[[ A/N: HELLO AND WELCOME TO PINKBUTTERBUBBLES' FIRST POSTED LINE OF FANFICTIONS.

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STORY INFO:
Uno - Untitled Jumpstart Oneshot.
Humor/Comedy
Characters Spain and Romano
Hinted SpaMano.* ]]

~~~~~~~~~~Story 1: Uno~~~~~~~~~~

"I just don't feel motivated anymore."

"You don't 'feel motivated', eh? That's just a slightly more refined way to say that you're lazy."

"Alright, I'm lazy. Everyone down at the office expects me to come up with chart-topping new material by next weekend, and I just can't do it. 'Sick of love songs', he says. 'Write something more sexual, young, party-esque'. Why would I want to promote all that?"

"Tell them to leave all that to the American music scene."

"I have, but they don't listen. I just refuse to write such chaotic material! I'm better at writing love songs, and not even such fast-paced ones anyway."

"Hey, I have a good question for you."

"What is it, Chico?"

"Why are you so good at writing all those cheesy love songs?"

Lovino paused, right hand freezing mid-air as he leaned over his desk; reaching for a note paper that was about to slip and fall behind it. "Well, um..."

It was a good question, one Lovino had never put much though into. Sure, he had been teased for it down at the studio; but no one ever really flat out asked why he always wrote all the slow, romantic love ballads.

"I just..." Maybe he was just a romantic at heart? No, he had experienced his bitter moments in love. It was not something he was especially fascinated with, but rather something he was fond of feeling. He was fond, fond of romance. But perhaps not quite 'fond' even, maybe 'curious' was the correct term?

It wasn't a curiosity, either. Romance, for thought; It was something he's had, something he's lost, he knew what it felt like. He knew what it was. He didn't particularly enjoy his experiences with it, so /why did he/ write about it so much?

Lovino let out a long sigh in the thick silence, moving once more to retrieve the flyaway paper and sit back in his desk chair. Antonio still stood nearby, leaning back against the side of the desk and doodling something in his notebook. The Spaniard waited patiently for a response, seemingly not minding the awkward air that filled the room.

"Well, I don't know. To be honest, I just enjoy romance." Lovino answered half-honestly, though he wasn't even sure what he himself meant by that.

"Enjoy romance? No, you don't. You can't stand it when I watch my soap operas, or a romantic movie. You throw a royal fit and assault me with food until I change it. You seem so bitter-" Antonio turned around slowly now, giving Lovino an all too dramatic 'I got it' look. "That's it! You wish you had romance, don't you? You're a lonely little hermit!"

The Italian man immediately fixated a glare at the brunette standing beside him, clicking the back of his pen menacingly against the surface of his desk. "What are you even talking about, Brainless? Can't a guy be a little compassionate towards romance without being dubbed lonely or desperate?"

"Um, yes he can; if he were in a relationship!" Antonio looked smug now, chuckling at Lovino and patting his back in mock-sympathy. "It's OK, Buddy. Someday you'll find someone willing to put up with all your disorganization and mess."

Lovino only rolled his hazel-green eyes, shoving Antonio away from him and scoffing. "Shut your face, you big-mouthed buffoon. I already have someone who does that, and that's you!" The Italian snorted. "You're my little housewife."

Antonio stumbled for only a moment as he was pushed, laughing as he glided back towards Lovino and plopped himself right down on top of the Italian's desk. "I am most certainly not your housewife! I live here because I need somewhere to live, though I'm starting to think cleaning up after your ass is not worth it." The Spaniard blew Lovino a raspberry, then lied himself down across the surface of the desk, propping his chin up in his palms and kicking his legs in a feminine fashion. He chuckled, batting his eyelashes. "But I would make a very sexy housewife, no? Me oh my, where would you be without me? This place would be in shambles and you know it!"

Lovino couldn't help but laugh at Antonio's ridiculous display. "Antonio, get off of my papers! You're going to ruin them!" He tried to yell, but it only came out as more broken laughter. "You're such a dork; get off my desk right now!"

Antonio made a show of wiggling off the desk, and then went back to leaning against it and doodling in his wretched sticker-covered notebook. After a moment of quiet as Lovino gathered together his papers once more, the Spaniard spoke again. "You know, if you're lonely, you should get out more and quit being a hermit; for real."

"I am not lonely!" The Mediterranean was quick to answer, obviously a bit defensive. "I'm just fine being single, alright? It's less drama, anyway."

"You like drama," Antonio teased. "You want drama, and you know it. Your life is boring, Little Hermit Man."

"My life is boring!? Just what are you doing with yours that makes it so interesting-?"

"-messing with you." Antonio turned back around, that dreadful smirk upon his handsome face yet again as he tapped the Italian's nose.

"Oh, that must be awfully entertaining." Lovino hissed, smacking the Spaniard's hand away. "You're so terrible. I'm hungry, get back in the kitchen."

"Sure, but only if you give me a kiss first."

"Oh do keep dreaming, Captain Queer."

"You know you want me."

"I want you to go away."

"Well then! I guess you don't want me to make you any dinner."

"That's not what I meant-"

Antonio sniffed dramatically, giving Lovino an exaggerated disapproving look before stomping out of the bedroom in a huff. "YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TONIGHT, MISTER."

"It's my bedroom, Idiot!"

All Lovino heard was hysterical laughter in response.

[[ Closing Note: So, as I'm often told; my SpaMano is a little out of the ordinary. Still, I hope you will have an open mind and continue following my story!

Please leave your review, and feel free to submit a request to me for the next oneshot/drabble/ficlette in my collection! ]]