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bawnjorno · 9 months ago
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i didn't write for four years, got the bug tonight and wrote another chapter for a thing that lived in my head
That morning - Chapter 2 - napuleh - Hetalia: Axis Powers [Archive of Our Own]
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sisalrian · 10 months ago
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besame mucho
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eustasskiddsprosthetic · 6 months ago
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"You got the best of me."
Wips, different colours and context below the cut. (TW: Religious themes)
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If you're curious, this illustration is based on a comic (which is based on a fan fiction) I worked on for a long time called "You Got the Best of Me". Yes, it's a BTS song. It's a good B-side.
The idea is that traveller!Antonio finds his way to a small, wayward tomato farmed owned by this grumpy man called Lovino. He's the son of the village's head priest who had passed away from cancer when he was a child, not long after his younger brother, Feliciano was born.
Feliciano was always sickly and couldn't do very much. He was a crybaby. He was kind of pathetic but always cheerful and Lovino loved him very much, and worked hard to support him.
Growing up, Feliciano became very religious like their grandfather and trained to become a priest. Lovino didn't exactly disapprove, since it meant Feliciano would be taken care of, but he didn't believe in God as much as he used to. Afterall, God let his grandfather—the epitome of Godfearring—die so painfully. Feliciano tries his best to reconnect but their difference in faith made it difficult.
In the present day, Antonio and Lovino met when Antonio just stumbles into a village party one day. He leans against an empty barrel, exhausted, until someone taps his shoulder. He turns around and sees a handsome, albeit drunk as fuck young man giving him a bottle of alcohol, telling him to cheer up and drink. Antonio fell in love at first sight. That smile was gorgeous.
They meet again the next day when Antonio walks into the church and sees the same young man sitting at the back. The young man didn't say no when Antonio sits with him, and doesn't do anything when Antonio talks to him and asks to share his Bible.
After service, they walk around the church in silence and they go to a quiet stretch of meadow where Antonio plays some childhood songs on his guitar. Antonio was surprised when Lovino knew the words and could speak Spanish. Lovino said the 'weirdos' his grandfather made friends with taught him whatever he knew, which was surprisingly a lot.
They continue chatting and without knowing, it had been hours.
"Brother, it's lunch time," Feliciano said softly.
Lovino screamed. "H-how the fuck did you find me?"
Feliciano laughed as he pointed to the footsteps in the ground. "There's coffee! No alcohol, don't drink so much." Feliciano acknowledged Antonio with a curtsey and a suspicious glance. Lovino did not always have the best judgement.
The three of them walked together, Lovino walked ahead because he was hungry and knew that he needed to explain himself. Antonio and Feliciano introduced themselves. Feliciano was not as paranoid as before—Antonio seemed like a nice person. Antonio liked that Feliciano took things well despite his sickliness and hoped that he would get better soon. Feliciano gave him a look.
Antonio understood immediately. Feliciano was unnervingly pale and skinny. The only thing about him that was strong was his will to live. Antonio promised to never talk about it again and Feliciano smiled.
A few months go by and Antonio was helping Lovino harvest tomatoes and that was when Lovino pulls him aside and asks, "Do you know about my grandfather?" Antonio said vaguely because he and Feliciano slipped it in conversations here and there. Lovino nodded and then elaborated more on what Antonio 'vaguely' knew. Lovino usually wasn't this open so what happened now?
"Doctors said Feliciano won't have longer than a year left."
Antonio felt devastated. He did not know them for very long and yet he knew Feliciano was one of the better sort of people out there. He could only imagine how painful it must be for Lovino—his own brother!
"Is God trying to take a piss at me?" Lovino said angrily. "For not believing? For fucking giving up? For calling Him a bastard? If He feels bad, then maybe He should stop fucking killing everyone I love! My own family, Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with Him?"
Antonio listened. Lovino started ugly sobbing, understandably so. Antonio nodded.
"Feliciano's a good kid. He's always doing his fucking best. He never whored around, he's always nice. He cooked for old ladies. He prays and reads the Bible every fucking day. Why do you Hate your own, God? Is it because he's dating some guy? Well, I don't like the blonde son of a bitch either but I won't kill them. What the fuck is your problem? Aren't you the good one?"
Antonio pat his back. And then, Lovino said, "Why can't He just kill me instead? Let Feliciano go. Let him be happy."
"That won't change anything."
"Yeah that fucking won't but at least I won't be sad."
"Well, I would."
Lovino looked at Antonio like he was crazy.
"But you'll fucking bounce in what? A week? Two weeks? I know your type. You idiots never fucking stay in one place, always running around, bumming around without doing anything proper. Piss off, Antonio. You'll find another one in China or some shit."
"No, Lovino. I care about you. I don't want you to die. Feli's not dead yet. What would he say?"
"He'd tell me to pray."
"Praying isn't dying, sí?" Antonio said. The sun was setting and the birds were chirping. Antonio picked up a plump tomato from the ground, wiped it with his shirt and gave it to Lovino. "Eating this beautiful tomato won't cure you or Feli of your pain but it sure tastes really nice."
Lovino laughed at that childish response. He ate the tomato and smiled. It was quite delicious. Antonio thought he looked like an angel when he smiled, especially now. They looked at each other with an unspoken emotion, something at the tip of their tongue. Antonio knew it a bit better than Lovino but it was still scary because it meant giving up his freedom to stay here.
Forever.
