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avinaccia · 3 years

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Spamano Doujinshi Masterlist

Remember when doujins were a *big thing*? including the ones that got banned in December 2017?

List below the cut! 130 compiled for your viewing pleasure 🤗

Full Hetalia Doujin List (including every other character and ship)

¡Besame mucho! | conya, translated by amayo

0212 WAR | sunson

A Golden Bell After a Sunny Day | さとうメメ子

A Good Spamano Fiesta | translated by Hetalia Translations

A Story about Boss who Likes Hair Curl | conya

Acustico Ocaso | conya

Addicted *Vietnamese*

After Summer | SKK

Ajico | Tokimooon

Amurita | EC/Yuki

And Boyfriend *R18* | LovePotionNo.9

Anemone | Masquerade, translated by amayo

Answer *R18* *RAW* | Crown/Yuki

Antinomia *R18* *RAW* | Megutayu

As Much As You Want | jusc0

Ashita mo Aeru | Hagi

Ask For Their Son | translated by Hetalia Translations

Ay de mi | translated by sunset_rays

Beautiful Morning With You | miyoshiayato

Besame mucho + Leyenda negra + Sol y sombra | sova

Beside You | translated by amayo

Best Shot! *R18* *RAW* | sova

Buon Compleanno (+GerIta) | 豆田

Candeliere Notte *R18* | conya

Candy Pop Monster

Camellia *R18* | HKR

Catnip *R18* | HKR

Charm - Part One | Two | z, translated by Yumekotan

Cherry Oh! *R18* *RAW* | HKR

Ciao mio raggio di sole | miyoshiayato

Ciao Sparkling *R18* | HKR

Clover Field | Aogiri

Cold | jusc0, translated by Yumekotan

Contigo, pan y tomate *Partial*

Custom | pondeco

Daisy - Part One | Two | HKR

Dear You | peco

Domani lei ed un valer e colazione *R18* | hiyoshiamato, translated by amayo

E.M *R18* | HKR

Fight to the Finish | pesce rosso

France and Prussia the Enablers | translated by Hetalia Translations

Feliz Cumpleanos | daidai, translated by Yumekotan

Gakuen (+BFT) | translated by Hetalia Translations

Gakuen Hetalia

Gifts | jusc0, translated by yumekotan

Gilbert and the Grim Reaper (+PruIta)

Habanera *R18* | Hagi

Happy Birthday *R18* | pesce rosso, translated by undercover-witch

Happy End | みっきぃ。

Happy New Year | translated by Hetalia Translations

Hit Man!! | sunson

Honey? (+FrUK) | Love Potion No.9, translated by Tuul

Honey Come | peco

I Want to Be Spoiled Too (+GerIta) | 水玉

Keep Smiling | Kurosaki Neko

Kingdom Come *R18* | HKR

Knock Knock *R18* | Kurosaki

Kobun Inflation *R18*

Kobun’s ‘Dere’ is Bad for the Heart | せいあー, translated by yumekotan

Koshite Tomato | koitoma

La felicita in mano | conya, translated by amayo

La pioggia | vodka112 for lluviadinoche

Late Afternoon Delight *R18* | slouph

Lesion | dosukoi

Let’s Make Mochi | HiyokoMochi

Let’s Make Tiramisu!

Lieto Fine

Little Oyabun | pesce rosso

Lovesickness, Together With You | Daisy

Mangia tanto | peco

Millmake *R18* | HKR

Mischief *R18* | translated by amayo

My Little Boy

Nero:Solarium *R18* | Kousaka

Nyan, Nyan | トキ

One Day (no pairing, just Spain chilling with chibi Romano) | くりこ＠かっぺ丸出し

OPEC

Paradiso due | translated by amayo

Paranormal Unexplained | pesce rosso, translated by undercover-witch

Parece ser el paraiso | RoomFinder

Parentally (Nyo!Spain)

Passwort Sirup (+HRExIta)

Pedestrian Crossing | Zukki

Probably Always Shinin’ Days | jusc0, translated by Yumekotan

Proof Proof Experience | Misa Iwashita

Rain Shower | Hagi

RomaHalf | translated by Jammerlea and Hikari-Kaitou

S.O.A.B Lovers *R18* | HKR

Secret Secret *R18* | HyspaniPlus

See You Tomorrow | sakura27

Simply Bare With an Apron *R18* | conya

Shiroi Toiki to Atatakata te to | Peco

Sleeping Faces | ずっき, translated by yumekotan

Songbird Lullaby | peco

Summer Night Syndrome | Miyoshi Ayato

Sweet Seduction *R18*

Sweet Spice (+HRExIta)

