#spamano fanfic

[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?~"

[perhapstoma]

MOM I'M SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING BEGGING ON MY KNEES

This is the best gift I have received from anyone I LOVE U MARRY ME I WILL MAKE YOU PAELLA EVERY DAY I PROMISE 💕💕💕💕✨

a toast (to our ghosts)

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. —“The Highwayman” by Alfred Noyes

“Would you kiss me tonight, cariño?” Antonio asks, that smile just as cutting, just as blinding as it always is. Lovino scarcely manages to hold himself back from whispering yes, yes, from breathing, from admitting to the stars what his blood already knows, has always known, deep within. Oneshot, Spamano.

Words: 3,354, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), France/South Italy (One-Sided)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Historical, Inspired by The Highwayman - Alfred Noyes, Semi-Graphic Depiction of Death, Angst, Angst and Tragedy, that damn vicious cycle strikes again dont you just hate it when that happens

its about time i killed the blorbos tbh. my half of an art trade that i hope doesnt disappoint. the first piece ive ever written based on a poem.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits.

Author: George deValier

Note from submitter: Link is to a reupload/archive, as the original ff.net account was deleted somewhere around 2019. Probably the most famous/notorious Hetalia fic, written by much beloved fandom writer George deValier, as part of a larger WW2 AU known collectively as the Veraverse due to being based around songs by Vera Lynn. The mysterious account deletion after years of inactivity probably only added to the mythos.  It was absolutely the kind of fic you'd find scattered references to in the most random corners of the internet back in the heyday of the Hetalia fandom, with all the dramatics you'd expect to follow. 

[southmano]

the fact that years ago i used to have a gigantic masterlist on my notes app of almost every existing spamano fanfic from three different websites that i deleted because i grew out of my hetalia phase is my personal burning of the library of alexandria

[rianarchy]

I’m looking for a Hetalia fanfic, Spamano, Spain/South Italy, I’m reasonably sure it was called “Lentamente” but I can’t find it now, it was something about a dance studio and a dance competition modern au. Please help me find it

[kirobeilschmidt]

uhm so i wrote and posted my first spamano oneshot…

idk what to think of it 😭

[breitzbachbea]

I'm With Him And This Is Real Life, Honey

Thank you all for your enthusiastic responses! This is a Spamano One-Shot which I originally wrote for the dearest @someone-you-do-not-know, as part of my Rake Courtship AU, vaguely set in the Regency or preceding Georgian era.

If you want some general backstory for this AU or read another piece of unbearable Spamano longing and Lovino never getting what he deserves, partially because he won't allow it to himself - here is another One-Shot set in the same AU.

Summary for this One-Shot: After Antonio's and Michele's wedding has been crashed by Michele's former suitor, Lovino urges Antonio to go after his former fiancé and Lovi's cousin, if only because if Michele's father Salvatore finds him first, there will be bloodshed. They find Harry and Michele, sadly just in time to witness their elopement wedding, which will complicate things further. This is the night after that Lovino spends in an inn room with Antonio. I also made a little playlist for Spamano and Sicire in the AU, if you'd like to listen to "Would you be so kind" whilst reading Lovino's suffering.

Here's the fic - enjoy!

It was a quiet night. No wind that howled, no rain that pounded. They were the only guests at the inn – It wasn’t shabby enough that they all had to share a single room, vermin not included, and not classy enough to carry gossip to where it shouldn’t be. Not that Lovino had ever been in an inn. People of a certain class always stayed with one of their own, that was what mansions were for. Everything about this was so beneath him.

But now he wished he had simply bitten the bullet instead of drawing the line and insisting on separate rooms. He’d rather have shared a room with these two sources of his malcontent than having to listen to their bed creak through the walls. Already a pillow over his head and he could still hear the creak of wood and the slap of skin on skin.

“I’m not sharing a room with you two knobheads! I don’t care, I’ll pay for it myself!” He had protested an hour earlier or so. “I’ve had enough of you as is, for all I care I never need to see either of you for the rest of my life, but a night’ll do! I’ve been a witness against my will to your we-” He had stopped himself, suddenly aware that there was no need to bellow details about the place. No need to blow their cover

“Well, kind of you to give us the privacy,” Michele had replied and there seemed to be genuine surprise in his voice. Of course, overshadowed by how pleased he and his lover had seemed by the implications.

