Fireworks= no sex for Spain, Spamano
anonymous
May 11 2010, 07:31:09 UTC
http://www.lifeinitaly.com/node/15469 So anon was trying to do some research for a fill she was writing, when she stumbled across this passage in an article: “Preventive action by police against illegal fireworks will continue until the end of the year, when the traditional New Year's fireworks mayhem regularly results in burns and mutilations. Naples is usually the worst-hit city, recording the highest number of injuries. Women in Naples got so fed up with their menfolk last year that they launched a 'no sex if you let off fireworks' drive. The operation had some success as the number of injuries dropped by about 100 to 382.”
The drive and success rate amused anon greatly so anon would like to see Spain trying to set off some fireworks at Romano’s place and Romano using this tactic against him because he knows what an idiot Spain is and the thought of seeing Spain hurt himself terrifies him.Bonus: Spain displays an unusual moment of perceptiveness and figures
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Another Success Story (1/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 02:55:03 UTC
I really hope this is what you wanted!!! Geez, I seem to be on a Spamano kick. They're just really fun, I guess.Quick note - In Italy, New Year celebrations include throwing old things out the window, dancing, watching fireworks, and watching the first sunrise of the year. And, they wear red underwear. In Spain, at the stroke of midnight, they eat twelve grapes, for luck. At least, I think this is correct.
Those below the third-story window probably thought that the inhabitants of the apartment were starting celebrations early. That is, until they saw the box that was dropped unceremoniously on their heads was full of illegal fireworks. After which they thanked their lucky stars and grabbed it to take home for use in… about an hour, actually. It was eleven at night on New Years’ Eve.
Thank fully, most of the lucky fireworks-confiscators did not stick around to hear what was filtering through that open window.
“- and I said to throw it out, bastardo! So don’t give me that fucking puppy-dog look and throw the rest of that shit away
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Another Success Story (2/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 02:58:00 UTC
“Fine…” he mumbled dejectedly, picking up the crate and heading toward the door. He turned to look over his shoulder. Romano was standing rigidly by the window, a hard glare still in his gaze. Antonio opened the door, and looked around again. No change. He turned back and shuffled down the hallway, lugging the crate down the stairs and outside to the dumpster in the alley.
As he regretfully set down his prize, he felt a tug at his sleeve. Carlotta, one of the children who lived down the hall from their apartment, was staring up at him with a gap-toothed smile, her curly brown hair bouncing around her face.
“Are those for tonight?” she asked excitedly. “It was really really fun last year, especially those red and blue and green ones that went whizz! And the big orange ones, too, and the sparklers
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Another Success Story (3/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 03:06:59 UTC
“Er… Lovi? They’re gone.”
Romano turned to face Antonio, scowl seeming to soften and harden at the same time. “Good. Those things are dangerous.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I forgot about what happened last year.”
Romano looked surprised at the admission. “W-what happened last year?” he tried to ask, trying to pretend to be oblivious, but Antonio wrapped his arms around him, dragging him off the windowsill and into his grasp as Romano’s words trailed off into a squawk.
“Lo siento, Lovi,” he mumbled into the Italian’s hair. “We’ll do something else. We’ll go dancing.”
Romano grumbled something unintelligible, sneaking one hand under Antonio’s shirt to brush gently at the burn marks on his skin. He buried his face into Antonio’s chest, breathing deeply. Antonio let him, kissing his scalp gently. Sometimes he was just so cute!
“Yeah, idiot, we’ll dance - hey! What the hell are you doing, vecchio schifosoAntonio had set him on the couch and was now kneeling above him and was attempting to unbutton his pants. “It's almost midnight
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Re: Another Success Story (3/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 03:27:43 UTC
Godfuckingdamnit this is too cute.
“Yes. Just like that. I can’t… watch TV… for a very long time if I don’t throw away the fireworks.”
Yeeeeeeesss, he'll stop you from 'watching TV' over and over and over for hours and hours and... Basically this means I loved the entire section with Carlotta. It was effortless, very much like a little kid.
And Romano! And Spain! And the last line! Author, this was good.
