Ok, this is my first APH fanfic, and it's Spamano! I wrote this because someone (you know who you are) kept pestering me to write, so here!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or Spain's ass. I would say I wish I did but Romano might kill me.
Lovino had always hated Spain on some degree. It was never the same reason, though. Whether it was his damn obnoxiousness, or his subtle-yet-obvious arrogance. Or even just the Spaniard always insisted he was the seme, or how his idea of "mild PDA" was just a hair short of a full-fledged make-out session in the middle of summit meetings. But maybe the thing that pissed the Italian off the most, the main source of his hatred for Antonio, was that he didn't hate him at all. Perhaps he was in love with Spain, so much so it almost hurt. Maybe he was filled with so much adoration for his Antonio he didn't know what to do with it all.
That douche bag, Romano thought. My douche bag.
His douche bag with a fucking nice ass.
Yay, short one-shot is short! Review? Please?