He didn’t even end up paying for it, but his cousin’s rotten lover. Not that Lovino had much money on him, as he had left in a hurry, but Antonio hadn’t been allowed to pay either. Simply thinking of the entire charade made him want to retch again.

Michele had taken Antonio’s hands and looked him in the eyes when he said: “You’ve already done far too much for me to ever repay it. Please, Antonio, don’t make my debt any greater. I’ve caused you enough hurt as is, let me be the bigger person now.”

Bigger person, his ass. A bigger person would put their money where their mouth is and not fuck his new husband within earshot of his old fiancé.

Christ alive, why was that stupid candle still burning. The light it produced wasn’t much, but he could see Antonio clear enough as he laid next to him in bed.

Because of course his luck was just so that there was no more than one bed in each room. At least Antonio wasn’t talking to him. He had rarely spent a moment in silence with him ever since his father had asked to spend time with him and Michele.

Antonio was mute now, as he stared at the ceiling. He had his arms crossed over his chest, stripped to his undergarments and shirt like Lovino, who could see dark curly hair peak out at the top of his shirt. In his sculpted face – Lovino still couldn’t believe his cousin had chosen to bang someone who’s face looked like an entire carriage accident over this – the brows were slightly knitted and the full lips had a hint of a pout.

He couldn’t imagine how Antonio felt, but wouldn’t want to switch places with him. A twinge of guilt came over him to have dragged him into this whole affair. What concern should it be to Antonio if the man he was betrothed to ran off with someone else and incurred the wrath of his monstrous father? He was no longer Michele’s fiancé and was not obligated to care for him anymore. And yet he did.

There was another twinge and it took Lovino a moment to realize it was jealousy. Underneath fondness for Antonio’s selfless nature, it was jealousy that it had all been wasted on Michele. His stupid cousin got betrothed to a sweet, hot, rich, important guy and then he blew it, he would have deserved it so much more than Michele. He deserved to be fawned over and cherished and spoiled rotten, he deserved to have a husband who was as kind and doting and hot as Antonio. Instead he was relegated to be the best man and agony aunt, the company that Michele couldn’t be and now he was in bed with the hottest man he’d ever seen and wasn’t even allowed to touch him. Relegated to hear his cousin screw his lover in a second-rate inn and hiding underneath the pillow as not to hear the muted throes of passion...

He could see the hairs on Antonio’s strong arms. He realized he’d been staring at Antonio the entire time and felt his face burn up.

In that moment, he could hear something that sounded like a pent-up moan from the other side, followed by some laughter.  

Antonio’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, face scrunched up in discomfort. He sighed through his nose as he relaxed and his eyes opened again.

Great, now he could even hear them suck face in the silence. Antonio’s own expression turned from displeased to awkward – and he turned to Lovino, who felt panic well up in his stomach and fan out to his limbs.

“What the fuck are you looking at me for?!” he asked him and buried his face in the mattress, hoping it would swallow him. He could still hear the damn bed creak. “It’s not my fault!”

“S-Sorry …” Antonio apologised. Great. Simply great. He could hear Antonio clear his throat.

He tried to visualize what was going on in the other room, in the hopes that his rotten cousin and his troll of a lover would be enough to exorcise his feelings of desire. Sadly, whenever he tried, his mind too soon drifted off and kept the steamy fantasy with a tanner body underneath his own fingertips, full lips ghosting over his own body, rough but gentle hands gripping his hips, his own fingers running through wild, curly hair -

Lovino screamed into the mattress. “I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him tonight, and if I don’t I hope his dad strings him up by his own entrails, he deserves it,” he muttered into it.

“Are you alright, Lovino?” Antonio asked and Lovino considered biting himself through the entire bed and then the floor to escape the situation.

He lifted his face but didn’t face Antonio. “These two have not a bone of shame in their entire body,” he said as he stared into the dark, since Antonio’s body blocked most light of the candle in this position. “We should just have bid Michele good riddance and washed our hands of the entire thing. He’s clearly enjoying himself as is, that ungrateful bastard.”

Oh god, as if the universe itself wanted to mock Lovino, he could hear the sounds on the other side increase in frequency. He gritted his teeth.

“I mean …” Antonio sighed again. “It was the right thing to do, Lovino. It’s not always easy to do the right thing, but still you do it.” He could hear the smile in his voice. “And I guess it is their wedding night …”

Something almost slipped Lovino’s lips, but he bit it back. There was no need to tell Antonio what he had seen the night before Antonio was supposed to marry. No need to increase his suffering.

