Hello! Yes, I'm a newbie. (And I don't know if that statement is going to hurt me in any way.)
I've been meaning to write a Spamano fanfiction for some time now, and well I finally got to it.
And this thought came to me when I was trying to write a mystery fanfiction. Yeah, right? I'm weird.. I bet my mystery one is worse than this, since I had so much trouble trying to write it.
This one came easier. And I had originally planned for it to be much fluffier. Like the title, but it didn't work out, not in this chapter anyway.
Human names are used.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Such a sad thing to say, though. Well, on with the story!
Bounanotte, amore mio.
Uno.
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"The fuck?" I'm still sleeping, dammit.
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That stupid phone of mine. Who the hell would be calling? I took a look at my tomato-shaped clock. 2:45 am.
Ughhh, whoever was calling at this hour definitely had the balls. I am Lovino fucking Vargas and I will not stand for this shit!
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"Dammit! Shut the fuck up!" I'm totally not in the mood for this shit. I grabbed my phone. It's red just like a tomato! Hahaha, yeah, I know I'm awesome. Anyways, I looked at the caller I.D. It was none other than Antonio, I should have known. Why did my face just feel hot? Oh, right 'cause it's a fucking oven in this damn house! S-shut up! Hmph. I flipped my phone open.
"Whad'ya want, bastardo?"
"Ahaha~ Hi Lovi~!" That Spanish bastard didn't even answer my question!
Silence. Man, was he an air-head.
"Lovi?"
"I-I'm still here, bastardo! Why are you calling me at 2:45 in the damn morning!"
"Oh. Ahaha~ I just wanted to know if you felt like going out today." I could hear the smile in his voice. That damn happy tomato bastard.
"F-fine. But like hell I'm driving to your house! You better drive down here to Italy!" It's what the idiot gets for waking my up so fucking early.
"Ah~ Lovi wants to hang out with me! I guess I'll see you in a few hours! I'll pick you up at your place. Ahaha~ say around 4:30?"
"W-whatever."
"Ahaha~ I can't wait for our date~!"
"B-bye." I couldn't talk to him any longer without blurting out something embarrassing. By this time I was already wide awake. A-a d-date? The hell. We're guys, you don't call it a date when two guys get together! It's a... a reunion. Yeah, pffffft a date. That's so gay. I'm not that fucking gay.
Well, only a few hours until I get to see Antonio for the first time in years. It's been so long. Antonio's like my best friend, my only friend at that. We used to go to the same high school. I had moved to Spain for my freshman year. I used to live in Italy, until the divorce.
My parents were filthy rich. Each came from damn rich families. And I didn't ask for any of their money. I never asked for anything, surprising actually, I could have had anything the hell I wanted. But I couldn't say the same for my brother, Feliciano. He was asking for crap left and right. One day he asked my dad for something and my father just blew up in his face. He couldn't take it with Feli's constant begging for useless knick-knacks. Then my mom came in from work and noticed all the yelling and whimpering going on. And then the both of them started snapping at each other. Holy shit it was devastating. We were eating dinner and I had made the most delicious pasta and it had gone to waste, being thrown by hand fulls from my parents. Feli started crying and we both hid for cover, never seeing this side of our parents. That poor pasta.
So, my dad got fed up with Feli and my mom and started shouting why he couldn't be like me. Like me? Why me? I admit, I am fucked up, then and now. And there are things I must admit to:
1. I've got a dirty mouth. No lie.
2. I'm a huge weakling. But like hell! would I let the enemy know! Hah!
3. I was an average student. I mean I had a few honors classes here and there, but I didn't excell much as a student.
4. And when the time came I could be violent.
Like I said, I was one effed up little kid. So my mom started backing up my crying brother I wrapped my arms around and my dad stood up for me saying how good of a kid I was. God our family wasn't the happiest of all. Then, two months later... Divorce.
No one apparently wanted to stay in Italy, so I was forced to split up from my brother. I was taken to Spain with my father, my brother left to Germany with my mother. And we never heard of each other again. Everyone kept their money, just took the restraining orders between my parents.
I started high school only a month later and that's where I met Antonio, the first day. He was still a happy bastard then, too. He had already had a group of friends from his Compulsory Secondary Education years. Man, education was way different in Spain. I couldn't really call high school high school. It was Spanish Baccalaureate, more like college if you ask me. So, I had fallen into a group of four friends. Well, I really didn't like Francis and Gilbert that much. I only stayed because I liked Antonio more. A-actually, I hated those bastards. Always groping and conceited. Jerks. Like I said, I stayed because of Antonio.
A date. The hell? My cheeks turned red at the word. I-It's just so gay, dammit! Shut up, no way did I like the fact that I was going on a freaking date with Antonio. Not at all! Besides, being gay was all my brother with his smiles and joy and veeee~s. And I do not have such a girly thing for Antonio that makes me blush at all! Fuck you!
Yaaaawn. What time is it? Whoa, 4:30 already? Shit, I'm going back to sleep.
Fucking Antonio and his "dates." That tomato loving bastard with those green eyes and that perfectly sculpted body (that I will never have because of my noodle-iness, YES noodle-iness IS a word.) and that perfectly tann- dammit. Why am I thinking about that! God, I sound so, what's the word for it? Oh right, gay. Ughh! I'm going to fucking sleep! It would totally suck to be sleep deprived for our date.
"Wait, did that bastardo say today? He lives in fucking Spagna." He'd have to already be in Ita- damn, that bastard must be here in Italy already, figures. Once he puts his mind to something, there's no stopping him.
Dammit! I have to get to sleep! But after one last yawn... "Bounanotte."
Well, that's it.
Can anyone check for grammar errors? :3 Spanish is my first language.
Should I keep going? Is it a horrible story?
Don't worry I can take the criticism.
I'm only a beginner! And it would help for some feedback.
And if you have any suggestion for the future of this fanfiction or any fanfiction you want written go ahead and leave a review!
-Striped.
