Serenata 1/?
anonymous
November 16 2011, 02:54:50 UTC
Hey, anon! I decided to try this out, sorry if it sucks, this is my first fill.
Rome, Italy. November 15. 11:47 p.m.
It had been a quiet night. As quiet, at least, as it gets in a city like Rome, and Lovino Vargas- better known as the personification of South Italy- had been trying to sleep. At least until the sound of someone strumming an acoustic guitar drifted up from just below his window.
"...mi amor, mi corazón, mi querido..."
Oh, hell no.
Romano slid out of bed and poked his head out the window, praying that it wasn't who he thought it was...
Spain. Standing outside, right under his window, strumming a guitar and singing, just loud enough for him to hear, in Spanish.
...mi vida, quiero abrazarte...
"Oi, bastardo!"
Spain stopped playing and looked up, waving enthusiastically when he saw Romano glaring from above him.
"Lovi! Did you hear me?"
"Spain. You're standing in the middle of my lawn, right under my window."
"..."
"I fucking heard you, you goddamned idiot."
Spain's fingers had wandered back up to the
( ... )
Spain serenading Romano in Spanish in a failboat attempt at romantic, Country-of-Passion-style seduction. Every night until he gives in.
Bonus points for Romano cursing and being unable to sleep ever because of it.
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SECONDING for now... but you just wait anon ;)
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Hey, anon! I decided to try this out, sorry if it sucks, this is my first fill.
Rome, Italy. November 15. 11:47 p.m.
It had been a quiet night. As quiet, at least, as it gets in a city like Rome, and Lovino Vargas- better known as the personification of South Italy- had been trying to sleep. At least until the sound of someone strumming an acoustic guitar drifted up from just below his window.
"...mi amor, mi corazón, mi querido..."
Oh, hell no.
Romano slid out of bed and poked his head out the window, praying that it wasn't who he thought it was...
Spain. Standing outside, right under his window, strumming a guitar and singing, just loud enough for him to hear, in Spanish.
...mi vida, quiero abrazarte...
"Oi, bastardo!"
Spain stopped playing and looked up, waving enthusiastically when he saw Romano glaring from above him.
"Lovi! Did you hear me?"
"Spain. You're standing in the middle of my lawn, right under my window."
"..."
"I fucking heard you, you goddamned idiot."
Spain's fingers had wandered back up to the ( ... )
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And I'm back with the second part! I apologize, again, for the fail and size of this. Does anyone know how to get this moved to fills?
Rome, Italy. November 16, 2011. 12:01 a.m.
"...qué he dicho? Eres incredible..."
Sweet mother of Jesus, did that idiot not know the meaning of the word 'no'?
...probably not.
"...eres hermoso, eres mío, eres maravilloso..."
Romano sighed.
"Hey, tomato bastard! Spain! Antonio!"
Ah, buenas noches, Lovino! How are you this fine evening?"
Romano's eyebrow twitched. He breathed deeply before speaking.
"It's not evening, dumbass. It's past twelve in the fucking morning."
Spain tilted his head. He looked at his wrist. He wasn't wearing a watch.
"I suppose it is! Huh. Perhaps I should have thought this through a little bit better, sí? Ha..."
"Antonio?"
"Hm?
"If you aren't off my lawn by, oh, say, right now, I will kick your ass next time I see you."
Romano turned away from the window and counted to twenty. When he turned back around, Spain and his guitar had disappeared.
The next morning ( ... )
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