“You’re being a saint about this,” Lovino said. “If I was you, I would have walked already. To do it with you around … aren’t you mad?” He’d be mad if he was Antonio. To be betrothed to someone who doesn’t want you, have that fiancé kidnapped at your wedding day and run after them only to barge in on their elopement wedding … If he was Antonio, he’d curse everyone he ever met. Lovino included – after all, he had spurred him on to run after Michele.

“I mean …” Another sigh, this time more of an angry snort. “I would prefer to not have heard it, but … what is done is done. Pretending that it isn’t wouldn’t change much, I can fool myself. I don’t need Michele for this.”

Lovino’s brows furrowed while the rest of his features softened. I wouldn’t have fooled you, he thought. Maybe he should have run to him the night before the wedding. To hell with Michele and his secrets, Antonio would have deserved the truth.

The noises from the other side had stopped. At least that torture was over. Lovino turned on his back and clutched the pillow against his chest instead. “You are a saint,” he said. “Michele doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He didn’t dare look at Antonio. “And I’m the fucking Virgin Mary for putting up with all of it!”

Antonio laughed. “Yes you are. Thank you, Lovino. I appreciate it and I’m sure that Michele does so, too.”

He snorted. “Psht. Yeah, sure.”

“When you get married, I’ll be your best man, yes? To pay back all you gave me.”

Lovino’s heart sank into his guts. “Yeah, sure.”

Antonio put the candle out. “Good night, Lovino.”

Lovino stared into the dark. He could hear indistinct murmurs from the other room between the lovers. “Good night … Antonio.”

[hetatoster]

Nyo Romano x Spain

I'm pretty proud of this one

@spamano-week

[mexigum]

Hello Tumblr,

I've once again come crawling back to ask for help finding a fanfiction... about Hetalia..

I might have a problem, a nostalgia problem

ANYWAYS! does anyone here know the name of that one Gerita and USUK fanfic where Italy ends up in a mental asylum for being gay during the 1940s/50s. And like, America works there as a doctor but he's secretly just as insane as his patients if not worse. Because he and England are just straight up serial killers who call themselves the "Message Man". I think Italy loses an eye to them at some point?

OH! And France runs the damn place as a priest of all things.

I read it a couple years back during middle school/first two years of highschool. I want to reread it but i don't remember the name and can't find it. :( and with the whole, authors going scorched earth and deleting all of their fics recently, I'm worried that it might be gone forever. I can't be the only one that remembers this fic, I could have sworn that it was really popular at the time.

[someone-you-do-not-know]

A Job Interview Chapter 13

New chapter, new me? Have a small excerpt:

[heroicallyuncharismatic]

HI GUYS FIRST POST IN THE NEW AO3 ACCOUNT WOOHOO!!!!!!!!! (also technically first real post on here lol)

so i’m notorious for hopping around my drafts but this one has been simmering in my drafts for about a year now so i think its time

its a slow burn royal au between antonio and lovino where antonios world has been turned into shambles after his scandalous love affair is revealed to the public, and he’s now dealing with the aftermath of it. if any of that sounds interesting (or you’re js curious honestly) PLEASE CHECK IT OUT!!!!!!!! i’ve worked my butt off on this even though its still in progress its cooking very hard. thank you🩷🩷

[fuckyeah-hetalia]

Status: Complete

Summary:

Antonio has been under a bit more pressure than usual lately, but everything is perfectly fine. That is, it’s all fine as long as he can continue to convince Lovino of that. As much as he denies it though, it’s only a matter of time before he cracks under the pressure. Luckily, Lovino is there to pick up the pieces.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 34,,87

Creator: Ennelmennelbee

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: South Italy/Spain

Characters: South Italy, Spain

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Arguing, Crying, Men Crying, tbh never understood why thats a seperate tag but whatevs, Established Relationship, Sweet, Fluff and Angst, i guess, uwu owo idfk what i am do, its fun to ramble in the tags tho, hello readers, Lovino is tired asf of spains bullshit(aka worried abt him), Hetalia Countries Using Human Names

[spamanohcsandstuff]

[1282] In which Sicily (Lovino) is ruled by Spain

For every day spent in each other’s presence, the awkwardness and formalities faded. Slowly, a bond formed between them. They grew closer. Lovino, especially, found it unexpected. It was so easy to be close to Antonio. When he spoke, his voice was steady and mature beyond his age. Lovino often forgot that Antonio was the younger of the two.

