Impossible is nothing, if you're Italian [1b/?]
anonymous
July 9 2009, 00:33:49 UTC
Germany noticed his hands were still trembling.
“What… you were not trying to solve this by… right?” Ludwig just had to make sure. It was something that Italy would try.
“No!” Feliciano turned around, grabbing one of Ludwig’s hands in his own. “It… I… I suddenly felt sick, that’s all! I’m feeling better now! Maybe I ate something foul…”
Germany frowned again, this time in clear worry, but he knew he couldn’t do anything at the present moment, so he sighed and accompanied Italy out of the bathroom.
“I know what I can do to cheer up~” Italy chirped, bouncing towards the kitchen as if nothing was wrong “I’ll make tortellini~”
Ludwig rolled his eyes, returning to his study.
…………………………
“Oi, Idiot Spain!”
Spain cheerfully dropped everything he was doing to stand up and bounce to Lovino, who was growling and eyeing a case of tomatoes he was holding.
Spain latched himself at the Italian’s arm, smiling at him. “Lovino~ what’s the matter? Hungry~?”
Lovino resisted the urge to kick or maim Spain, and instead growled, pushing the case of tomatoes in the other Nation’s arms, with enough force to make Spain go “ouff!”
“These” he punctuated, pointing at the innocent-looking vegetables “are surely rotten!”
Spain blinked, smile slowly turning into a frown, and he stared down at the red, apparently fine tomatoes, in surprise. Rotten? They looked fresh, perfect, just like all his other cases in the basement, ready to be transported and sold to the market.
Why rotten?
“They seem fine to me, Lovino” he stated, placing the case on the ground and taking one tomato in his hand, fingering it.
It wasn’t too compact, but not too soft either -the perfect consistence. The colour was bright, and he didn’t even use pesticides! What was wrong? Was it the taste? Was it the smell? Both were fine, at least to him… the smell was… divine, and so was the taste, he reassured himself as he bit into the tomato, sucking on the liquid inside.
Hmmm… yeah, with a bit of salt it would taste even better…
“Stupid Spain! I tell you! It’s rotten!” Lovino was flushing in anger, and clenched his fists, growling at him. “They smell awful! I can barely stand here and… and look at them, damnit!”
Spain frowned, pressing the back of his hand on the Italian’s forehead; Lovino flushed harder and spluttered, backing away. “The hell are you doing! Bastard!”
“I was checking to see if you were ill or what!” Spain replied, as merrily as before. “It’d be the only explanation, surely you can’t be disliking tomatoes all of sudden… did you eat something before that might have a bad reaction with their smell?”
Lovino huffed, crossing his arms.
“No! I just ate… there was this…” he fell into silence, the flush on his cheeks turning even darker. “<>iNothing” he murmured.
Spain blinked, and leaned forwards. “Te~ll me, Romano~!” he chirped. “What did you eat? Come on, you can tell me!”
“…”
“I couldn’t hear you, Lo-”
“I said I ate American potatoes! Happy now?! There was this vecchietta who was selling them… baked American potatoes… and they smelled so good…”
Spain’s eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, dramatically lifting one hand to his own forehead, making himself look overly surprised.
“Oh, Escandaloso!” he yelled, waving his free arm, sending tomato seeds flying everywhere. “You… eating potatoes?! ¡El mundo viene a un final!”
Lovino’s flush was reaching scandalous levels of brightness. He pushed hard on Spain’s chest and ran away, muttering curses in Italian all the time as he vanished somewhere in the mansion.
Spain collected himself with a small smile, chuckling at Lovino’s usual attitude.
“He’s so cute, just like a tomato!”
With that, he took up the case of tomatoes and exited the room to bring it back to the basement.
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sto diventando grasso: I'm turning fat (italian) tortellini: italian food (italian) vecchietta: old woman (italian) Escandaloso: scandalous ¡El mundo viene a un final: The world is coming to an end (spanish)
don't kill me if I messed up with the spanish... I'm taking a course but I'm nowhere close to vaguely good.
Re: writer!anon
anonymous
July 9 2009, 13:13:59 UTC
... it was the comments, really... but if writer!anon don't mind, this anon would love to read your other fills too... ;~; if you could link them... =]
Alfred... stay.away.from.me!!! XDDDDDDDDDD
recaptcha says to use: the ibis... wth~~~~~~ how is that gonna fight with 'grenade Alfred'?!
Ahaha~ *hugs* Ooooooooooh~ So you're the one who wrote them, gonna look out for your 'three dashes'. *cough* Oh, then I do hope you finish the Japan/America body-switching one. ;A; Fffff---- The S/N rape and Italy on drugs made me cry. Was the SuFin one on phonesex? 8DDDDDDDDDDDd Ok will stop now since it's kinda derailing from the main topic... =_=|| Looks forward to your Swiss/Ita~
recaptcha: Amawalk picnics... Awwwww~ You got some free food in return, yes? \o/
“What… you were not trying to solve this by… right?” Ludwig just had to make sure. It was something that Italy would try.