Test Tubes and Ribbons *R18* | jusc0

Time Well Spent *R18* | glasshard

The Lullaby of the Nightingale | peco, translated by amayo

The Day After the Snow | z, translated by Yumekotan

The Half-Liar | セブン, translated by yumekotan

The Manipulator | ちな, translated by Yumekotan

The Millennia of Follies Shared with Him | ハルオリ

The Place Where the Sun Sets | peco

The Story of Romano and the Tomato | ミトゥイ, translated by Yumekotan

The Technique of Flying | Fia

The Tomato Next to Me | Hosaka

The World Calls that Love | Miyoshi Ayato, translated by Amayo

This Fucking Guy | z, translated by Yumekotan

Thousand Years of Folly with Him | BadRomanceTeam

Tomato!Tomato!Tomato! | kawa

TomaPoli *R18* | Ns:plus

Tres+ | Ns:plus, translated by amayo

Tsukimashite wa, sanshoku hirune, pasta tsuki! *R18* | Miyoshi Ayato

Tsumi na Otoko *R18* | cobinrobin

Valentine’s Day | jusc0, translated by Yumekotan

Verdeviento

Waiting for Someone (+FrUK, SpaBel, AmeCan, & SuFin) | iraya

Wakaba

We Came Hither Crying | ishka

Welcome Home, I’m Home | 水玉, translated by Yumekotan

When your voice is heard at night when the star falls | peco

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow | peco

You’re the one who told me to protect them | 保坂

Zodiac Proposals - Aquarius | Harusame

Credit missing? Broken link? Know of a doujin that’s not listed here? Let me know! I want to build up this repository as much as possible so any submissions are much appreciated!

#aph #hws #hetalia #aph spain #hws spain #aph romano #hws romano #aph south italy #aph spamano

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thatsromerica · 3 years

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Honestly, trying to make the Hetalia characters’ names culturally accurate in fanfic while still making them recognizable to a casual reader familiar with the human names Himaruya gave us is stressful as hell. Random ramblings below the cut:

France: I’ve been using the name Francis for him, and honestly I don’t know if I should? It’s not like there aren’t people named Francis in France, but the part of me that took high school French is insisting his name should be François. And maybe it’s more in character for France to call himself François, since he’s very full of himself and according to various wikis has acted like French is a superior language to English in canon (which I can’t remember, but a lot of stuff slips my mind).

The Italy brothers: Vargas is a Spanish surname, not Italian, but I’m not sure of a good alternative (or if it’s even necessary to come up with an alternative, since I haven’t seen this mentioned in the discussions about Romano’s human name). Feliciano is an uncommon name from what I understand, but I think it’s one someone could theoretically give an Italian boy. According to some discussions I’ve had with @lluviadinoche, Lovino is a Spanish name, and only one recorded Italian in history actually had it. For a while, I waffled over the issue over using Lovino or not, and back in September, I decided to start using Lorenzo, which is an actual Italian name and is at least superficially similar enough to Lovino (three syllables, starts with an L) to hopefully not confuse my readers too badly. Today, on my most recent AO3 fic, an Italian reader informed me that Lorenzo is more common in central and northern Italy and didn’t ping them as particularly southern, which sent me into a mini existential crisis. I responded as best as I could, while indicating my reasons for sticking with Lorenzo.

Egypt: He’s not been featured in one of my fics yet, but if he ever is, he is definitely not getting called Gupta, which is an Indian name and according to the Hetalia fandom wiki not even one that can be used in Arabic (his official language), which doesn’t have a “p” sound. If I ever include him in a fic, he might just go by Muhammad Hassan, though of course I’d have to do some research on Egyptian names to make sure that was okay.

OCs and characters Himaruya didn’t give official names (including nyotalia versions of characters): I try my best to at least give the characters a human name that is used in the country they represent and to look into things on behindthename, but it’s possible I will screw up. It’s possible I already have screwed up. And for characters like ancient Rome in a modern AU, I try to give them a name that’s at least somewhat accurate but not completely out of place in a modern setting.

