shooptastic:

Summary: It’s Lovino Vargas’s senior year in high school. But this time, he isn’t going to any normal public school. He has entrusted his future into the hands of an elite boarding school. It’s a dream come true. That is, until his roommate Antonio comes along.

• Duplicity* by shooptastic
• A Normal Day
• Even If You Hit Me
• Awkward
• Hard to Get*

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• Who Do You Like
• Reverse Psycology
• With A Side Of Tomatoes
• I Fucking Love You, Damn it!
• Cats and Dogs
• Seven Day Story*

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Dammit why did that bastard have to make good on his promise! Romano cursed himself as he tried to keep what little composure he had left.

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•  An Antipodean Tale of Love [ M ] *
•  I’ll Walk You Home LJ **
•  Wings *

*Ongoing
**This fic is complete on the author’s LJ, so better read it there :) 

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Bookstore

One year. One entire year he had been coming here and he hadn’t done anything. Francis would have had them in the first week if not less and Gilbert within the month. Then again he doubted they would have ever been interested enough in this particular person. He glanced across the tables piled with books to spot that one errant curl that gave him away.

Him. Lovino Romano Vargas, one of the afternoon clerks at Chikyuu Books. He also happened to be the one Antonio was in love with. Oh yes, after so long he could easily call it love. He went back to flipping through the pages of the book he was holding, trying to calm down his blush. He could have gone to any bookstore, especially one closer to his house but he always came to this one after classes, just to see him.

He could still remember the day he first met him. He had been browsing looking for a book that his regular (and closer) store had been out of. He had been in the back when a ruckus up front had drawn his attention. Lovino had been arguing with a customer about a book before finally (with Ned’s help) throwing him out. He had turned to Antonio and glared asking him what he was looking at before storming into the employee’s room.

Antonio was left blushing and wondering why his heart was suddenly pounding. The boy hadn’t been that scary, intimidating maybe, but not scary. Actually Antonio had thought he’d been rather cute with that flush on his face. Like the tomatoes he loved. During the next few weeks Antonio had continually been drawn to the bookstore, catching ever glimpse he could of the boy while being discreet as he could.

He had moved to the back now, ignoring the slight pout that wanted to work its way onto his cheeks at losing sight of the Italian. He was startled out of his thoughts by a cheery “Hey Antonio~”. “Oh hello Bella, it’s nice seeing you again.” Bella was another one of the clerks and Ned’s little sister. She was also one of the only ones who knew about his feelings for Lovino. She had sworn to help him get his man.

He had been happy but slightly confused about her mutterings after. Something about a fan, camera, and two people called Elizabeta and Kiku. For the last month she had been pushing him to finally confess to Lovino but he never could. She always got the oddest look on her face to, like she knew something he didn’t. “You really need to tell him soon or someone else will snatch him up” she began without warning.

Antonio felt his heart squeeze. The thought of losing him before he even had him was unbearable. However, he felt his blood run cold at her next line, “There’s been this man around lately and I swear he’s been checking Lovino out.” No, he couldn’t let him be taken by someone else but then that’d mean confessing and he just…he just couldn’t. He was to shy no matter what rumors went around about him, Francis, and Gilbert.

He cringed again. Those two had found out two months ago and had been hounding him about his secret crush ever since. He refused to tell them though; he feared they’d take him first or scare him off. Gilbert could be quite forceful and Francis was…Francis. But if Lovino was being flirted with……argh! What was he going to do?

Lovino was grumbling as he sorted the books on the shelf. He was in a bad mood, which was usual but today he was particularly irritated. Feliciano hadn’t woken him up after he slept through hi alarm and he’d almost been late to class. His teacher had scolded him and told him to be more like his brother who was an ‘angel’. He snorted. On top of that he was pretty sure he’d seen the tomato bastard again.

He paused for a moment to determine the time. Yep, it’d been about a year since he’d started haunting the store. He remembered it well. He’d gotten into (another) fight with a customer and thrown them out only to turn and see this guy practically gaping at him. He snapped and stormed off but thought he’d never see him again. Most people who saw him like that didn’t come back. But the tomato bastard had.

Honestly, who owned a tomato printed backpack, actually where and he even found one? …Dammit, he wanted one. He scowled again at the line of books. Ever since that day the tomato bastard had kept popping by again and again. Every time he came to Lovino to pay for his books he’d almost always stutter and he never looked him in the eye. If it had been anyone else Lovino would have gotten sick of it by now and ban him.

But he wasn’t anyone else. The few times they managed to actually make small talk had been, nice. Of course he’d never tell anyone that. In the year since he had started coming he found he wasn’t bad to talk to. They’d chatted about anything and everything usually until it was time to close the store. Then the bastard, Antonio, would go straight back to stuttering.

