets in, darkening his features. Breathless, you pat his chest. “It’s okay, Lovi. I’m fine.”

“No,” he says firmly. “It’s not fine.” Despite being spent, despite having given it his all the past few minutes, he finds a surge of energy and flips the two of you over. He trails down your body until he’s a breath away from where you need him the most.

“Perdonami, ragazza. How selfish of me. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to move after this,” he says before his lips seal over you.