Spamano Drabbles A to Z: F is for Flower

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DISCLAIMER- I don't own Spain's ass (someday, dammit) or Romano's tsundere-ness~

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Genre: Romance/Friendship
Rated: K+
Language: English
Length: wc/223
Characters: Spain/S. Italy/Romano
Status: Complete

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In which pants are not needed in this game to discover the flower- eating clock monster named Onion. Special appearances by: Spain, Romano, Shakespeare, angst, sex, love, and zombies.

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Another one. A simple yellow rose, the sign of eternal love. As much as Lovino's loving it, he's beginning to get fed up with the anonymous name this person's taking.

He slams the door shut behind him and drops the flower into the ever- growing vase in the kitchen. His brother floats next to him at the sound of the door.

"Nee, fratello, you're going to need a bigger vase…" Lovino groans. He needs to find out who this bastard is.

The next morning, he rushes (but don't tell anybody!) to the door, only to find no flower. For a week this goes on, and Lovino feels like he's going to scream.

A note. A solid, white envelope. Meet me on your front porch, midnight. Lovino crumples it up and throws it out. Of course he won't go.

11:58, and it's cold. He's tired, and that bastard better show up soon. Suddenly, green eyes peek around the wall to Lovino's porch, seeming to sparkle even amidst the dead of the night. Lovino narrows his eyes. Who that he knows has such eyes like that? As the stranger steps into view, Lovino's face contorts into surprise and his mouth falls open.

"You! WHY?" The stranger only laughs, his smile reaching all the way to the Italian's heart, and soon Lovino finds himself smiling, too.

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I really like this one, too. I'm generally happy with how most of them turned out, although there are a few I was like "LOL YEAH NOT GONNA HAPPEN." But isn't that the point of things like this? To challenge your writing to reach new heights? I managed to write practically every genre through these drabbles, and explored new angles in my writing through these drabbles that I wouldn't have thought of trying before.

LOL,JK. So now that my poetic mind (legit. I think in poetry. I speak in poetry. POETRY AND SHAKESPEARE HAVE CONSUMED MY LIFE. SAVE ME, DAMMIT.) has completely bored you all, NEXT TIME, G is for: _

~LinedWithCharcoal~