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spamano-secretvalentine · 7 years

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Here’s my gift for @schnano! Sorry if the ending is a little rushed, I ran out of time. I hope you like it!!!

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Lovino stared up at the tangled wall of vines, roses, and thorns. It reached up higher than a house and blocked the sun out of sight. No one could give him a solid answer as to what was on the other side. Some said there were piles upon piles of treasure. Some said a castle laid behind the roses, long since abandoned. Some said there was nothing; that the roses extended for miles upon miles. Only one thing was constant: only those who were worthy could make it through.

Many people had tried to prove their worthiness this way, but no one had ever made it to the other side and come back; the bones and scraps of clothing littered amongst the roses told him that much. Lovino swallowed thickly.

As he raised his sword and began to hack through the roses, he thought back to what had led him here. The eldest son of a noble family, he was soon nearing the age where he was expected to marry some other aristocrat and make something of himself. So far, no dice. He wasn’t really the princely type; he swore and had a sharp demeanor. Any young princess sent to his family’s home left with a less than savory impression of him, which was then imparted to her family, and then there went the chances of Lovino marrying into that duke’s family.

Day and night, he had to hear about how he should take more etiquette lessons, or learn how to fence better, or for god’s sake, just smile. They were always telling him he should be more charming, like his younger brother, or more adventurous like the Beilschmidt boys. Well, they wanted him to be more adventurous.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he was actually making it through the thorns until he found himself stumbling out to the other side. He whirled around in surprise and stared as the vines curled back into shape behind him. It was… almost like they’d opened just for him.

Shoving that odd thought to the back of his mind, he turned around again and surveyed his surroundings. He’d come out into what must’ve been a courtyard at some point, or maybe a garden. Whatever it was, it was almost entirely overgrown now; weeds were running rampant, and the small pond was full of algae. It was clear this place had not been seen by a gardener in a very long time. Lovino cautiously stepped forward. It was dead silent, and his footsteps echoed loudly. He peered around as he walked through the courtyard to the tall doors at the end; it seems they were right about this being an old castle.

The loud creak of the front door broke the relative silence. Lovino poked his head in and peered around. “Hello?” His voice echoed against the stone walls. Silence. He cautiously walked inside and began to search the hall.

He didn’t come across anyone until he almost tripped over a servant at the base of the stairs. He gasped and jumped back from the body, staring down at it in utter horror until a soft noise reached his ears. Almost like… snoring?

Lovino crouched down and sure enough, there the sound was: breath travelling through a slightly clogged nose. This person was alive.

He gently nudged them in the shoulder. Then a little harder. Nothing. They might be alive, but Jesus, they were sleeping hard.

Thoroughly freaked out, Lovino began creeping up the stairs again. He poked his head into the first door he found and came across a similar scene; strewn about the room were people, crumbled down where they had been standing, sound asleep. No amount of shoving and kicking and yelling could wake them.

By what felt like the millionth room of sleeping people, Lovino was beginning to feel exasperated. Where was the treasure he was promised? Where was the adventure? Hell, he was in a castle for fuck’s sake, where was a princess for him to rescue?

He scowled as he stomped up a steep set of stairs. If his luck continued, it was another dead end filled with sleeping commonfolk. When he finally reached the door, though, his heart sped up. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel like something special was on the other side.

He slowly pushed the door open, his heart threatening to burst from his chest. The room was small and mostly empty. All that was in it was an out of place spinning wheel and a bed holding the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Lovino didn’t know what had come over him as he walked to that bed. He felt drawn to the sleeping man, to his curly chocolate hair spilled across the pillow, to his soft lips parted in sleep. Those lips… It wouldn’t be weird if he kissed them, right…? No one was there to see it.

The moment his lips touched the sleeping man’s, a soft breath interrupted the gentle sounds of sleep. Panicked, Lovino jerked away to find a pair of bright green eyes staring at him.

“Erm… Hello?” The now conscious man smiled a bit and sat up, looking confused. “Who are you…?”

Lovino suddenly forgot his name. And how to talk. And how to do anything except gape like a fish at the absolutely stunning person in front of him.

The previously sleeping beauty looked around before finally landing his gaze on the spinning wheel with a gasp. “The curse! You’re my soulmate!”

That knocked him out of it. “Excuse me, what?” Lovino asked.

“The curse!” Seeing Lovino wasn’t catching on, he quickly explained. “When I was a baby, a fairy cursed me, saying I’d prick my finger on a needle and sleep until my soulmate woke me. And here you are! What’s your name?”

“Um. Lord Lovino.” Everything was moving too fast for Lovino to come up with any educated response.

