(AN1:/ LOL I've been doing too much of these author's notes. Erm. Okay, Apology numero dos, si? So yeah, for every one of my apologies I'll write a summary to a new project I'm doing, alright, bro? Okay, so I am writing a fanfiction about dark!Spain. And his "adventures. But oh ho ho, what's this, another yandere on the loose?)
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A Dark Turn
"I know that look," Italy, smiling smugly says. "I know it so well myself. "You don't like my fratello. Don't worry, Tonio, no one does,"
Spain looked over at the smaller Italian quickly, slightly startled. "Yo no comprendo..." he says, his innocent cover starting to fade.
"We can get rid of him. And the two of us can work together to rid the world of countries like him."
"Inglaterra?" Spain says, disapprovingly. "I don't want to harm him. I don't want to hurt anybody. I couldn't. Not ever, Italia," Spain grins, laughing.
Italy glares, and take out a switchblade from Spain's shirt pocket and holds it against the Spaniard's neck. "It's not a request, or a question, idiota," Italy growls. "It's more like an order. Now help me get r-..."
Italy's words are suddenly cut off when Spain's delicate hand tightened on his throat and slammed him and his head into the wall behind them.
"Es-! Espang-...!"
"Siera la maldita boca, Si?" Spain grins happily, though his eyes beg to differ. "You are acting like Roma right now, Si? Why shouldn't I kill you?" Spain's grip tightened and Italy squirmed more.
Before Italy could speak, Spain drops him into a warm embrace. "Eres tan bello! So cute Italia!" Spain laughs, twirling him around in the playful hug.
"L-let go of me!" Italy squeaks, hating to be touched.
"Perdon!" Spain apologizes, grinning like usual, only to get a glare from Italy.
Italy turns on his heel and starts to quickly stomp away.
"I'll think about it!" He says suddenly to the Italian, who stops walking after the outburst.
Italy turns around, slowly. "Che cosa?"
"The thing with Romano? I'll think about helping you!" he grins again and waves to Italy, Who had started walking away again.
"You better!" the Italian snaps, a small smile forming on his face when no one was looking.
(AN2:/ Short. Summary is short.)