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abandoned-accnt · 3 years

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someone said cumano? 👀 @lluviadinoche

#I think you’re cool so have this ☺️#hetalia #aph romano #aph cuba #hws south italy #hws romano #hws cuba #cumano #hetalia ships #hetalia rarepairs #sketches

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hetaliatxtpostz · 3 years

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Some Headcanons I have about the Italies relationship:

compiled from my half of conversations I've had with @lluviadinoche who (I will reiterate a million times) has THE BEST Italy bros/Rome takes.

They have a tense relationship.

I think that Feliciano's problem is that he's so so self-centric in the way that he thinks he can fix things, and that if he just shows up and tries it will work out and it must be Lovinos fault, then, when it doesn't, bc it isn't his fault.

Feliciano cares about the people he cares about, he cares about what best serves him and his interests, and he has a bad habit of thinking he can make that work for not just him but everyone else, and it will be fine.

But Lovino knows Feli better than anyone, he knows what he's like under the smile. And Feliciano knows that too. No one knows him better: that means Lovino's callouts are normally very accurate.

This just annoys Feli more, tho, bc he doesn't see himself that way. He doesn't see himself as the person Lovino is describing.

And it isn't like they're not trying, but they miss each other on affection:

What Feliciano wants, he really wants, like phsycial contact and spoken confirmation and to for people to do what he says to demonstrate that they like him. Lovino wants respect.

Feliciano showing affection he wants is pushing Lovino's boundaries, in terms of a lot of clinginess and physical contact and it becomes selfish (I think of Lovino as a character who boundaries matter so much to and that's in part bc Feli just absolutely refuses to acknowledge them in favor of what he thinks is better.)

Meanwhile, Lovino's showing affection often goes unheeded-- it's too subtle for Feli-- and Lovino feels ignored and then. More negative feelings.

I think of them as surprising the people that know them with how vicious they are in thier arguments. Just straight for the throat.

They're a lot alike, actually. They think about the world the same way. They approach things in a similar fashion.

They're just missing each other in thier assumptions about the other.

#hetalia #hws romano #hws italy #italy bros #headcanons

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hetaliartpostz · 3 years

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Americano featuring my Alfred and @lluviadinoche Lorenzo

This is such a cute ship.

#americano #hetalia #hws america #hws romano #fanart

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kyokyo866 · 3 years

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For the shipping game Cumano? (Cuba x Romano)

Oh yeaa this ship, I remember it, and Im def on board with it lets gooo

What made you ship it? - @lluviadinoche introduced it to me actually and i was like ‘wowie thats really cool!!’ so thats been a thought on my mind every so often

What are your favorite things about the ship? - well lets see, i mean think about it, both of them love food, both have experience of being stuck under spains thumb, and both of them have their own quirks in their own way, yea romano might be bristley but cuba has both patience and also the tolerance to take no shit which might take romano down a notch for a second like a hissing kitten getting scruffed before just going back to minding its own business.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? - that i actually dont really know much? like i know of it yes, but, ive never EVER had a reason to explore it character wise to really get a feel of it so i WISH i could do something with it cuz really it sounds amazing!

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rosethreeart · 3 years

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Cumano UwU

@lluviadinoche

#aph romano #aph cuba #cumano #idk but I feel like I spelled the ship wrong fjendkw

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spamano-secretvalentine · 5 years

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Snake Charmer {gift}

To: @offshootavadonia / @avadonians

From: lluviadinoche / askitaliaromano

NOTE: You asked for an AU so I give to you a quality Pottertalia oneshot with to dumb gay teen wizards. (also, if you are not familiar with my work, I use the name Lorenzo not Lovino). I hope that you like this :)

Word Count: 2,863

Warning: Profanity

“Son of a biTCH! MY SHIRT!”

He was frozen in that moment, staring straight ahead at the man screaming at him in Italian and looking red enough to compete with the Spanish flag painted on Antonio’s face.

“How the fuck do you manage to spill your fucking face paint all over my shirt? Are you bat shit fucking blind?”

Well fuck. Antonio didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t speak English and he was barely grasping a damn word that this man was saying. He spoke Spanish, German, French, he knew Latin and Italian. But not English. And frankly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak to this man yelling at him.

“Are you gonna say something?” Francis asked from next to him, “He screamed in Italian so I think it’s safe to say he probably speaks it.”

“No se. I don’t really want to try and talk him. He looks like he’s going to rip my dick off if I speak.”

