Serenata 1/?
anonymous
November 16 2011, 02:54:50 UTC
Hey, anon! I decided to try this out, sorry if it sucks, this is my first fill.
Rome, Italy. November 15. 11:47 p.m.
It had been a quiet night. As quiet, at least, as it gets in a city like Rome, and Lovino Vargas- better known as the personification of South Italy- had been trying to sleep. At least until the sound of someone strumming an acoustic guitar drifted up from just below his window.
"...mi amor, mi corazón, mi querido..."
Oh, hell no.
Romano slid out of bed and poked his head out the window, praying that it wasn't who he thought it was...
Spain. Standing outside, right under his window, strumming a guitar and singing, just loud enough for him to hear, in Spanish.
...mi vida, quiero abrazarte...
"Oi, bastardo!"
Spain stopped playing and looked up, waving enthusiastically when he saw Romano glaring from above him.
"Lovi! Did you hear me?"
"Spain. You're standing in the middle of my lawn, right under my window."
"..."
"I fucking heard you, you goddamned idiot."
Spain's fingers had wandered back up to the guitar strings, and he was plucking them softly as he spoke.
"And...did you like it?"
"Spain. It's almost midnight. I am trying to sleep. Now if you don't mind..."
All Romano heard was a hurried "wait, Romanito-!" before he closed the window, pulled down the blinds, shut the curtains and climbed back into bed.
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Authornon apologizes for the short first part. I'll have the second part up hopefully later, tomorrow or the next day!
Hey, anon! I decided to try this out, sorry if it sucks, this is my first fill.
Rome, Italy. November 15. 11:47 p.m.
It had been a quiet night. As quiet, at least, as it gets in a city like Rome, and Lovino Vargas- better known as the personification of South Italy- had been trying to sleep. At least until the sound of someone strumming an acoustic guitar drifted up from just below his window.
"...mi amor, mi corazón, mi querido..."
Oh, hell no.
Romano slid out of bed and poked his head out the window, praying that it wasn't who he thought it was...
Spain. Standing outside, right under his window, strumming a guitar and singing, just loud enough for him to hear, in Spanish.
...mi vida, quiero abrazarte...
"Oi, bastardo!"
Spain stopped playing and looked up, waving enthusiastically when he saw Romano glaring from above him.
"Lovi! Did you hear me?"
"Spain. You're standing in the middle of my lawn, right under my window."
"..."
"I fucking heard you, you goddamned idiot."
Spain's fingers had wandered back up to the guitar strings, and he was plucking them softly as he spoke.
"And...did you like it?"
"Spain. It's almost midnight. I am trying to sleep. Now if you don't mind..."
All Romano heard was a hurried "wait, Romanito-!" before he closed the window, pulled down the blinds, shut the curtains and climbed back into bed.
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Authornon apologizes for the short first part. I'll have the second part up hopefully later, tomorrow or the next day!
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