A dreamlike tranquility filled both of them; it was unexpected how their once nervous vows proved true every day. Antonio thought about the things said in the tent, when they had met in Africa. He still wanted to make sure Lovino's life would be easy. Something stable. He presented a room to him, called it his, and told the servants how to address him. He provided whatever comfort Lovino could think of, and was often away for days at a time. Whenever he returned, it was with an abundance of pleasantries. Strange men came and unpacked for them, and Lovino's chamber was soon a home. He went to the garden while this happened, and later fell asleep on silk pillows, beneath heavy hand-woven blankets.

Next came the portraits and paintings. One in particular stood out to him. It was a village from Sicily itself, signed with a dedication to him and hung pristinely on the wall. He recognized it instantly; Antonio had been there with him, shortly after their return from Algeria. The village was depicted with all its details. Who Antonio had paid to do it or where he had found a painter that talented, well, that was left to his imagination.

"I'm sorry it isn’t bigger". Antonio's warm voice came from the door, light as the wind on the sea. Lovino answered without being able to look away from the painting. "No, me encanta. But you didn't have to-"

Antonio stepped closer to inspect the painting as well. He didn't have the same appreciation for the place and couldn’t pretend to, but Lovino saw that he was fond, anyway. Their shoulders bumped against each other. Antonio made a quiet sound, then turned to face him. “I've told you; whatever you want. When you’re ready, there is something else. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” With that, he left.

Lovino took a last quick glance at the painting. It was strange to see his name displayed so boldly on something that valuable.

Antonio’s other surprise was far more precious. A small, female foal, hardly walking, waiting for him in the stable. “She reminds me of you,” he said shyly. “Her color is the same as your eyes.”

It soon proved to be a gift for both of them; Antonio learned Lovino’s habits in the stables; which chore he liked most, and the order in which he did things. Antonio had duties, more than usual. Lovino was sure of it, he could plain see when Antonio’s mind was elsewhere. But even so, Antonio was often sitting with him. Lovino learned not to mind. After all, without Antonio, he would be all alone. And he liked how it felt to be together. Their worries and differences disappeared. They were just two kids here. The world could wait.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Romano travels all of Europe to figure out how to top Spain.

Author: Sunny Day in February

Note from submitter: I read this fanfic when I was around 15, and it's not... It's not good. Despite how not good it is, it's still the most favourited fanfic of my OTP, so I'm gonna inflict psychic damage on the people who have read and favourited it.

[ao3feed-spamano]

Seriously? The [beep]ing Fire Alarm Went Off?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mNBv5Cr

by loverboy_moon

The new neighbors failed to properly cover their smoke detectors before smoking inside their apartment (which isn't even [beep]ing allowed!!!) so everyone is dragged out of their places to go stand outside while the fire department comes and turns it off. Some people properly bundle up, but not Giovanni. This causes Antonio to develop a little crush, and secretly hopes the alarm goes off again.

Words: 7309, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: South Italy (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), Belgium (Hetalia), Luxembourg (Hetalia), Netherlands (Hetalia)

Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), subtle Belgium/South Italy

Additional Tags: One Shot, Alternate Universe - Human, Neighbors, Chance Meetings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, okay I guess I'll write some plot, because I'm a sucker for miscommunication tropes, Love Triangles, there's 4k words before the spicy im so sorry, but it happens i swear, romano's dominant in this too, because i'm addicted to spain being a god damn bottom, Light Bondage, Cowgirl Position

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/mNBv5Cr

[bookneat]

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Austria (Hetalia)/Prussia (Hetalia), Austria (Hetalia)/France (Hetalia), Austria/Spain (Hetalia), South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), Austria/Hungary (Hetalia) Characters: Austria (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Prussia (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Estonia (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Russia (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Latvia (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Lithuania (Hetalia: Axis Powers), France (Hetalia: Axis Powers), Spain (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Letters, Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Suicide Attempt, Austria has an undressed drinking problem, not beta read we die like men Series: Part 1 of A Place of Greater Safety Summary:

During the Cold War, when Gilbert stayed at Ivan’s house, he wrote letters to Roderich. He never sent them; he kept them in a shoe box instead. Roderich recently found them.

Updated 21 December 2019: Rating changed to M due to references to suicide and abuse.