He been mortified one day, a Thursday, the day Antonio had always shown up, hadn’t. He’d been on the edge of panicking until Bella had gotten a call to set aside a book for him to pick up. He’d fallen ill and wouldn’t be able to get it for a while. What mortified him was the fact he’d wanted him to show up. After another border line panic attack, Bella had found him and forced him to tell her what was wrong.

She was his childhood friend and his co-worker so he’d told her. She’d squealed and said how proud she was that he was grown up and in love. He almost fainted, love? Who had she kidding? It wasn’t like he cared or anything, or thought his glasses were cute or how nice his accent sounded. It had taken three more months before he finally admitted to himself that he maybe kinda had a small tiny crush on him.

It didn’t matter though; it wasn’t like he liked him back. He was probably scared of him and just trying to look like he wasn’t. He pulled the last book out and set it in its place before stalking to the back of the store to get started on organizing the books there. After that he was taking a break. He passed by one of the smiley faces the owner had insisted on putting up and shivered.

He hated those things, especially since they reminded him of that weirdo who had been stalking the shelves of the store for the past few days. He swore the creep was leering at him when he wasn’t goggling after Bella. He’d just gotten stared on the books when he heard someone clear their voice behind him. He jumped before spinning around, praying it wasn’t the creep.

Luckily it wasn’t. Instead it was Antonio, he couldn’t quite manage a convincing scowl over his pounding heart. “What the hell bastard don’t sneak up on me like that, are you trying to give me a heart attack!” Antonio smiled sheepishly and muttered a sorry, his eyes looking over his shoulder. When his heart was back to its normal tempo he finally gave a scowl. “Well what do you want that you had to go around like a ninja to ask me?” He watched slightly confused as he reddened and began stammering.

“Would you stop doing that and get to the point!” he barked. Antonio gave a small cringe before finally meeting his hazel eyes with his own bright green. He saw apprehension before a kind of resignation. He fumbled with something in his bag before thrusting a few loose leafs of paper at him and bolting. He was surprised for a moment before pulling the papers away from his chest and looking at them. He felt his breath catch in his throat.

They were sketches, sketches of him. Antonio had shown him his sketch book one day when they talked and he could admit the bastard was good. He was studying to be an illustrator and was proud of his work. He seen sketches of mythical creatures and buildings and people but none like this, the amount of work he must have put into these sketches was staggering. There were only three but each one was unique.

One was him yelling at a customer again and the emotion on his face caught him by surprise, he looked like that? The next was him sorting books again a look of concentration and thoughtfulness in his every line. The last made him feel weak in the knees. It was him at the café near the store on his break. A cup of coffee held near his lips and a book in one hand being flipped through. He looked utterly content.

Each sketch also had a quote at the bottom; he thought he recognized them from a poem book Antonio had bought one day, he’d recommended it actually. His face flamed and his mouth went dry as he read each one. He lifted his head to where Antonio had run out of the store, was…was he trying to say what he thought he was saying? He clutched the sketches to his chest before he shook himself out of his shock.

He quickly looked around before folding them and stuffing them in his pants pocket. Friend or not he did not want Bella seeing them.  He turned back to the books and began absent mindedly sorting them. He would think about this and what it could mean when he got home and locked himself in his room away from his prying brother and then he and the bastard would have words. And maybe then he’d invite him to go to the café on break with him after.

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Poolside

‘Romano is going to kill Prussia’ Spain thought as he hit the water. It was a good thing he was long gone. It was probably a good thing that there weren’t any other nations around either to attract Romano’s wrath. Why he thought shoving them into the hotel’s indoor pool was a good idea he’d never know. Ok so he thought it was kinda funny but Romano had been in a bad mood all day and this was probably going to be the last straw. He poked his head out of the water hesitantly.

Romano was scowling but he seemed more annoyed then insanely angry. He gave a relieved sigh, hopefully that meant he wouldn’t get a headbutt to the stomach. He smiled when Romano looked toward him and gave a small sheepish laugh. “Sorry Roma” only to get a snort and a roll of his eyes “it’s not like you were the one to push us in bastard.” He blinked in slight shock, was Romano sick? He treaded the few feet of water over to him and put a hand on his forehead frowning.

Romano tensed before slapping his hand away, turning his face to look straight at him. “What the hell bastard. What are you doing that for?” “Roma you haven’t been feeling good since the meeting, are you sick?” he asked plainly. The only answer he got was a blush “N-No you idiot, I’m not sick. I just-“he cut himself off looking away. Spain frowned again but didn’t push “We should probably get out of the water before we do get sick then, si?” He said smiling.

