We Are Young: A Spamano Fanfiction I lied awake many nights watching you as you slept and I wondered if you ever blamed me, as much as I blamed myself. I would watch as you often tossed and turned and wondered, if I was the reason for your bad dreams. I wasn't even sure if I should trust myself around you anymore, when my thoughts got to this point, I would leave the room, and let you awaken alone. Was I selfish for letting you awaken alone? All these questions, didn't help ease my mind any, because I was sure they were things you might be questioning of me in your mind as well, things neither of us could confront or talk about because we were doing our best to forget it.
Hetalia: Draw With Me Crossover: Spamano I remember on that morning that I told my boss I needed to find myself, I remember walking for miles on end, no shoes, no items for comfort, just to reach, a wall that stretched for miles, a wall, made of very thin glass. I remember, on that morning, I never thought that I'd become part of a story so tragic, and I never thought, it would involve someone as magnificent as you. Someone whom became my best friend, in just mere hours of sitting and writing. If only our paths had been easier, if only we'd been born on the same side, maybe them we wouldn't have to feel so separated, maybe then, we wouldn't have to have a long distance relationsh
Servant of Evil: SwitzerlandxLiechtenstein She was 'her grace.' She was beautiful in every way possible, when we were born, the world rejoiced in pure bliss at the fact that this single country, now had a ruler, and a protector of said ruler. My love for my younger sister blossomed from the moment I could imprint her deep within my brain, at about age four. Yet, she was taken from me, snatched up by fate and confusion, saying that she was a lady, and she had to go off to learn how to be graceful and forceful all in a small, frail, beautiful body, I was taken to learn the way of war, fighting and deceiving those who would turn against my sister, her royal highness.
Apartment of Four: Chapter 15: The End "Why are we stopping at Big Brother France's place?" "Vell.. I thought you would like to see Paris.." The plane landed and the doors were opened after a small while, allowing them to step out onto the escalator down, exiting the plane runway into the airport. Italy had always enjoyed airports, not that planes were any fun, but airports were a place where thousands of varieties of people could be found, tourists from many different countries, and people from the country itself. It was also a place of romance, to see a lover you were far apa
Good Bye AmericaxEnglandxJapan "You've got to be kidding me! You should just- stay away from him!""I am not asking for your damn blessing you understand!? I am going to be with him, and you might as well accept that fact!" The words from the British man stung the American, he could see it, within those emeralds that were England's eyes, he wasn't going to give this up. How could Alfred make him realize he was already loved, how could he say it, without actually saying it? He leaned in, placing a hand on Arthur's thigh and squeezing it lightly, bringing Arthur's lips up into a kiss. England fell back, straight out of his chair, to the floor behind him, cau
Apartment of Four: Chapter 14: Its Finally Said Romano ended waking up first, not that he'd wanted to, he'd have much rather been greeted by Spain's face at his side, rather than the French Mans'. "W-Spain!?" Romano pulled himself up, wincing at a pain that bit at his shoulder, teasing him to try and make it stop. France put a hand to the boy's good shoulder, seeing as he was on that side. "Stop mon ami... he'll be fine... he just 'as to rest... and so do you..." Lovino returned to his futon, even though somewhere deep in his heart, pleaded him to go to Spain, to stay beside him, to smile at him like he'd done when Lovino was feeling as awful as he had b
Apartment of Four: Chatper 13: Has it Ended "It was a mistake, for you not to bring a gun...""Oh.. you don't think I brought one.. " The man removed his fist from the boy's hand and, as quick as one swift movement of the arm could be, the man drew out a revolver. "Think again..."This.. was bad. Romano's eyes widened, as did Spain's, the Spaniard still sitting there on the ground, unsure if he'd be able to get up in time to push the boy ahead out of the way. Was it... over? The Italian closed his eyes, turning his vision away, he didn't want to see the bullet go off, he didn't want to hear the noise of his final breaths being drawn, he didn't want.. any of it.
Hetalia: Trovami: Chapter 3 A hand waved across some old metals, a match in said hand, flickering to life in a flush of swift longing for the fire to go upward toward the stars, revealed by holes in the thatch roof above. The hand waved away from the stars, and the small fire waved it's goodbyes, being set in a stove's burner and bringing the burner to life, now having a true purpose of being brought to life. Belarus put the match out with a flick of her delicate hand and set the stove top to it's proper temperature, watching the fire as it dimmed. She looked around for the item she probably should have gotten out before setting the stove, though it wasn't too m
Hetalia: Trovami: Chapter 2"There has to be a simple explanation to where they went..." "Si... but what?""I am uncertain... but listen, there is someone else I have to visit today.. you be a good boy okay dear Venenziano?" "Si, and Fratello Spain...""Mmh?" "Grazie..." He gave one last smile, and then, was on his way. He wished he could have been the stronger one, that was what he'd originally ventured here to do, to uplift Venenziano's spirit, yet instead, the only thing he did, was break down, something that was out of the ordinary. He was usually strong when it came to this type of scenario, but he'd never lost the one he'd loved li
Hetalia: Trovami : Chapter 1 It would be years since he last saw the German, and seeing him now, would be nothing short of a miracle. It ached more than anyone would ever know, it ached that the German had gone and disappeared, yet there hadn't been a single thing he could do about it. The only thing he had to ease the pain of loosing one of the only people he could truly call 'friend,' was the fact that he wasn't alone. There were those whom had gone in search of Germany, and had too disappeared, if someone could have monitored more closely, they would have come to find that, they'd all vanished in the same area. It was a key peace to everyone being gone, yet no one
The Music Our World Holds is Love _Spamano_ I was a prodigy at what I did.A real promise to the world that there was something greater. Yet all I wanted from the musical world... was.... If you were to walk down a particular path in Spain, you might want to watch your step, for there are many places people call home, for one person in particular, the home, happens to be that path. Right on your typical, run-of-the-mill street corner, rests a poor man by the name of; Antonio Fernandez Carreido. Though nobody call tell you why he's so poor, many can easily tell you that he is the town drunk, he is the town fool, or he is the town joke, not that any of these three, are any
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