“Eugh, you’re French,” the man scrunched his nose upon hearing the two speaking to each other.

Francis clearly took offense, gasping dramatically and shouting at Antonio to hit him. But Antonio pushed Francis back and tilted his head, laughing hysterically. He wheezed and eventually let go of Francis, simply howling in amusement.

“Dios mio! You’re such a dumbass!” he snickered, watching the man’s face twist in confusion at the sudden switch to Italian.

“You speak Italian?”

“No no,” Antonio shook his head, “I’m just speaking in Italian to you to let you know that I clearly don’t speak Italian.”

The man’s lip quivered a bit before he burst into laughter, snorting in the middle of his amusement.

Antonio shook his head, “You have a fucking filthy mouth, you know? And apparently a terrible prejudice against the French. You’re more of a dumbass than anything, you know. This is the Spanish flag on my face, shortie.”

“I dunno. Maybe you just like the team.” the man said with a shrug, “And call me a dumbass one more time and I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kick my ass? Chiquito, you can barely reach my neck,” Antonio chuckled, clicking his tongue.

The man gasped the most dramatic gasp Antonio had ever heard in his life. Hell, this man was even clutching his chest dramatically despite the horrid red stain that was smeared all over the once green shirt. Eyes shot wide open, he went silent and Antonio waited, expecting a terrible insult from him that he could shoot back at.

But instead, the guy burst out laughing and collapsed back into his seat. He was snorting in between his laughter. It was absolutely horrid. Yet, Antonio listened in awe and watched this man who had been yelling at him seconds before laughing hysterically as if they were joking like a pair of friends.

“I’m sorry. I know we were having a bitch fit there, but that was the gayest gasp I have ever let out and I felt like I was acting in a soap opera for a moment.” he snorted again, laughing at his own ridiculous laugh, “Why do I even care that you fucked up my shirt? I can easily clean it or just get a new one.”

Antonio raised his brow, a half smile on his face. He didn’t notice Francis trying to talk to him since he was far too invested in the guy in front of him with an ugly laugh and the cutest wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he smiled.

“If you’re not planning on yelling at me again, I might as well introduce myself. Antonio Fernandez.”

“Vargas. Lorenzo Vargas.”

Antonio’s mouth went into a small ‘o’ as he reached out to shake his hand. Lorenzo looked at him knowingly and grinned proudly. Perhaps he should have picked up that this was a Vargas. He was the spitting image of his grandfather and he didn’t shy away from appearing in the news.

“A pleasure to meet you, Vargas. Now, what was this about that being the gayest gasp that you ever let out? Is the prized Vargas son attracted to men?” he asked.

Lorenzo gasped and pulled his hand away, folding his arms over his chest, “Are you flirting with me? Weren’t you just calling me a dumbass a few moments ago?” He had a point. Antonio had been rather irritated. Yet, the banter kinda attracted him. It was refreshing and it filled him with a sense of glee. Not to mention the way that he laughed was absolutely adorable in his eyes despite it being so absolutely horrendous. He might as well have listened to the recording of a dying cat because that was what his laughter reminded him of.

“Maybe, but I’m also a very sad gay man and I am also very very poor.” he laughed as he said the last part, watching Lorenzo’s eyes light up with amusement for a moment before he pushed Antonio’s shoulder gently. There was a delicate smile that grew on his face, it spread crookedly, but Antonio was a very helpless man and he practically melted.

“A gold digger, huh? How attractive. I’m just falling at your feet.” Lorenzo rolled his eyes, slouching forward.

Antonio shoved his hands in his pockets, “Who knows? Maybe you actually are attracted to me. Though the question is whether or not I am willing to date someone who goes to Hogwarts. Especially a Slytherin.”

Lorenzo gasped again, a hand flying over his chest, “How dare you! I am a proud Slytherin and I will defend Hogwarts til my dying breath! Tch, you act so high and mighty. I bet you go to Beauxbatons.”

From behind the bickering pair, Francis’ eyes widened and he huffed angrily, looking ready to strangle the both of them. But Antonio did not see, he was far too invested in the Vargas gem who truly was much more wonderful than he allowed himself to be viewed. A bit of a jackass really, but actually kind of funny and very interesting to challenge.

“What’s wrong with Beauxbatons?” he asked with a tilt of the head. His hair fell in his face and his eyes stared at Lorenzo who stared back with the same passion.

