[Fanfic] Spain/S.Italy-Turtles
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia for the thousandth time D:
Translations: esposa-wife (We all know how much Antonio wants Lovi as his wife~)
I was kind of inspired by the 'turtle' strip xD Enjoy~
Turtles
Romano was certainly not pleased with the current situation.
The Italian, who had been moody the entire morning, had been eager for his siesta. Hell, he worked his ass off picking tomatoes with the Spaniard bastard just for the sake of it. However, his lovely siesta was surely out of his mind now as he gaped at the living room.
Turtles. Dammit.
Dozens of tiny, green turtles swarmed the entire living room, covering his beloved couch and table. It was a horrendous sight to the Italian; there seemed to be no end to where they had come from. Romano wasn’t sure if he could resist shooting these things.
This had to be that bastard Spain's fault.
"..Oi! T-This isn't very funny you bastard..." Where the hell are you Spain?
Clinging to the door, the Italian drew in shaky breaths, how the hell was he able to get them out now? Somehow while the nation had been panicking, a 'lone' turtle had latched onto the Italian's trousers. Feeling movements on his leg, Romano leaned down and nearly shrieked in shock as the turtle glanced innocently in response.
"S-Shit! What the hell do you want?"
The turtle continued to stare innocently, its head tilted out of curiosity. Turtles don't have fucking innocent faces! To the Italian, those menacing brown eyes and razor sharp flippers of the turtle were frightening.
Why do they look so fucking scary?
Frustrated, Romano began shrugging the turtle off, it was the least he could do from destroying the 'thing'. However, the creature had other plans. Much to the nation's dismay, the turtle continued to climb up his leg with ease. Gulping nervously, Romano panicked, his mind desperately urging to shove the turtle but the unfortunate Italian's limbs were unresponsive and went limp.
Shit! First it's the French asshole, then Spaniard bastard, now its fucking turtles!
"...Stop c-climbing on me!"
Needless to say the turtle continued its climb, not even bothered by the Italian's antics. Just as the turtle reached the nation's hip, its head lowered and bit softly against the soft clothing, earning a loud yelp from Romano.
It wasn't that Romano was scared of turtles, rather, he was petrified of them, and having one turtle gnawing on his hip was not a good thing. Not only that was unnerving enough, other turtles had begun climbing onto the Italian's ankles. Goodness, Romano wanted to hide and crawl his way into a hole. It was embarrassing and ridiculous, a nation like him, terrified by harmless small creatures.
The Italian's fortune continued downhill; the enormous amount of turtles overwhelmed Romano. Absentmindedly limping over to the sofa, the Italian flopped onto the soft cushions. Memories of his experiences with turtles flooded the poor Italian's head before the nation lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was the unforgettable face of the Spaniard.
Dammit.....This must be my punishment for living with bastard Spain!
Antonio was really concerned. After a busy morning and comfortable siesta the Spaniard couldn't find Romano in his room. It was strange, usually the Italian would usually sleep in the Spaniard's own bedroom during siestas-even though the Italian consistently denied it. If there was any disturbance, Antonio would be pelted by tomatoes, however, Romano was gone.
"Hmmm....why isn't Romano here?"Could it be? Did Francis kidnap him again?
Panic struck through the Spaniard, if Francis did take him, there was no way Antonio would allow him take his precious lover/nation again. Romano was his esposa, and it was Antonio's duty to save him from any danger. Perhaps calling some allies would work; Gilbert would certainly help him, or even Arthur; he knew that the Englishman wanted to kick Francis' ass.
Antonio ran as fast as he could to the nearest telephone in his house-the living room. I will be the hero and save Romano, just maybe he'll would finally confess his love to me and we'll live happily ever after as married husband and-
"....E-Eh?"
Antonio stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of him. Somehow he was wrong about Francis kidnapping his esposa. The entire living room was swarmed by turtles-adorable and innocent green creatures. However, that wasn't what captured the Spaniard's attention.
It was his beloved Romano, huddled in the corner of the sofa, sleeping with turtles in his arms.
Antonio had to pinch himself, was he dreaming? Sunlight caressed the Italian's face, making the nation even more beautiful. The usual scowl was replaced by a peaceful frame, and the Italian soft breaths showed a completely different side to Antonio. And seeing the other nation embracing those turtles in a motherly gesture melted the Spaniard's heart.
"You're so beautiful Lovi..."
As if on cue, the Italian's eyes fluttered, and his mouth furrowed back into a slight scowl.
"Wake up Lovi~ You never told me that you loved cuddling with turtles."
If Antonio wasn't so mesmerized by the adorable sight of his lover, he would have chuckled at Romano's flabbergasted look. And indeed, his favorite Italian grew into a deep shade of tomato-red. Immediately, Romano sat upright and pried the creatures off and much to the two nation's dismay, clung tightly against Romano's shirt.
Awww Romano~ You're too cute!
"I-It's not what you t-think it is you bastard!" Romano shouted in embarrassment. Antonio was too busy paying attention to the Italian's flushed cheeks and soft pink lips.
"Dammit Spain, you bastard! Don't you dare fuck with me, I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you!" Somehow during Romano's rant, the Spaniard noticed the other nation clutching the turtles tightly against his chest. Antonio couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy.
"Lovi...." The Spaniard murmured softly, his eyes averting to Romano's entire body.
"..What the hell is it? Stop staring at me dammit!" The Italian clutched the turtles even tighter against his chest. That does it!
"Romano." Antonio commanded, "Which one is it? Me or the turtles?"
"...T-The fuck? What are you talking about you bastard-"
"Which one do you love more? Me or turtles?"
"......Um...dammit.."
The Italian merely lost the words to respond. Antonio took it as a yes and crashed his body against Romano's in a tight embrace.
"Oh, how I love you so Romano. You're too cute for words." The Italian punched him in reply.
"S-Shut it Spain..."
An idea clicked in Antonio's head.
"Hey Lovi~ Lets go name our children~" The Spaniard clearly heard the sputters and curses from his lover.
"...Just what are you talking about you bastard?"
"The turtles of course! They've grown quite an attachment to you!"
Despite his comment, Antonio narrowed his eyes and glared at the turtles, whom stared back at the nation with mischievous grins.
There was no way he was going to let them steal his lover. The battle was on.
Little did the Italian know that life was about to get hectic.
VE~ VE~ Finished xD Oh my~ Poor Romano~ ;D
The battle is on between Antonio and the turtles~ I wonder what the names should be for the turtles xD What did you guys think? R&R?