Re: Another Success Story (3/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 03:30:04 UTC
Awww, this is so fucking cute! Just one thing, it would be cariño, not carino. But anywhore, aww Lovi, being all worried. ♥ These two are so cute all the time.
Ffff, ok this was awesome. The perfect mix of adorable and funny. I don't usually like OCs in fics but that girl was cute and very unobtrusive. To be completely honest, I didn't have all that clear of an idea as to what I wanted for this prompt either, but awesome author!anon just...<3, dammit! <3!! Thank you very much for a lovely fill, anon!
Woot! *fistpump* I'm glad that you liked it! I don't know why, but your req CALLED to me - also, glad you liked Carlotta, cuz I usually hate OC's too. Anyway, thanks very much!!!
Re: Another Success Story (3/3)
anonymous
May 24 2010, 12:44:30 UTC
D'awwww d'awwww d'awwwwwww and d'awwwwww again! I love the name Carlotta, it gives me an image of a cute plumpy girl with red cheeks. And obviously I love how you write Spain and Romano, too. They're so sweet! The TV part and the ending were win. ♥
So anon was trying to do some research for a fill she was writing, when she stumbled across this passage in an article: “Preventive action by police against illegal fireworks will continue until the end of the year, when the traditional New Year's fireworks mayhem regularly results in burns and mutilations.
Naples is usually the worst-hit city, recording the highest number of injuries.
Women in Naples got so fed up with their menfolk last year that they launched a 'no sex if you let off fireworks' drive.
The operation had some success as the number of injuries dropped by about 100 to 382.”
The drive and success rate amused anon greatly so anon would like to see Spain trying to set off some fireworks at Romano’s place and Romano using this tactic against him because he knows what an idiot Spain is and the thought of seeing Spain hurt himself terrifies him.Bonus: Spain displays an unusual moment of perceptiveness and figures ( ... )
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Those below the third-story window probably thought that the inhabitants of the apartment were starting celebrations early. That is, until they saw the box that was dropped unceremoniously on their heads was full of illegal fireworks. After which they thanked their lucky stars and grabbed it to take home for use in… about an hour, actually. It was eleven at night on New Years’ Eve.
Thank fully, most of the lucky fireworks-confiscators did not stick around to hear what was filtering through that open window.
“- and I said to throw it out, bastardo! So don’t give me that fucking puppy-dog look and throw the rest of that shit away ( ... )
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As he regretfully set down his prize, he felt a tug at his sleeve. Carlotta, one of the children who lived down the hall from their apartment, was staring up at him with a gap-toothed smile, her curly brown hair bouncing around her face.
“Are those for tonight?” she asked excitedly. “It was really really fun last year, especially those red and blue and green ones that went whizz! And the big orange ones, too, and the sparklers ( ... )
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Romano turned to face Antonio, scowl seeming to soften and harden at the same time. “Good. Those things are dangerous.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I forgot about what happened last year.”
Romano looked surprised at the admission. “W-what happened last year?” he tried to ask, trying to pretend to be oblivious, but Antonio wrapped his arms around him, dragging him off the windowsill and into his grasp as Romano’s words trailed off into a squawk.
“Lo siento, Lovi,” he mumbled into the Italian’s hair. “We’ll do something else. We’ll go dancing.”
Romano grumbled something unintelligible, sneaking one hand under Antonio’s shirt to brush gently at the burn marks on his skin. He buried his face into Antonio’s chest, breathing deeply. Antonio let him, kissing his scalp gently. Sometimes he was just so cute!
“Yeah, idiot, we’ll dance - hey! What the hell are you doing, vecchio schifosoAntonio had set him on the couch and was now kneeling above him and was attempting to unbutton his pants. “It's almost midnight ( ... )
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“Yes. Just like that. I can’t… watch TV… for a very long time if I don’t throw away the fireworks.”
Yeeeeeeesss, he'll stop you from 'watching TV' over and over and over for hours and hours and... Basically this means I loved the entire section with Carlotta. It was effortless, very much like a little kid.
And Romano! And Spain! And the last line! Author, this was good.
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