That snake, the way he looked at Antonio like some sort of pet. He shrugged gently and stepped forward, inches away from being pressed against his chest, “What isn’t wrong with being from Beauxbatons? It’s French.”

“Antonio, I am going to murder the little demon. Stop flirting and crush him! He’s tarnishing my honor!”

“What have you got against the French?” Antonio asked.

“What haven’t I got against the French? I’m fucking Italian.”

Antonio snorted.

Neither of them (nor Francis) seemed to notice the people staring at them from all around. This was rather concerning considering they were at the Quidditch World Cup and they should have been watching the game. But no. Instead, Antonio was ready to ask the man whom he had been arguing with out on a date and Francis looked ready to pounce (or cry) from the “dishonor” inflicted by a man who didn’t even look like he was 5’6 and sounded like the biggest twink Antonio had ever met.

Though to be fair, Antonio was pretty gay and this was a situation where he was allowing himself to fall victim to The Homosexuality™.

“Well,” Lorenzo said, putting his hands on his hips, “Unless being a Hogwarts student who is a Slytherin is too horrifying and terrible for you, I’ll be here until Monday.”

Antonio grinned, “Is that a date offer?”

“If you want it to be, sure.”

“Antonio, do not run off with the enemy!”

He was not listening to Francis. A shot with someone like Lorenzo Vargas? Antonio was taking that shot. It had nothing to do with his wealth or status, that was just a side thing that he found funny. Truth be told, Antonio was rather interested in the stupid arguments that they could get into. If all it took to calm him down from a messy shirt was laughing at his own reactions, Antonio wanted to be around him more to see what other things got that sort of reaction out of him.

“You don’t mind lowering yourself to someone from Beauxbatons?”

Lorenzo shrugged, “I think I’ll manage.”

Francis was practically screaming from behind Antonio while the people around them slowly began to lose interest and went back to the game that they had come to watch. But these two wizards kept their gaze on each other. With soft smiles on their face and this playful look in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to tell that they really liked each other (much to Francis’ dismay).

Even if whatever this moment was didn’t last, Antonio wanted to spend his time getting to know Lorenzo properly. He was funny and cute and Antonio was a weak man for that ability to go from angry to laughing in a few seconds. He knew that he wanted to get to know him; he could tolerate one Slytherin.

“Can you tolerate a Hogwarts Slytherin?” Lorenzo asked, plopping himself back in his seat.

“I think I can tolerate one,” he replied.

“I’m conflicted between supporting this romantic endeavor or murdering you in cold blood for wooing the man who spat on my culture and living.”

“Does he realize I can understand him?”

“Nope.”

Lorenzo shrugged and went back to talking to Antonio.

The two clicked in this way that sparked this light in their lives. Antonio didn’t know if it was the joking rivalry, the way Lorenzo later stained his shirt as revenge for the ruined one he was wearing, the ability to poke fun at each other, the subtle flirting in between their convo, or the fact they missed the entire game because all that they could do was talk to each other because they were the most fascinating part of the night in each other’s eyes.

They didn’t even know who won.

What Antonio did know is his tiny teenage stomach did flips with every light touch that Lorenzo gave him and that awkward laugh that was too loud and too animated. Even if this fling was temporary and he and Lorenzo went on to simply be friends, he didn’t mind so long as he got a chance at all.

Neither of them noticed when the game had ended and Francis draped himself dramatically over the seat next to them, waiting for them to quit flirting and notice that it was time to go. Where were parents when you needed them to interrupt this shit?

“We’ve been talking a long time, but you never did tell me why the Vargas family ended up in the UK.” Antonio said as their night drew to a close.

Lorenzo sighed, “Well, Italy isn’t exactly the best place for magical people with the Catholic Church and all. And yeah, most people don’t really believe in it or attack us anymore, but enough do that my grandfather took us away and it was right about when I was old enough to go to school. When Romeo got hurt, we ran out as fast as we could.”

Antonio fell silent.

He forgot about things like that.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching and putting his hand on Lorenzo’s arm. Lorenzo looked up at him with the softest, most genuine smile he had seen that night, and sighed.

“It’s alright. You don’t usually think about these things and I don’t talk about them.” He brushed it off so quickly and as if he didn’t care.

“You must miss Italy though.”

Lorenzo’s breath hitched and he clutched his arm, holding on tight as he looked away, “….Terribly.”