“No!” Feliciano turned around, grabbing one of Ludwig’s hands in his own. “It… I… I suddenly felt sick, that’s all! I’m feeling better now! Maybe I ate something foul…”
Germany frowned again, this time in clear worry, but he knew he couldn’t do anything at the present moment, so he sighed and accompanied Italy out of the bathroom.
“I know what I can do to cheer up~” Italy chirped, bouncing towards the kitchen as if nothing was wrong “I’ll make tortellini~”
Ludwig rolled his eyes, returning to his study.
…………………………
“Oi, Idiot Spain!”
Spain cheerfully dropped everything he was doing to stand up and bounce to Lovino, who was growling and eyeing a case of tomatoes he was holding.
Spain latched himself at the Italian’s arm, smiling at him. “Lovino~ what’s the matter? Hungry~?”
Lovino resisted the urge to kick or maim Spain, and instead growled, pushing the case of tomatoes in the other Nation’s arms, with enough force to make Spain go “ouff!”
“These” he punctuated, pointing at the innocent-looking vegetables “are surely rotten!”
Spain blinked, smile slowly turning into a frown, and he stared down at the red, apparently fine tomatoes, in surprise. Rotten? They looked fresh, perfect, just like all his other cases in the basement, ready to be transported and sold to the market.
Why rotten?
“They seem fine to me, Lovino” he stated, placing the case on the ground and taking one tomato in his hand, fingering it.
It wasn’t too compact, but not too soft either -the perfect consistence. The colour was bright, and he didn’t even use pesticides! What was wrong? Was it the taste? Was it the smell? Both were fine, at least to him… the smell was… divine, and so was the taste, he reassured himself as he bit into the tomato, sucking on the liquid inside.
Hmmm… yeah, with a bit of salt it would taste even better…
“Stupid Spain! I tell you! It’s rotten!” Lovino was flushing in anger, and clenched his fists, growling at him. “They smell awful! I can barely stand here and… and look at them, damnit!”
Spain frowned, pressing the back of his hand on the Italian’s forehead; Lovino flushed harder and spluttered, backing away. “The hell are you doing! Bastard!”
“I was checking to see if you were ill or what!” Spain replied, as merrily as before. “It’d be the only explanation, surely you can’t be disliking tomatoes all of sudden… did you eat something before that might have a bad reaction with their smell?”
Lovino huffed, crossing his arms.
“No! I just ate… there was this…” he fell into silence, the flush on his cheeks turning even darker. “<>iNothing” he murmured.
Spain blinked, and leaned forwards. “Te~ll me, Romano~!” he chirped. “What did you eat? Come on, you can tell me!”
“…”
“I couldn’t hear you, Lo-”
“I said I ate American potatoes! Happy now?! There was this vecchietta who was selling them… baked American potatoes… and they smelled so good…”
Spain’s eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, dramatically lifting one hand to his own forehead, making himself look overly surprised.
“Oh, Escandaloso!” he yelled, waving his free arm, sending tomato seeds flying everywhere. “You… eating potatoes?! ¡El mundo viene a un final!”
Lovino’s flush was reaching scandalous levels of brightness. He pushed hard on Spain’s chest and ran away, muttering curses in Italian all the time as he vanished somewhere in the mansion.
Spain collected himself with a small smile, chuckling at Lovino’s usual attitude.
“He’s so cute, just like a tomato!”
With that, he took up the case of tomatoes and exited the room to bring it back to the basement.
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sto diventando grasso: I'm turning fat (italian)
tortellini: italian food (italian)
vecchietta: old woman (italian)
Escandaloso: scandalous
¡El mundo viene a un final: The world is coming to an end (spanish)
don't kill me if I messed up with the spanish... I'm taking a course but I'm nowhere close to vaguely good.
the rest soon. :D
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Now this is getting fun~~~~~~
Lookin' forward to more~~~~~~
Did writer!anon also wrote the fill on Italy going on a diet?
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actually, yes. i didn't mean to add hints, but they just popped up *shrugs sheepishly*
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Keep it coming~~~~~~~~~~
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... recaptcha demands: grenade alfred.
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Alfred... stay.away.from.me!!! XDDDDDDDDDD
recaptcha says to use: the ibis... wth~~~~~~ how is that gonna fight with 'grenade Alfred'?!
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actually, i've filled a total of 15 kinks so far, but 3 of those are ongoing still. XDD most are italy!related (because i love italy so). so i won't link you to all of them, right? b-but writer!anon would be massively glad to do pimpage of her own links XDD i fail even more XD
writer!anon filled/is filling:
(spa and romano on n.ita DP) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=12359690#t12359690
(france/italy) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11915530#t11915530
(Japan/italy kimono) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=13106442#t13106442
(switzerland/italy) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=11853578#t11853578
(nations getting together to remember gone nations) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=12960010#t12960010
(japan and america exchanging bodies) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=10352834#t10352834
(gerita pwp short smex) http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=11092930#t11092930
(and the gerita diet, a facepalm one about sufin, a greece mourning death of his cat, a south/north on caring, a south/north rape *OTL*, a UsUk with japan sleeping next to them, and a GerIta with italy on drugs)
... *sweats*
recaptcha: truck them
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recaptcha: Amawalk picnics... Awwwww~ You got some free food in return, yes? \o/
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