Yeah so I got obsesses with Hetalia, and I'm always coming up with random ideas and shit for AUs that I either never write for or never finish writing for, so I'm just gonna post them all here. Well, here's werewolf!Spamano.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you creepy son of a bitch?"

Antonio blinked but continued to stare at the unnerved Italian before him.

"Lo siento, Lovi. You're just so cute when you're reading, 'cause you get so focused, and when you smile I know you're at a happy part, and it makes me happy when you're happy!"

Lovino glared at him, crossing his arms and only making himself look cuter. "Quit fucking staring, you damn weirdo. I can't focus when you keep fucking looking at me like you wanna eat me, damn it! ...You're not frigging hungry, are you?"

Antonio shrugged. "A little. Si. I haven't gone hunting since yesterday!"

Lovino had already turned his attention back to his book. "Better get your ass to the forest. Damn rabbits and shit aren't gonna eat themselves."

The Spanish werewolf slid over to Lovino, wrapping him in a hug and resting his head on his shoulder. "When are you going to let me bite you, Lovi? I don't like hunting alone; it's boring. Please let me turn you?"

Lovino squirmed but didn't break out of the warm embrace. "I told you. Maybe tomorrow."

Antonio frowned. "I know you said that. But you said that last week. Please let me bite you," he whined, dragging out the you. "It doesn't even hurt that much, I swear! It's so lonely hunting by myself, and you'll be strong, and fast, and see better, and hear better, and age slower, and it's so much better than being human! Everything is so much prettier, and brighter, and-and think of all the things you'll be able to paint with better eyesight! And you'd look so cute with ears, and a tail, and all furry. Please Lovi? What do I have to do to convince you?"

"Jesus fucking christ! If I say yes will you shut the fuck up?!"

"Si," Antonio said, beaming. "So where do you want the bite? It'll leave a scar, so think about that."

"How big of a scar? Same size as yours?"

Antonio shook his head and let go of Lovino, pointing to his neck, the large white mark contrasting greatly with his sun kissed skin. "This was just because I pissed off Alvarez. Really, I just have to break the skin, so it won't be that big. So, where do you want it?"

Lovino was silent for a moment, before he held up his right arm. "Wrist, I guess. Now hurry up and fucking bite me, before I change my mind."

The Spaniard took hold of his arm, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Ready?" Without waiting for a reply, he quickly bit down, his sharp teeth easily slicing through the thin skin of the Italian's arm.

Said Italian immediately began cursing up a storm, long after Antonio's teeth left his flesh. "You motherfucker, you said it wasn't gonna hurt. That most definitely fucking hurt, damn it! Shit!"

"Calm down Lovi, I'm gonna go get you a band-aid. And then we can go hunting! It'll be so fun! And you'll be such a cute wolf!" He kissed the top of Lovino's head, before going to the bathroom. As he rummaged through the medicine cabinet, he could hear Lovino mumbling angrily in the living room.

"God fucking damn it, this is such bullshi-" Lovino's complaining suddenly cut off and there was a sound of ripping fabric.

Uh oh, Antonio thought. He must've changed. Good thing we live in the woods. He walked into the living room to see a small wolf with auburn fur and furious hazel eyes.

Now I'm fucking pissed! That was my favorite pair of jeans! This sucks balls, Lovino thought.

"Lo siento, mi amor. Should've warned you about that... Oh well. At least there's no one around to see you. Here, let me just..." He proceeded to take off his clothes and change into his wolf form. He was a little larger than Lovino, with chocolaty brown fur and bright green eyes. There we go! Ok, let's go hunting now, Lovi!

He ran out through the doggy door he had installed a month or two ago, Lovino following him, marveling at how bright and beautiful everything was.

He could see everything much better than when he had been human, from the leaves on the trees to the small nocturnal animals scurrying around the forest. This will be so fun to paint...

Si, mi amor! But let's hunt first! I'm starving!

What the hell you creep?! You can hear my thoughts?!

Si! But only when one or both of us is in our wolf form! Ok, let's hunt!

Lovino shook his head at the overexcited Spaniard, before chasing him into the underbrush.

Blah this was kinda shitty. I wrote it at like 2 am, so there's my excuse. Well, I'm going to fucking sleep now.