Of course, he can talk about travelling with Lovino but he knew lazy bastard wouldn't want to do anything. He could try to get Lovino out of the house. He could lose his dignity and leave and reclaim that freedom. He could... Lovino laughed again and that smile was gorgeous.
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romatito · 29 days ago
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mmmm the pirate au is slowly turning into a multi-chaptered plotbunny that wont leave my head. so in the meantime pls take these designs while i work out whether im capable of focusing long enough to actually write it or not 🫡
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mangofresca · 4 months ago
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kiss me while he kisses the sea
Lovino catches that look and squawks indignantly. “Oh no,” he says, shoving Antonio down into his captain’s chair and gripping his chin, forcing his head back, “you will not blame me because you are a glutton.” Antonio spreads his legs wider, pulling Lovino into the space between them, hands settling sweetly at the curve of Lovino’s thighs. “I don’t blame you, mi joya. But you look so nice in my gold, and I did promise you the world…” His thumbs trace small circles up the backs of Lovino’s thighs, tone teasing, and Lovino feels his face burn. (Or, Lovino bandages up an injured Antonio before riding him silly.) Oneshot, Spamano.
Words: 3,840, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Pirate Spain (Hetalia), Bruising, Riding, Cockwarming, Mutual Adoration, bc theyre so annoying about each other, Romano bandaging Spain's cuts, bc that concept makes me soft and weepy, spamanoweek, spamanoweek2024
@spamano-week entry for the prompt of pirates, taken as a very small sample from a behemoth of a fic i hope to one day write fully and post. but. we'll see.
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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 10 months ago
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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. 
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portuguts · 2 months ago
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toxic portspa pt 2 n also a trade for my oomf @silenimg (◜◡◝ ) !!
i think hair pulling is an interesting thing to explore with these two cause nothing inflates joão's ego more than being better than toni and part of it comes from being more attractive. y'know. targeting his face and hair is his preferred degradation method methinks...
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ayv-art · 1 year ago
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Messy Spamano sketches that would make middle school me proud
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folightening · 1 year ago
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Romano wasn't stupid; he noticed the way Spain looked at him when the idiot thought he wouldn't notice. He could feel the way Spain held himself back with his affections. And the one time Romano had made sure Spain's kiss landed on his lips… Spain's eyes had widened, he'd stammered in Spanish, and avoided him the rest of the day. As if Romano hadn't wanted the kiss.
As if Romano didn't want so much more than a simple kiss.
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aurabora · 7 months ago
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who would win in a fight 2014 spamano and usuk cosplayers with their livejournal accounts or the 2024 tiktok anti-proshipper with DNI and ‘07 in their bio?
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torontofetish · 3 months ago
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hi i wrote 13th century spamano choking kink or something. sorry if there are historical inaccuracies in my age gap yaoi i promise i didn't mean it
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👑 acuerdo 🧾
It’s still new to him; four months is an eternity for humans, perhaps, but perspective has shortened and condensed time into a coiled thing, folding over on itself until the entire stretch of it is thin as parchment. Four months is the blink of an eye. And the fighting has not stopped since he set foot upon that little island kingdom; he hasn’t had time to truly process it all. That Romano is his now. That they are together. That every morning he will wake up and Romano will be here, and that every night Romano will be asleep in this bed. It still seems like the far-fetched dream Pedro had cooked up in hushed tones, away from the menacing glares of el Papa. Spain is convinced, somehow, that if he blinks, reality will throw its punch and he’ll be back in Palermo, crushed under that damned France’s boot. (In 1282, King Peter III of Aragon is crowned King of Sicily.)
Spamano // M // CNtW // 2,112
Additional Tags: Asphyxiation, Mild Gore, Historical Hetalia, Chibi Romano, Unreliable Narrator (Or Is It?), Dubious Consent
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1p2p-heta-imagines · 3 months ago
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You know what? I'm gonna rewrite most of my old ass fanfics.
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crispyliza · 4 months ago
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Hey guys..... I've been reading spamano fanfiction lately.... and I watched the latest hetalia musical.... I think I'm getting sucked back into the fandom 😭😭😭
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romatito · 2 months ago
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veraverse posting in 2024? its..... more likely than you think. (look my art is finally good enough i get to draw all the fanart my middle school self would have eaten the fuck up let me live lmfao)
anyway i reread this thing recently when i stepped back into this fandom again and (after cringing my way thru the first two chapters bc. we... all know why 🫠) i realized that no one has ever drawn the, arguably, funniest fucking scene in all 6 published chapters of this fic. so i did in the messiest, most rushed way possible bc i had to get it out of my system. the end.
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mangofresca · 2 months ago
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footprint nostalgia
And sometimes, Spain watches Romano walk across the sands of his beaches, and he imprints the image of his footprint to memory, a twinkling haze of nostalgia and melancholy and the most desperate plea to see it again tomorrow, to see it again forever, with his following right behind. Spamano, oneshot.
Words: 5,380, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Making Love, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, this was mainly my excuse to write top romano bc no one ever lets my man have anything, could be seen as a companion piece to red wine and honey but also could be read alone, also an unholy amount of italics because!!! i like them!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @renonv!!!!!! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now pardon me while i go to bed. i have to wake up at 1 am in the morning for my flight. everyone keep your fingers crossed that i dont miss my plane!!!!
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amorprezioso · 1 year ago
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Spamano wearing suits (this definitely has nothing to do with the hyperspecific AU for my WIP fanfiction).
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HI YIKES HERE
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