“I’m Prince Antonio.” Antonio smiled and stood, grabbing him in a hug. “Let’s get married.”

Well. That certainly wasn’t what he expected to get for proving his worth, but… damn, Antonio had nice arms.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

#schnano #spamano secret valentine #spamano #2017 #submission

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yumegen746 · 5 years

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INKTOBER9

"Try that shit with me and I clip your wings." Lovino snarled at the approaching lizard.

From Scaly by RonniRotten/Schnano

If anyone is asking where INKTOBER8 is, let’s say I don’t know how to draw instruments and is in need of repair, soo uhhh... I might post it in the weekend XD.

Anyways, IEEEEEEE!!! Can I express how much I love draing smol dragon Antonio? Ghad, though I would mess up, guess not HAHAHA XD. Other than that, I think this is an okay drawing for me. Slightly slanted than I expected but ehhh who gives a hell I bet none of you actually reads my rants XD

But yea, what is shocking in creatig this piece however is that RonniRotten, other than they’ve moved on, has actually orphaned this fic. Which is sad because, I love this fic. I love their works and seeing it orphaned, seeing a work get disowned is like seeing your baby get disowned by ther parent. It’s sad, but I respect their decision, if that’s what make them happy. Other than that, Where can I find more supernatural fics? Can you suggest anything?

#hws spamano #hws romano #hws spain #hws #hetalia #spamano #Lovino Vargas #Antonio Fernandez Carriedo #yumetriestoart

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ao3feed-spamano · 6 years

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Scandalous

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2CBjG9U

by schnano

Bootywing, the city's bootyful hero goes out on patrol while his lover and crime-fighting partner, Talon (Cheeks) stays at the base and monitors him via computer. But when a magically striking villain curses him, what will Talon do to save him from his own body? Read to find out! (this is shameless spamano smut)

Words: 4152, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Spain (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia)

Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia)

Additional Tags: bootywing au, that's right bootywing, not nightwing, Because of Reasons

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2CBjG9U

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hetalia #spamano #aph spain #aph romano #fanfiction

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d-joana-a-shippadora · 6 years

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Hello, everyone!

At this day, I want to tell: thank you so much. You made my year!

I don’t even know what to say. You are such lovely people. You have given me inspiration and support; you don’t know how happy you made me. You deserve all the happiness in the universe.

So, again, thank you so much.

This type of post is called “Follower Forever” where I tag every follower I have.

To my Tuga Squad: vocês são um espectáculo! Criativos e talentosos! Best people!

@bzrava @tomatomagicalgirl @thetntpooper @the-weird-olive @scandiberia @cherry-armor @pantsu4senpai @gerardonmyway @klancifyher @fukurodamn @marinekoshan @norwegian-spirit @lil-cinnamon-roll @andreiasmf @wonderoftheteapartygirl @pseudol @anna-kathy @official-portugal @alguemquegostadeyaoi (e o Nuel e a Cata! (/owo)/ )

To my virtual moms (also, very good writers!): adoro-vos!

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To my drama buddy: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Let’s have the booty.

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To my rare ships buddy: LET’S SHIP MORE!

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#JoanaShippadora #I DIED DOING THIS #THIS WAS A LOT #Anyway thank you so much!#If I got something wrong please tell me #Also I don't know why some of the tags didn't work...#I'm sorry about that

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midnightziege · 7 years

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I’m fukcing crying thank you so much for requesting this

#aph #hetalia #aph netherlands #midnightsanswers #midnightsart #schnano #THE 3 MOUTH IS KILLING ME #I NEVER WOULD'VE THOUGHT OF THIS GEM #THANK YOU

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salytierra · 7 years

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Would you mind if I ask your opinion on what Spain and Ireland's relationship (not necessarily romantic) would look like? I'd rather not base any judgement solely on Ireland's history…I'm sorry if I'm bothering you.

Hi!! Sorry for being so late, buddy :’D

Well, even though I think they would make a cute couple I don’t actively ship them because... well because it would be too easy, and therefore - kinda boring.

You know I like to take already complicated relationships and throw gasoline (the gasoline being romance) into the fire.

I think, since they used to have that easy “the enemy of my enemy is my best friend, also look at how cool and catholic we are! :D” relationship and really helped each other out during the modern period, they probably forged a complicit bond, the kind that doesn’t just go away so easily.

Then I guess it’s a matter of how would you interpret the relationships and personalities of hetalia characters in general.

Whether they base themselves more on current political and economical relations, or if their past weights a lot on their friendships and interests.

