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Summary: Spain reminisces about Romano as a kid, and Romano has a dream….there's stuff in-between that but you have to read to find out.
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With Romano in his arms, Spain smelled the top of his hair and allowed his fingers to roam over the pink-silk shirt that lay over Romano's shoulders. His nostrils tingled with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon that Spain had grown accustomed to. Spain's fingertips swam in the softness of the shirt and the warmth of the skin just underneath. He could feel the petite, but muscular, physique Romano had under his fingertips through the shirt.
He wished he could feel them without the interference…
After several minutes Romano pushed out of Spain's embrace and went to make himself a drink. He hid his face by looking down, but Spain could still tell there was a slight redness in Romano's ears. He wanted nothing more than to grab Romano by the back and hold him close for only a few more minutes.
'Miracles don't happen more than once a day,' Spain thought to himself as he began changing the tablecloth. He grabbed the green-plaid cloth and entered the garage, placing the blood-stained item in the washing-machine.
After setting them in the water to soak off the blood he re-entered the house only to hear loud gunshots. Instinctively he ducked and covered his head. His heart raced faster as he heard yelling and gunshots from the next room. He army-crawled into the kitchen, horrified to see Romano not there. Spain stood and ran toward the gunshots and burst down the door to the living-room.
"R-Romano!" he screamed frantically looking around the room.
"What the hell ya screaming for? Bastard," Romano replied sitting on the couch taking a long sip from his drink.
Spain nearly fell to the floor in embarrassment as he noticed the mafia movie playing on the TV in front of Romano. His cheeks were burning and he held a lump in his throat, but he still felt like his heart was lifted from the worry.
If something happened to Romano…
"I would be lost," Spain muttered to himself at the thought as he stood back up.
"What are you talking about? I'm trying to watch this asshole!"
"I was just gonna say how I'm going to go to bed. So, g'night Romano!" Spain laughed as he sauntered down the hall to his room.
Spain locked the door to his room once he entered. Despite the room being many times smaller than the one he had at home, he felt more relaxed here. He could feel his shoulders slack as he readied for bed. He felt free not needing to worry about any attacks in Romano's house. This was his haven.
He pulled a large book from under the bed and placed it atop his mattress. The first few pages were filled with boring pictures of local architecture and handwritten notes. After turning a few pages he finally found his treasure.
Pages held pictures of little Romano around Spain's giant house. His tiny face was covered in tiny scowls towards the photographer. His little white vestments only accentuated the scowl on the tiny boys face. Hate-filled eyes covered the first few pages and sent Spain's heart in a grip-lock.
However, as he kept turning the pages he saw the gaze become apathetic towards him. His tiny body being caught in hilarious dancing positions by the camera. Spain looked upon these photos with a smile as he remembered Romano dancing wildly to his guitar and how he had to hire someone to take these photos.
The last of the child photos was of Romano as a child sleeping on Spain's bed in his tiny tomato-patterned pajamas. That day, Spain discovered Romano and couldn't keep himself from being astounded at the little man in his bed. He wondered when Romano had become so comfortable around him. But still, he remembered that little face with someone tugging at his heart strings.
"dulces suenos, mi poco de tomate.*"
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Translations:
* dulces suenos, mi poco de tomate = sweet dreams my little tomato (Spanish)
Summary: Spain reminisces about Romano as a kid, and Romano has a dream….there's stuff in-between that but you have to read to find out.
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With Romano in his arms, Spain smelled the top of his hair and allowed his fingers to roam over the pink-silk shirt that lay over Romano's shoulders. His nostrils tingled with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon that Spain had grown accustomed to. Spain's fingertips swam in the softness of the shirt and the warmth of the skin just underneath. He could feel the petite, but muscular, physique Romano had under his fingertips through the shirt.
He wished he could feel them without the interference…
After several minutes Romano pushed out of Spain's embrace and went to make himself a drink. He hid his face by looking down, but Spain could still tell there was a slight redness in Romano's ears. He wanted nothing more than to grab Romano by the back and hold him close for only a few more minutes.
'Miracles don't happen more than once a day,' Spain thought to himself as he began changing the tablecloth. He grabbed the green-plaid cloth and entered the garage, placing the blood-stained item in the washing-machine.
After setting them in the water to soak off the blood he re-entered the house only to hear loud gunshots. Instinctively he ducked and covered his head. His heart raced faster as he heard yelling and gunshots from the next room. He army-crawled into the kitchen, horrified to see Romano not there. Spain stood and ran toward the gunshots and burst down the door to the living-room.
