flanoir asked: Spamano 5 & 9 :'|
handcuffed together + be careful what you wish for
their dicks are handcuffed together. dickcuffed, one might say, if one were extremely stupid and the worst not-best-friend ever, america get out. dickcuffed, in two small little metal cuffs, held together by a fine, tiny silver chain.
'not that small,' romano huffs. 'at least mine's not. yours is, but not mine.'
spain does not dignify that with a response, because they both know his is bigger.
it’s okay, roma, no one’s judging you.
and romano reaaaaally wants to leave in a huff, but he also doesn’t want to lose his dick, so he stays right the fuck where he is. they sit. their dicks remain cuffed. until romano says, ‘so how-‘
and spain turns bright.
and romano forgets about dick pain and throws himself at spain in order to strangle him because that’s as good as spain shouting that this is, somehow, all his goddamn fault.
flanoir asked: DAMMIT I HIT ASK TOO FAST but uh romano/spain and your werewolf show
"Get the fuck off my property, you little dicks," the stranger shouts from between the trees.
Bon-bons wipes his hand across what he claims is a beard, and says, “That was Romano Vargas!”
Antonio looks down at his inhaler, and wonders what that’s supposed to mean to him.
hey Juju, I found the strip in which Romano call them evil muffins
I know that it’s not much, but I hope that can cheer you a bit ;^;
my bby romano never fails to cheer me up god bless thank you darling!
zieberich asked: Ok so here we go... May I req-uest, both for the usual suspec-ts as well as the fem!usual suspec-ts some explicit little paragraphs on when and how the fell in love... in detail? If you laugh at me know I swear I'll give you the silent skypement for like an *hour*
[I didn’t laugh but you gave me the silent skypement for like four months and I will probably harp on that for as long as humanly possible.]
alegriyya asked: hungary/turkey!
[OH MAN STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING]
She’s sitting in a shop, trying to figure out whether she’s only thirsty or whether to get a real meal, when he sits down next to her. The last time she saw him, she punched him in the face and called him a horse dick. He’d laughed like the crazy… he’d laughed.
"Nice night," he says, staring at the menu a waitress hands him.
"Hm," she agrees and doesn’t. It had been a nice night. Not too warm, not too cold, not too humid. She isn’t entirely sure it still is. "What do you want?"
"Can’t I just visit you?" he asks, "Can’t we just catch up?"
"No," she says. Maybe she’ll get the goulash.
"No," he agrees.
alegriyya asked: prussia/austria
[oh gosh it’s been forever since we’ve spoken]
They don’t need excuses to spend time with each other, these days, not like they used to. If they want to be in the same room, at the same time, no one else will really care. Except Germany. And he’ll only be terribly worried that they’re sharing embarrassing stories about him. No. They don’t need excuses.
They make excuses anyway.
Prussia pretends to need milk from the store; he’ll come home four days later, empty-handed, with a crumpled train pass sticking out of his back pocket.
Austria pretends to be incredibly busy, much too busy to chat with an old enemy. Friend. Enemy. He pretends to only barely spare the time to make niceties.
They pretend, and make excuses, and it’s nobody’s business but their own. It’s easier that way.
cutthroatpixie asked: OT4 DOING HOMEWORK (btw I got all yours that is just what I'm doing right now, too much homework)
[I don’t even remember when this is from]
Lovina makes a little fort around her papers using Antonio’s marker case, and Romano’s textbooks, and a little bit of Antonia’s tape. It’s necessary, it really is, because as soon as the three idiots come back from the kitchen, they all try and get into her space. Well, that’s just not how she works. Lovina Vella needs room to think.
Romano bitches about his books, but he’ll live.
("You won’t if you don’t stop messing around with my stuff, you bitch, I swear, I—!")
Antonio doesn’t say anything, too lost in how happy he is that they’re all here, together, working, together. Antonia is the same, almost, except she’s also trying to look up Lovina’s shirt at the same time. It’s distracting.
It’s really fucking distracting.
"You have your own!" Lovina shouts, shoving Antonia’s wandering hands away. She can’t shove Antonia’s wandering eyes away, but not for lack of trying.
Antonia pretends to be so, so wounded, but five minutes later her hands start rubbing at the hem of Lovina’s blouse again. Antonia is terrible, and Lovina hates her.
Not really, though.
Anonymous asked: kid!(minifemano/mininetherlands + minibelgium) puppy love shenanigans plz? bonus manspamano as minifemanos parents °3°
[apologies for the delay! the prompts in my main ask are all buried pretty deep. also i am a terrible procrastinator. set in the neighborhood watch verse]Read more