In my personal interpretation, they’ve fallen out quite a lot. Their interests changed and their orientations in life too. The last century spent almost entirely separated didn’t help either (but that can be said for Spain about every one of his relations, safe Portugal, in part.)

But they are still good friends and Toni trusts Ireland with his secrets and feelings more than anyone else. They still hang out from time to time and it’s like time hasn’t passed.

Like those friends that you talk to maybe once a year, but when you are finally together it’s not awkward, but easy and fun.

Then again, that’s my personal headcanon at the moment, but I need more research and unlike others that I’ve got, that one’s not set in stone.

#sorry I'm not much help #basically to answer your question quickly: it's good and comfortable #aph spain #aph ireland #aph headcanons #aph #schnano #answers

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ask-beastverse-romerica · 6 years

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I’m so happy I found this one blog–romerica is such a good ship and the beastverse concept is so cool! Okay so question–right…uh, What are your thoughts on the Twilight series?

Lovino: “oKAY FIRST OF ALL, I DON’T FUCKING SPARKLE-”

Alfred, holding Lovino back: “Well, to be honest, the book series was actually really good. Even though a lot of it was inaccurate on how us creatures actually work, the books were a nice creative take on it, and were enjoyable to read. However… The movies were absolute shit. They were not casted well at all. While the actors for Bella and Edward are usually good actors, they were absolutely terrible for this particular role. Now, some of them, like Carlisle were well casted, but even Rosalie wasn’t good for her part. And sadly, people watch movies more than read books. Even though the movies do shit like COMPLETELY FUCKING UP WHAT BELLA’S KID LOOKS LIKE-”

Lovino, now calm: The movies made a lot of people look down on our culture. If it was still like the old days before the Purge, when everyone knew we were real, then we’d probably be made fun of because of the movies.

Alfred: Yeah, exactly. It’s really unfortunate that there is such a stigma around our kind. We’re really not portrayed well at all. I’m so tired of people asking me why I don’t rip up my clothes every day.

So while the books were made with heart that we can enjoy…. The movies… They cause a lot of trouble for us.

And we’re glad that you like our blog! We’re working really hard on it! ✌✌✌

[ both Admins ]

#ask #schnano #romerica #twilight

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korodere · 7 years

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I see that ugly post is bothering you too. Don't let it get to you too much because people can be idiots.

oh it’s not bothering me in fact i was laughing at it mostly lmao. its a bait post i wouldnt let bait bother me too much. what bothered me was people agreeing with it, honestly

#kota.txt #thank u tho <3 #schnano #asks

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writingandchocolatemilk · 6 years

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Tar and Feathers

Bakery AU with pining.

This is the @spamanosecretsanta for @schnano ! <3

I ended up writing a "Stranger Than Fiction" AU! Basically I just subbed in Antonio and Lovino for the main character and baker, and let things play out.

On AO3. On FFn.

"What sort of government bullshit—" Lovino threw the cupcake tin into the oven and slammed the door shut. "Allows you to fucking waltz in here and demand shit?"

Antonio gripped the briefcase tightly in his hand. "I'm auditing you."

Lovino laughed, using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat; his fingers were covered in flour. "Oh, okay, so you're a fucking IRS agent."

The patrons let out a hiss.

"Yes, Mr. Vargas," Antonio said over the noise. "You didn't pay all your taxes."

"I didn't pay." Lovino grabbed a frozen lump of dough out of his freezer. He tossed it down on a floured surface and grabbed a rolling pin. "All of my fucking taxes. That's funny, I sure as hell remember writing the fucking check."

Antonio nodded. "You only paid around half the—"

"Are you sure you counted right?" Lovino raised an eyebrow. The dough was flat underneath him, and he turned back around to his kitchen.

"Well, they were reasonably sure enough to pay to send me out here. So, we're pretty sure." Antonio gestured around him. "Is there an office where we can—"

"Get out of here, taxman!" someone yelled from behind Antonio.

The storefront rotated customers in and out. There were tables and chairs scattered around, warm yellow paint on the walls, couches shoved near the far window. Free Wifi.

Lovino crossed his arms, a lemon in one hand, and looked at Antonio. "I don't want to pay the rest of those taxes. So you can fuck off."

Antonio resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The smile dug into the sides of his cheeks. "You're stealing from the government. You're going to get arrested if you don't allow me to audit you."

"Arrested." Lovino scoffed, head lolling with the action, snapping back up to look at Antonio. "Why didn't that sick fuck state representative get arrested, hm? Who paid for his lawyers to defend him? What about the poor fucks whose heads got blown off by accident via drone?"

