Spamano. Spain writes romance novels based on his own relationships. When he meets Romano, a cranky bookstore owner who hates those stupid Antonio Fernandez Carriedo trash books with a passion, he decides Romano needs a lesson in loooooove. And who better to teach him than Spain? Along the way, Spain falls in love (whoops). Eventually Romano finds out that his love story was shitty romance novel fodder. He is not pleased.
Includes N.Italy/fem!Japan, past Germany/Spain, past America/Spain, and past Romano/Several.
Warning: other pairings will be introduced as the story unfolds. Some for effect, some because I don't know what they are yet.
Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [5b/?]
anonymous
October 31 2011, 09:49:00 UTC
“They’re nice? Cats are as nice as any animal, I’d say. I don’t have any pets.” Not since Alfred had taken Mr. Fish the Fish with him. Antonio had never quite forgiven that. He was one of Mr. Fish’s fathers as well.
“Lovino doesn’t like cats.” Feliciano waggled a finger under Antonio’s nose, and maybe this was the exception to the rule of Not-Taking-Notes-During-Casual-Conversations-Really-Antonio. “He’s allergic.”
“Really?”
Antonio’s fingers twitched.
“Really! Our grandfather used to have cats in the bookstore all the time.” Here Feliciano paused, thoughtful. If pictures were worth a thousand words then the play of expressions across Feliciano’s face were a novel that Antonio wanted to ask about some other time. Perhaps after he and Lovino started dating. “Lovino could barely stay in the building. He would sneeze and his face would swell… it looked really uncomfortable, ve
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [5d/?]
anonymous
October 31 2011, 09:55:47 UTC
Lovino felt his cheeks burn. Motherfucking cheeks. Motherfucking smooth bastard. “Yeah. Yeah! I know everything you’d ever want to know about books, and then some. I’ve read every book in this store.” Normally he didn’t tell people that, even though he was mostly proud of it. Normally Lovino could hold conversations like a normal person. Normally Lovino was a liar anyway, so who knew?
Gilbert’s eyes lit up. “Really? That’s really impressive! I bet I haven’t even read half of them,” he swung an arm around Lovino’s shoulders and fuck his arms were rock-solid, “what are your favorites?”
What are your favorites?
What are your favorites?
Not only was Gilbert asking Lovino about books, he was freely asking Lovino about Lovino’s opinions about books. Maybe Gilbert had better taste than Lovino had first thought… “What do you like to read? If it’s,” and Lovino walked towards the stacks because he was pretty sure Feliciano was watching them from the kitchen, the spying bastard, “Romance then anything other than that Fernandez Carriedo stuff
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Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [5e/?]
anonymous
October 31 2011, 09:59:59 UTC
Antonio frowned. He thought he’d been doing so well, reading the signs so right. Maybe Lovino wasn’t interested? “Tomorrow night would be okay too. But not the night after the night after that because I have this thing I have to go to,” Francis got really upset whenever anyone missed his pool parties, “but every, or-but any other night this week I’d really like to take you out to dinner
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Re: Most Fragrant Rose of Summer [5e/?]
anonymous
November 1 2011, 18:14:17 UTC
Romano works surprisingly well as a bookworm, who would've thought. And omg, is the cat thing hinting at what I think it's hinting at because I am so happy.
Sad ending, but brighter epilogue? Hmmm. I think I can guess how things could go downhill, but we'll see. I hope.
I missed this fic! A ton. I miss all of your fics!<3
Parts 1-3: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17942.html?thread=62887190#t62887190
Spamano. Spain writes romance novels based on his own relationships. When he meets Romano, a cranky bookstore owner who hates those stupid Antonio Fernandez Carriedo trash books with a passion, he decides Romano needs a lesson in loooooove. And who better to teach him than Spain? Along the way, Spain falls in love (whoops). Eventually Romano finds out that his love story was shitty romance novel fodder. He is not pleased.
Includes N.Italy/fem!Japan, past Germany/Spain, past America/Spain, and past Romano/Several.
Warning: other pairings will be introduced as the story unfolds. Some for effect, some because I don't know what they are yet.
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“Lovino doesn’t like cats.” Feliciano waggled a finger under Antonio’s nose, and maybe this was the exception to the rule of Not-Taking-Notes-During-Casual-Conversations-Really-Antonio. “He’s allergic.”
“Really?”
Antonio’s fingers twitched.
“Really! Our grandfather used to have cats in the bookstore all the time.” Here Feliciano paused, thoughtful. If pictures were worth a thousand words then the play of expressions across Feliciano’s face were a novel that Antonio wanted to ask about some other time. Perhaps after he and Lovino started dating. “Lovino could barely stay in the building. He would sneeze and his face would swell… it looked really uncomfortable, ve ( ... )
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Gilbert’s eyes lit up. “Really? That’s really impressive! I bet I haven’t even read half of them,” he swung an arm around Lovino’s shoulders and fuck his arms were rock-solid, “what are your favorites?”
What are your favorites?
What are your favorites?
Not only was Gilbert asking Lovino about books, he was freely asking Lovino about Lovino’s opinions about books. Maybe Gilbert had better taste than Lovino had first thought… “What do you like to read? If it’s,” and Lovino walked towards the stacks because he was pretty sure Feliciano was watching them from the kitchen, the spying bastard, “Romance then anything other than that Fernandez Carriedo stuff ( ... )
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Never stop writing!!
But omg, sad ending?? :C
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Sad ending, but brighter epilogue? Hmmm. I think I can guess how things could go downhill, but we'll see. I hope.
I missed this fic! A ton. I miss all of your fics!<3
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But sad ending?? D: Why do I feel I should start stocking up on tissues already?
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