Spamano // Spain is an author AU
anonymous
November 28 2010, 21:49:11 UTC
I’d love to see an AU with Spain as a romance-novels-author. One day he just happens to stumble across Romano, who can’t stop ranting about those awful novels by saying how the hero is just way too annoying and lovey-dovey to ever win anyone’s heart - not knowing that Spain wrote them. So Spain decides to make Romano a protagonist in his new novel and at the same time, prove the guy he was wrong, by acting out the same story in RL. Meaning, he tries to make Romano fall in love with him
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1a/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 08:25:30 UTC
Sunset on the fifty-third floor, in the southwest corner office, was spectacular.
“As soon as you finish you may go.”
Gold burned into red faded into violet night, smeared across the sky. The bands of color sewed the jagged city skyline and the heavens together with imperceptibly fine stiches. The first three stars began to sparkle. Underneath, the city sparkled too.
“It will be difficult for you to leave after I lock my door behind me.”
It was never fully dark in the city. But now, at sunset, when the natural light balanced the glimmer and shine of the manmade signs… now the city came alive. Or. The city was always alive, really. It was always alive, its heart was always beating, but the city fell in love when the sun began to set. The light from the setting sun made for the best love story in the world
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1b/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 08:33:08 UTC
All queries about the mysterious Mr. Wang forgotten, Antonio turned back to the window for one last look. The sunlight was fading swiftly and Antonio found it a true shame. Once the sunset was gone all the magic in the city was lost. Lost until dawn. Or, at least, that’s what his heart told him. Once the light was reduced to a dim warm glow, once the city of glints and gleams turned back into a city of grimy glass and chrome, Antonio turned his back on the view and blinked the spots in his vision away. Surprisingly, Francis was still waiting at the open door. “But Francis, I’m not going to be locked in here: I have to get home!”
Francis, interrupted from watching his personal assistant attempt to cram three more hours of work into ‘just one more minute Mr. Bonnefoy,’ tapped the side of his cheek in thought. “But I’m leaving now and you haven’t even picked up your things. Really, Antonio, I have no idea how you won’t be trapped here
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1c/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 08:41:03 UTC
That’s what romance novels were all about, essentially. Not love. Not exactly. If romance novels were about love then they’d be awfully boring, and Antonio wasn’t very good with boring things. Earlier in life his superiors always had to hassle him to keep at the jobs he had no passion for. No, romance novels were about falling in love, a beautiful thing in its own right. Something, Antonio was of the opinion, that more people needed to do more often
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1d/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 08:50:26 UTC
She carefully offered her boss the two wayward forms. He calmly accepted them, set his hand in place on her shoulder and began to walk. “That was right before His Majesty’s Horses went to print, wasn’t it.” It was more of a light musing than a question.
“Yes.” Her hands went to her glasses again. They always did when she was tense. She hoped Mr. Bonnefoy hadn’t noticed. “Three days before.”
“His Majesty’s Horses is his best one yet, don’t you agree?” Of course he’d noticed. “The finest Antonio Fernandez Carriedo novel of passion, adventure and undying love to date.”
Claudine spoke before thinking, something she abhorred doing. Something she did all too often around Mr. Bonnefoy, much to her dismay. “Sunset on the Rhein was better.” She flushed. “I mean, ah… from a… literarystandpoint
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1e/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 08:58:00 UTC
And cycle he did: Antonio always seemed to end up back where he started. Because no matter how much he believed otherwise, romance novels were not the ultimate solution to the flat, contrived plots and terrible clichés of the soap opera industry. As a businessman, Francis recognized this. As a friend, Francis recognized Antonio’s newfound joy. Francis would do what he had to in order to protect that. Through thick and thin and falling sales and absolutely ridiculous metaphors for sexual release (Francis had offered his own suggestions to improve Antonio’s phrasing. Antonio had politely declined), Francis would protect Antonio’s joy
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Re: Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [1e/?]
anonymous
December 23 2010, 12:05:13 UTC
Well, Spain is pretty weird! (Even though he just wants you to buy Volume 3!) I think he's pretty in-character. I wouldn't put talking to himself or writing horrendous metaphors past him. Besides, it's an AU, and it's possible that their background would have changed the way they see things, even ever so slightly.
Your writing is lovely, and I'm really looking forward to the next parts <3 And I kind of want to see more of Monaco and France because they're adorable.
OP is in love!
anonymous
December 24 2010, 00:38:46 UTC
Author-anon... I love this so goddamn much, I actually need a few minutes to gather my thoughts, since momentarily they're all like "JESUS CHRIST, THIS IS SOOOOOOOO GOOD GOD I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ..." and so on.
First of all: You've probably just written my most favourite Antonio ever. Eccentric suits him like a suit just soooo well and he's downright adorable (which is to say, even loads more adorable than he usually is). If he was real, I'd probably fall in love with him on first sight
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [2a/?]
anonymous
December 29 2010, 05:45:01 UTC
The bookstore’s glass door had a light pink rose painted on it, green stem and leaves spiraling outward. Antonio could tell from the careful brushstrokes that it was done by the same sure hand as the falcon over the café’s entrance. Impressed by the level of artistry, he put a hand on the door’s brass handle, paused to admire it’s craftsmanship, and pushed. A light tingle cascaded over his head and Antonio looked up. There were three silver bells over the door: brushwork roses, brass doorknobs and bells greeting him with a chime… Antonio decided he needed to visit this shop more often, even though he’d only spent all of two seconds inside it. That didn’t matter. It had a good atmosphere.