There was a heartbreak Antonio (and even Francis) had never seen in his eyes. It was as if his entire world was plucked away and he was left attempting to stand bold while he crumbled apart. It was odd how that worked; the way a person could go from laughing to crumbling and shattering in the matter of a few seconds. But, it was that change that convinced Antonio he truly wanted to be a part of Lorenzo’s life. Yeah, he had little to nothing to offer; the fact was that he was poor. Yet, Antonio wanted to give him the world and life and laughter.

“One day, I’ll take you there.”

The moment he said it, his face went red, realizing how stupid he sounded. Lorenzo came from the Vargas bloodline! They could go back whenever they wished, they didn’t need empty promises from some teenager with no money to his name.

And yet, Lorenzo looked up at him with big eyes, as if he had offered him more money than a king could offer.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

Lorenzo kept staring at him, his face burning up and the awkward teenager in him pouring out onto the floor, “You’re so fucking gay.”

Antonio laughed and shook his head gently, “Yeah. But I’m going to be honest with you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Even my date for tomorrow night?”

“Especially your date for tomorrow night.”

After giving each other their info and agreeing on where to meet the next night, the two sat there and just stared at each other. They didn’t need to say anything to feel like they were having the most intimate conversation. It drove the reminder that they were teenagers who went to schools far apart with little chance of maintaining a stable relationship, but for that moment, just the fleeting second, the world was theirs and none of that mattered.

It didn’t last long. Soon the crowned Vargas himself walked in. He was as big and bold as Antonio imagined. He radiated power and it was funny to see him so bold and strong next to Lorenzo who was not exactly weak or fragile, but definitely much smaller.

“Lorenzo, there you are! Come, we’ve been looking for you so we could leave.”

“In a minute, old man. I’m having a moment.” he said.

Antonio’s eyes widened even more. He expected yelling or anger, but Romulus simply rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Cute, but we have to leave, boy! Come on. You can flirt with the guy tomorrow.”

Lorenzo groaned and threw his head back, “Ugh! Let me be gay!”

“No.”

He gasped dramatically staring at his grandfather with the fakest pair of puppy eyes he or Francis had ever seen—which was really fake considering Antonio was king of the puppy eyes game, “I always knew you didn’t support my pursuit of men!”

“Boy, I am just as gay as you are, don’t start.” his grandfather shot back with a chuckle.

Antonio was stunned. He hadn’t known that about the Vargas family. No wonder he was the prized grandson; he truly was the image of his grandfather (albeit not as muscular).

Lorenzo laughed a little and shook his head. He looked to Antonio and shrugged. It wasn’t like he really had a choice. Antonio understood that and he understood that he respected his grandfather’s words.

“Tomorrow night?” he asked, grabbing his hand as he stood up to leave.

Lorenzo looked back at him with large eyes and a slightly opened mouth. It curved into a big, dorky, goofy grin and he nodded, “Tomorrow night. Don’t leave me hanging or I’ll have to hate Beauxbatons forever.”

“Aw,” Antonio smacked his leg with a faux look of disappointment, “Now I have to go.”

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, that smile still on his face despite his deepest attempts to bury it from sight. he waved him goodbye and ran off with his grandfather who appeared to be cheering him on. Antonio watched them laugh and push each other as they left, Lorenzo chasing his grandfather after he said something that Antonio assumed was embarrassing from the way he put his hand to his heart.

As he watched them leave, he felt like a large spell finally released him. He was no longer in this moment of sublime where the sky was filled with reds and oranges and the simple words that were spoken shook him to the core. Now it was reality where the sky was dark, people were leaving, and all there was to prove that Lorenzo had ever existed and had not been a figment of his imagination was the ink on his arm.

“So,” Francis stepped in sitting next to him, “You’re flirting with the enemy.”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

The two friends walked out and Antonio thought about the warm feeling in his stomach that spreading to every other part of him. For once, he wasn’t a poor kid nor was he someone with no opportunity to find someone to love. He was Antonio and he was flirting and he was content.

A million little thoughts of what could happen and the things that could develop swarmed through his mind. He took one last look behind them to Lorenzo who was still chasing his grandfather and smiled. Yes, he liked this guy and he couldn’t wait for their date.

“Wait, who won the game-?”

#spamano secret valentines #spamano #aph spain #aph romano #APH #hetalia #submission #spamanovalentinesday2019 #offshootavadonia #lluviadinoche

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