He moved to the side to get out of the pool only to stop when Romano spoke. “You just don’t get it do you bastard, you don’t even notice” he looked frustrated and was glaring right at him, an odd fire in his eyes. “Get what Roma?” he was confused. Romano seemed to struggle with himself for a moment clearly not wanting to admit weakness but wanting him to understand. “The way they look at you.” He finally said quietly. Now he felt really confused “the way who looks at me?” Romano growled and stalked towards him, pinning him to the wall of the pool. “Everyone!” he shouts “at least the ones not with someone else and even then some still look at you.” Spain feels a blush start to climb up his cheeks at the position they’re in. “But why is it a bad thing that they look at me?” he asks again. Romano is shaking his head, lips pulled back in a snarl, looking furious.

“The /way/ they look at you bastard.” The fire in his eyes flared higher, almost making Spain’s breath catch. “The way they look at you like you’re a piece of meat they want to eat.” “Oh” He says eyes wide, Roma was right he hadn’t noticed. “Yes, oh, bastard. You’re such an idiot” the fire dimming and his face settling back into its normal scowl. He shifts and looks over Spain’s shoulder but doesn’t pull away. Spain felt a spark of something, mischievousness maybe, and grinned.

“But Roma why should I care?” he asks causing Romano to look at him like he’s insane but he continues before he can speak “I only notice or care when /you/ at me like that.” Romano’s eyes widen before he drops his head to look at the water. “You still don’t get it bastard” there is no bite in his words but there is another tone that has Spain tensing in anticipation. He brings his head back up and pins him with burning olive eyes “I should be the /only/ to look at you like that.”

Spain is suddenly very aware of where they are. But not how you think. He’s not aware of the fact that they’re in a semi-public place or that anyone could walk in and find them. He’s not aware of the water drying on his skin and making him feel slightly chilled or that smell of chlorine in his nostrils. What he is aware of however is how close he and Romano are. He’s aware of the poolside digging slightly into the middle of his back. He’s aware of the sudden thrill of heat that goes through him. He’s especially aware of everything about Romano. His dripping hair, his white shirt almost see through and pants clinging to every inch of skin, one hand on the side of him grasping the pool and the other holding his shoulder, jaw set and the straight line of his lips, and his burning eyes fixed exactly on his. He gulps and takes a shuddering breath.

“You should?” he manages to get out and he really shouldn’t be taunting him when he’s like this. He has seen Romano like this only a few times and every time he has it’s never been good, at least when he’s looking at anyone else that is. Spain loves it when Romano looks at him like this. He rarely sees this side of Romano when it’s directed at him. More often than not it’s directed in ire at the Mafia or his brother and bosses when they do something stupid and Romano has had enough. But when it’s directed at him it always is with possessiveness. “Yes bastard, I should.” Romano says simply before pulling him into a searing kiss one hand around his back and the other coiling in his hair. Spain groans and tilts his head to get the best angle he can. Romano licks his lips in question and Spain opens them without a fight. Tongues’ battling heatedly Spain gives in to his lover and shudders at how easily Romano takes control.

Oh yes, he loves this side of his Roma. They pull back gasping and Romano’s eyes are practically scorching now. “I should be the only one who has you like this. I should be the only to see you this vulnerable, this hot.” The hand in his hair moves until he’s cupping his cheek tenderly. Spain shifts his head to nuzzle his hand and leans back slightly since his legs don’t feel solid anymore. Romano pulls him in for another heated kiss and Spain feels like he’s melting.

“If you don’t want anyone to see me like this then this isn’t the best place” he pants. His body feels like it’s on fire and he’s surprised he can still think so well. He lets out a small whine when Romano is suddenly pulling back away from him eyes darting to every corner of the room. Romano’s voice is husky and sounds far to be sexy to be legal “Our room now.” He pauses for a second to give Spain an onceover. A smirk spreads across his face and his eyes narrow a dangerous glint in them. “No one can see you.” He orders as he grabs Spain’s wrist and pulls them to the edge of the shallow side of the pool. Spain gives another shudder but he’s not sure if it’s from feeling the cold air on his soaked body or Romano’s tone. At the moment he doesn’t care.

They make it to their room without anyone seeing and from there it’s a whirlwind of flying clothes, Roma’s mouth on his and all-encompassing heat. After, they lie panting and sweat-soaked simply basking in this primal high. Right now Spain feels deliciously sore and completely content. He’ll be more sore in the morning and littered with bruises and bite marks but he doesn’t care. Romano himself will be sporting his own bite marks and several scratches. Spain rolls onto his side and looks at Romano. He can already tell that he’s going back to his old self. The way he lays and the look in his eyes is almost the Romano he normally sees. Romano himself moves until his arm is around Spain’s waist and his head buried in his shoulder. “Did you mean what you said?” he asks quietly. Spain feels confused once again “Mean what?” asks in reply. Romano moves his head away from his shoulder to look Spain in the eyes and he’s completely back to normal. “How you only notice when it’s me?” He smiles and pulls him as close as he can “of course mi amor, it’s always and only you.” Romano blushes and ducks his head again. “Sappy bastard.” “You love me for it.” He teases. The Italian is quiet and when he answers he can barely hear him. “I do, Ti amo bastard.”