He bet whoever owned Contrasts was a romantic at heart. And he instantly approved
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [2b/?]
anonymous
December 29 2010, 05:52:55 UTC
Were they gifts then? Antonio was overjoyed to hear that everyday people thought his books were good gift-giving material. Did people normally give romance novels as presents? Oh, that wasn’t important. What mattered was that the other customer, this ‘Ari,’ hadn’t been buying… Antonio craned his neck to see the titles and cover illustrations better… he hadn’t been buying His Majesty’s Horses and Sunset on the Rhein for himself. So he might not know Antonio’s face by sight. Antonio wasn’t as worried about the cashier: even though he was extra grumpy, he was still a book person. And book people were really good at protecting the identities of other book people.
Lovino picked up a brown paper bag from under his desk and lobbed it at Ari, before frowning again. “Weren’t for you?” Antonio noticed that Lovino frowned a lot. He wondered if it was a condition. “More like ‘aren’t for anyone.’ You’re better off spending your money on something that isn’t trash
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [2c/?]
anonymous
December 29 2010, 06:01:16 UTC
Lovino Vargas wondered, not for the first time in his life, why all the good-looking ones were idiots. Himself excluded, of course. “Are you serious?” The good-looking idiot standing in front of him didn’t look serious so much as he looked slightly heartbroken. It was probably prolonged contact with the literary trash he was cradling in his arms.
“Yes.”
Dear God, Lovino hoped the man was joking. Maybe it was a sick form of flirting: ‘pretend to like the things the object of your affection hates with the deepest fiber of his being.’ …with a face like that, Lovino would play along. “So I bet you liked when the cowboy in that one,” Lovino pointed at the book he’d thrown, “made sweet passionate love to the Spanish princess, on a horse, in the middle of a field of flowers
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [2d + AN/?]
anonymous
December 29 2010, 06:07:41 UTC
He winked. Lovino forgot to breathe (‘I’m not this easy, it’s just been a really long time, I’m not this easy, I’m not“Oh, and by the way, do you sell journals
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Re: Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [2d + AN/?]
anonymous
December 29 2010, 10:50:54 UTC
Authournon, this... this reader is looking forward to see where you go with this fic. It seems very interesting so far. :) This anon is as enthusiastic as all the other commenters, really, but it is the first time anon has delurked to comment on a fic as well as the first time anon has read a fic that has references to past pairings that are not the main pairing and anon never thought anon would read a fic with those but anon likes authournon's writing so much and loves the use of less popular countries/characters it's all really awesome and anon will shut up now. But anon loves your writing, really. And anon also really likes the fact that Spain isn't completely lovestruck by Romano the first time they meet and authournon's characterization of Spain in general, actually, and the humour in the narration and-
...Anon will leave it as anon likes a lot about authournon's writing. (and will shut up now, anon promises. Unless authournon doesn't mind? Because-)
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“As soon as you finish you may go.”
Gold burned into red faded into violet night, smeared across the sky. The bands of color sewed the jagged city skyline and the heavens together with imperceptibly fine stiches. The first three stars began to sparkle. Underneath, the city sparkled too.
“It will be difficult for you to leave after I lock my door behind me.”
It was never fully dark in the city. But now, at sunset, when the natural light balanced the glimmer and shine of the manmade signs… now the city came alive. Or. The city was always alive, really. It was always alive, its heart was always beating, but the city fell in love when the sun began to set. The light from the setting sun made for the best love story in the world ( ... )
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Francis, interrupted from watching his personal assistant attempt to cram three more hours of work into ‘just one more minute Mr. Bonnefoy,’ tapped the side of his cheek in thought. “But I’m leaving now and you haven’t even picked up your things. Really, Antonio, I have no idea how you won’t be trapped here ( ... )
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“Yes.” Her hands went to her glasses again. They always did when she was tense. She hoped Mr. Bonnefoy hadn’t noticed. “Three days before.”
“His Majesty’s Horses is his best one yet, don’t you agree?” Of course he’d noticed. “The finest Antonio Fernandez Carriedo novel of passion, adventure and undying love to date.”
Claudine spoke before thinking, something she abhorred doing. Something she did all too often around Mr. Bonnefoy, much to her dismay. “Sunset on the Rhein was better.” She flushed. “I mean, ah… from a… literarystandpoint ( ... )
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Your writing is lovely, and I'm really looking forward to the next parts <3 And I kind of want to see more of Monaco and France because they're adorable.
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First of all: You've probably just written my most favourite Antonio ever. Eccentric suits him like a suit just soooo well and he's downright adorable (which is to say, even loads more adorable than he usually is). If he was real, I'd probably fall in love with him on first sight ( ... )
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He bet whoever owned Contrasts was a romantic at heart. And he instantly approved ( ... )
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Lovino picked up a brown paper bag from under his desk and lobbed it at Ari, before frowning again. “Weren’t for you?” Antonio noticed that Lovino frowned a lot. He wondered if it was a condition. “More like ‘aren’t for anyone.’ You’re better off spending your money on something that isn’t trash ( ... )
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“Yes.”
Dear God, Lovino hoped the man was joking. Maybe it was a sick form of flirting: ‘pretend to like the things the object of your affection hates with the deepest fiber of his being.’ …with a face like that, Lovino would play along. “So I bet you liked when the cowboy in that one,” Lovino pointed at the book he’d thrown, “made sweet passionate love to the Spanish princess, on a horse, in the middle of a field of flowers ( ... )
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THE INCOHERENCE OF THIS COMMENT DOES NOTHING TO DEMONSTRATE MY SHEER LOVE FOR THIS HGGAGGAFDJGADFJAD;FSADADASDF
SO
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LOVE
Not OP by the way. But sooooo glad this story exists.
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...Anon will leave it as anon likes a lot about authournon's writing. (and will shut up now, anon promises. Unless authournon doesn't mind? Because-)
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