Antonio blinked. "You run a bakery—"

"And I pay taxes towards shit I don't agree with." Lovino turned back towards his cookies. "Use the taxes I did give you to build a playground. Use it to fix that pothole over on Main Street."

"Look, I'm not exactly pleased to have to look over three years of your receipts to make sure you didn't steal anything else." Antonio removed his nails from the leather of his suitcase handle. "So let's make this as painless as possible, alright?"

Lovino didn't even bother replying.

…

Gilbert lounged on Antonio's couch, flipping through legal documents. "Sounds like an asshole."

Antonio ran his hands through his hair. He hit the couch and turned back around, hit the wall and spun on his heel, back and forth, back and forth. "You have no idea. And the mouth on him."

Gilbert flipped a page leisurely. "Could be worse. Could be some hippy in the woods."

Antonio threw his hands in the air. "He's a hippy in a bakery!" He lowered his arms and took a deep breath. "You should have seen the bakery; pots and pans everywhere. I can't even begin to imagine what his backroom looks like."

"Well, we all can't have a me cleaning up after them." Gilbert glanced up. "How were the cookies?"

"I didn't try one." Antonio collapsed on the couch.

Gilbert's eyes snapped back to focus on him. "You're auditing a baker and you didn't even try his cookies?"

Antonio sprang out of the couch. "I would have if I thought he wasn't going to poison me!" Antonio stopped in front of the wall. "Besides, I think that's not allowed. Right? It could be considered bribery."

Gilbert scratched something down on his legal pad. "Only if you didn't pay for it. And you were actually bribed into doing something."

The wall was faded where there had once hung a painting. Antonio considered. "Do you think I'm bribe-able?"

"I think you're an idiot."

…

Antonio glanced up for what must have been the thirtieth time. "Most of these receipts are from three and a half years ago. I'm just looking for three years or—"

"Shut up, taxman." Lovino didn't glance up from his kneading. "Finish that box first."

Antonio sighed and reached into the box beside him, pulling out a fistful of receipts. He pieced through them, carefully trying to create a timeline, figure out expenses, debits, credits.

Lovino's head lifted at the front door opening. "Welcome, you fuck." He moved around the table, rubbing his hands on his apron. "I thought you'd drowned."

Lovino chatted amicably with what appeared to be a homeless man. Antonio rested his chin in one hand, watching the exchange, a finger tapping the 'clear' button on his calculator. After a few minutes, Lovino went behind the counter and made a little box of cookies and pastries for the man.

Focus.

Antonio's eyes snapped back to his work. He fished out a bill and read it over; the mortgage on the bakery. Well, Lovino paid that on time, apparently.

Fire in the kitchen.

Antonio's eyes snapped up, only to see Lovino making crème brûlée. He leaned almost casually against the counter, using only one hand to melt the sugar. A timer dinged behind him, but he didn't seem too concerned.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Lovino glanced up.

"I am," Antonio said loudly. "I thought the kitchen was on fire."

"Do I really seem like the type of idiot who would let his kitchen catch on fire?" Lovino flipped the flame off. He grabbed one of the small, white dishes and brought it over to Antonio. "Do you want to try one?"

Antonio held up his hands and scooted his chair away. "Ah, actually, that's considered bribing."

Lovino took a step back. "Oh." His eyes darted away from Antonio. "Fine. Sorry for bribing you. God knows I wouldn't want the IRS investigating me—oh wait! They already fucking are."

He turned and stormed back into the kitchen, throwing the dessert in the sink. Antonio heard the dish shatter.

…

Antonio sipped on his wine, watching Gilbert work absently. A tome sat open on the couch next to him, and Gilbert was studying it intently.

Antonio blinked. "What did you say?"

"I asked what you were thinking about." Gilbert didn't look up from his book.

"The baker. He tried to give me crème brûlée today."

Gilbert turned his attention to Antonio. "And you didn't accept, right?"

"No."

Gilbert grunted. "Good."

…

"Fucking here." Lovino stomped up the stairs, turned, and bowed. "The whole lot of it. Every bill that's ever touched my fingers. Figure it out, taxman."

Antonio thought the first box was bad. There were stacks of milkcrates, filled with bills, receipts, statements. Antonio scratched the back of his neck, looking around. Lovino was already descending the stairs.

"Wait." Antonio looked around him again. "Wait, what's the system here?"

Lovino didn't stop. "Figure it out."

…

"Lovino—"

"Do you see me baking? Do you see me doing my fucking job? Why don't you do yours?"

…

Antonio's eyes burned. His fingers were riddled with papercuts. Numbers kept jumping into his head—had he fucked up last year's refinancing?