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The first meal was breakfast in bed. Normally Romano would just accept the free food and the attention and be done with it, but this time something was different. He couldn’t put his finger on but today felt special. At his look Spain only smiled and continued to shower Romano with attention as he chatted on about inane things.

The second meal was a nice lunch out on the veranda after working in the tomato fields. Again he would normally think nothing of it but the feeling was back. Again he gave a look to his lover but was only answered with a glass of wine passed to him and a cheerful smile. They would have lazed around more but the fields couldn’t take care of themselves. Romano put his thoughts out of his mind for now as he moved back to the tomatoes the summer sun warm at his back.

The nap was rather nice. They laid curled together in the bed, Romano having protested half-heartedly. When he woke up his face buried in Spain’s chest the feeling was back and as persistent as ever. He took a glance at the calender over his shoulder, wondering if he had forgotten some appointment. It was the third and he knew there was nothing planned so what was the feeling? He would have given it more thought if Spain had not awoken and pulled him into spending the rest of the afternoon lazing in bed. They migrated to the living room and the large couch sometime before dinner.

The third meal was pasta for dinner. Now he really felt odd but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. As they calmly ate Romano kept looking up at Spain only to glance away a moment later when he noticed. They talked of normal things like how the tomatoes were coming along or how the countries were doing along with some gossip on their fellow nations. Spain seemed slightly distracted but his mind did have a tendency to wander so he didn’t worry about it to much.

They spent the last few moments before turning in curled on the couch watching the television. Not soap operas thank god, Romano could only stand so much of those before he felt like he was either going to go crazy or break into tears at the hopeless relationships between characters( he would never admit the last part). Just when they were turning in Spain sent him on ahead saying there was something small he had to take care of. Romano only shrugged and told him to hurry up. He was more worried about the nagging sense of something that was clawing at the back of his head. It screeched to a halt however when he entered their room and noticed what was different.

It was a small thing, some might have overlooked it but it was nestled nicely on Romano’s pillow. He warily neared the bed and picked up the inconspicuous black box. He flipped it open, heart speeding up making him feel slightly light-headed momentarily before his eyes focused on what lay within.

A simple gold band with only the slightest markings and a small emerald gem inlaid into its surface stared back out at him. He felt breathless for a moment the situation and the feeling he’d been having, everything fell into place in an instant. He felt disbelief, this couldn’t be right…there was no way this was what he thought it was. He spotted movement in the corner of his eye and turned his head to see a sheepish Spain standing in the doorway, shifting from one leg to the other.

“Do I meet your requirements?” was the only thing he said gaze vulnerable and anxious. He could only set the box down gently and stride over to his lover, pulling him into a furious kiss as an answer. Yes.

bubblelounge:

BLERGH. Formatting fail. As per a kind anon’s sexy request….Spamano, curls, and smuttiness.

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bubblelounge:

For polyglot-in-training, who was very sweet when I was being very silly earlier today. 

Spamano Wine AU, short fic, opening night at Antonio’s restaurant.

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shooptastic:

[based off of tittytomatoes’ headcanon]

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dat-italian:

Pairing: Spamano

Author: Digi

cute as drabble!! <3

So, this was written by Digi. She has no tumblr/ff.net account yet, but wanted to spread the word of her stories!

It was submitted as asks to tomatolovers/nadia a while back, but she wanted me to post it all together. So it may seem familiar!

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(Source: romass)

dat-italian:

Pairing: Spamano

Author: Digi

(( sequel to this ))

So, this was written by Digi. She has no tumblr/ff.net account yet, but wanted to spread the word of her stories!

It was submitted as asks to tomatolovers/nadia a while back, but she wanted me to post it all together. So it may seem familiar!

Anyway, please enjoy! uwu 

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(Source: romass)

dat-italian:

Pairing: Spamano

Author: Digi

((This is her second story! there is a sequel coming up, too!))

» So, this was written by Digi. She has no tumblr/ff.net account yet, but wanted to spread the word of her stories!

It was submitted as asks to tomatolovers/nadia a while back, but she wanted me to post it all together. So it may seem familiar!

Anyway, please enjoy! uwu 

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(Source: romass)