"R-Romano!" he screamed frantically looking around the room.
"What the hell ya screaming for? Bastard," Romano replied sitting on the couch taking a long sip from his drink.
Spain nearly fell to the floor in embarrassment as he noticed the mafia movie playing on the TV in front of Romano. His cheeks were burning and he held a lump in his throat, but he still felt like his heart was lifted from the worry.
If something happened to Romano…
"I would be lost," Spain muttered to himself at the thought as he stood back up.
"What are you talking about? I'm trying to watch this asshole!"
"I was just gonna say how I'm going to go to bed. So, g'night Romano!" Spain laughed as he sauntered down the hall to his room.
Spain locked the door to his room once he entered. Despite the room being many times smaller than the one he had at home, he felt more relaxed here. He could feel his shoulders slack as he readied for bed. He felt free not needing to worry about any attacks in Romano's house. This was his haven.
He pulled a large book from under the bed and placed it atop his mattress. The first few pages were filled with boring pictures of local architecture and handwritten notes. After turning a few pages he finally found his treasure.
Pages held pictures of little Romano around Spain's giant house. His tiny face was covered in tiny scowls towards the photographer. His little white vestments only accentuated the scowl on the tiny boys face. Hate-filled eyes covered the first few pages and sent Spain's heart in a grip-lock.
However, as he kept turning the pages he saw the gaze become apathetic towards him. His tiny body being caught in hilarious dancing positions by the camera. Spain looked upon these photos with a smile as he remembered Romano dancing wildly to his guitar and how he had to hire someone to take these photos.
The last of the child photos was of Romano as a child sleeping on Spain's bed in his tiny tomato-patterned pajamas. That day, Spain discovered Romano and couldn't keep himself from being astounded at the little man in his bed. He wondered when Romano had become so comfortable around him. But still, he remembered that little face with someone tugging at his heart strings.
"dulces suenos, mi poco de tomate.*"
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Translations:
* dulces suenos, mi poco de tomate = sweet dreams my little tomato (Spanish)
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Essere Geloso -Spamano oneshot
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia
Essere Geloso Spamano-
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Romano has been living with Spain for years, so long he can't really remember what it was like with his grandpa Rome anymore. Not that it would matter, since his grandpa liked Italy better anyways. He thought, after some time together, that Spain would be the one who liked him most. It seems he's wrong. All the hugs and kisses Spain has given him since he was a child are the same hugs and kisses he gives others.
Romano is a teen now, at least in body, and he had always figured (hoped) that the fe
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APH-Spamano
In my defense, I'd like to point out that my writing sucks, I usually don't write romance, and this is my first time writing these two. The file was being stupid. There's my excuses.
To those of you reading this piece of shit, I pity you these couple of minutes.
You know, sometimes Romano really hated himself.
Okay, he hated that God-damn Spaniard more, but still!
He just couldn't crush down that little feeling he got when he looked at Spain, the one that made his heart flutter like he was in love.
Which he wasn't. At all. Obviously.
"Roma!" An annoyingly cheerful voice invaded his thoughts.
"What is it, bastard?" Romano sighed; it was
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The Trip That Was A Mistake: Spamano
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
Spain had a very odd sort of stare on Romano, it was the type you may be afraid of if you're not used to it, though still, even if you were used to it, you may have chills sent through your spine by said stare. It was though he were thinking mischievous things, things nobody would want to ponder through, and it was really beginning to agitate Romano now, since the Spaniard was sitting right beside him at the dining room table.
"Well Lovi, I've been thinking, why don't we go on a trip?"
"We don't go on one, because its cold out..."
"Aww.. come on, that's no excuse..."
"No! I'm
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ok so here's the next chapter.
I'm sorry its not toolong or too good. I wrote it when I was very tired and such. But I wanted to upload another chapter for all of you
Chapters:
Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: You are here
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Enjoy~
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz ....(forgot last name. dammit) btu you know who I mean
I'm sorry its not toolong or too good. I wrote it when I was very tired and such. But I wanted to upload another chapter for all of you
Chapters:
Chapter 1:[link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: You are here
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Enjoy~
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz ....(forgot last name. dammit) btu you know who I mean
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Poor Spain nearly had a heart attack but I couldnt help but laugh