Antonio rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs. He was surprised to see it was so dark out. Had he really spent twelve hours in Lovino's attic? The store was closed, all the chairs on the tables. Lights dim.

"Rough day?"

Antonio started and whipped around to face the kitchen.

Lovino smirked, waved a spatula. "Boo."

Antonio sighed. "I thought I was going to be locked in here."

"Locked in here? What, like I forgot about you?" Lovino used the spatula to remove some cookies from a pan. "How are the taxes going?" He placed the cookies on a plate.

"Okay. All the numbers are working out, so that's good. Good for you, for me. Hopefully I can be out of your hair in a week or two."

Lovino hummed. "You must be hungry. You've been up there all day." He opened the fridge and grabbed a glass of milk.

"I was just going—"

"Do you want a cookie?" Lovino walked around from behind the counter, holding the plate of cookies and the milk.

"Lovino, I really can't—"

Lovino heaved a sigh. "Oh my God, you're the worst, did you know that? I'm not going to tell, and you just told me all the numbers are fine, so what am I even bribing you for? Hm?" Lovino nodded with his head. "Sit."

Antonio turned around. There was one table with its chairs still down. Antonio glanced over his shoulder and slowly sat.

Lovino put the cookies and milk on the table. "Eat."

"Mr. Vargas—"

"And we're back to last names, are we?" Lovino rolled his eyes. "Look, you've had a shitty day, right? You've been up there all day, counting shit that I'm too lazy to count. You're tired, and I was a grouch."

Steam rose from the cookies.

Lovino leaned closer, putting his hands on the table. "Eat a fucking cookie."

Gilbert didn't need to know about one cookie.

Antonio dipped a cookie in milk and took a bite. His eyes fluttered shut. "That's… a good cookie."

Lovino sat down across from him. "I put cinnamon in it and a bit of extra salt. Eat another one, they'll make you feel better."

Antonio did so. "God, where did you learn to bake like this?"

Lovino shrugged one shoulder. "My grandfather."

"He was a baker, too?"

Lovino let out a short laugh. "Fuck, no. He… He worked for the military. He was this decorated war hero, you know how it is." Lovino hoisted one leg up onto the chair and rested his chin on his knee. "When he'd visit from overseas, he'd bake with me and my brother."

Antonio tilted his head. "You have a brother?"

"Feliciano; he's a shit. My grandpa liked him better, but he tried." Lovino rubbed his cheek into his knee. "He wanted me to go into the military, too. He used to talk about it all the time. 'Just wait until you see the bases they have, Lovino.'"

"But you're a baker."

Lovino's eyes flicked to Antonio. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Soon as I graduated high school, I applied for the loan for my first place."

Antonio scooted closer. "Why didn't you join?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to. I didn't think I can kill another person. I don't. And… I don't know." Lovino picked up his own cookie and took a bite. "I was an angry kid. The only time I felt happy when was I baked. I didn't think I needed to kill someone else to… I don't know."

Antonio offered his milk. Lovino took a sip.

"Mm, but what about you?" Lovino said.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't exactly strike me as the taxman."

Antonio laughed. "I wasn't. I was a stock broker."

Lovino sat up straight. "You're fucking with me."

Antonio held his hands up, grinning. "It's true. I was good, too, I think."

Lovino scoffed; it almost sounded like a laugh. "Are you serious? What happened?"

"Eh." Antonio scratched the back of his neck. "I fucked up. I wasn't so much a stock broker as a consultant. I used to tip off some people about how the companies I was helping—how they looked."

"No shit."

"The only reason I'm not in jail is that my friend is a lawyer. A really good lawyer. He managed to make a deal. I don't really get the deal, but the IRS took me. It's… confusing." Antonio waved his hand. "But now I'm here."

Lovino smiled. "Interesting."

…

Gilbert slammed his book shut. "Because you can't, Antonio!"

Antonio let out a frustrated groan. "Why not?! His books check out! Nothing beside these most recent—"

"Because Antonio, you fucked up! Do you even know how lucky you are not to be in fucking jail right now? Do you think the government gives a shit about the baker's god damn books? They need to think you're not a fucking criminal!"

"I'm not," Antonio spat. "So I can't date him because they think—what? I'm lying about counting his receipts?"

Gilbert stood and marched in front of Antonio, their noses nearly touching. "Yes, you fuckhead!"

"And if I do?" Antonio hissed.

"Then you'll go to fucking jail for the rest of your life." Gilbert gritted his teeth. "And you'll be an even bigger idiot than the rest of the world already thinks you are."

…

Antonio's eyes snapped open. It couldn't be any later than three in the morning.

All he could taste was cinnamon.

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