Creative ways of saying 'I love you'.
anonymous
September 29 2009, 22:54:41 UTC
In every language they can memorize. written in shaving cream on the mirror, to be seen in the morning. Their national flower tucked behind their ear in the morning ..
I just want pure fluff here. Pairing is really up to anon, though I really really really REALLY would love to see either Spain/Romano, Greece/Japan, Canada/Ukraine, or Latvia/Liechtenstein.
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [1/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 04:57:06 UTC
Hi, hi. I doubt this what you were requesting, but I started writing this as a series of one-shots and it completely ran away from me. ^o^;
Also, it's not done yet. Might finish tomorrow, but I just transferred it all to text and figured I should post what's done so far. :)
Warnings for ooc-ness like woah.
That stupid bastard. Romano groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling a pillow up over his ears. Light guitar music floated in from the yard below, interspersed with little clangs of pebbles thrown against his window
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [3/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:02:42 UTC
I could call the cops, I guess, but... well... it's kinda nice too. I haven't been paid this much attention to in ever, and I guess I did miss him a little... He makes me feel sorta important, you know? God, I just wish he would act like a damn normal person for once!
Italy, I really need a second opinion.
Staying away from Germans at least, Romano
Romano was more careful opening his mailbox this time. He took a cursory glance around, stuffed the letter inside and bolted back to the door, far too aware of light snores coming from the bushes closest to him
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [4/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:04:57 UTC
If Romano was shocked to wake up and find his room sparkly clean, he was completely mortified to look around further and see Spain sleeping like a cat at his feet. He leapt out of bed with a (totally manly) shriek, eliciting only sleepy protests from the older nation
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [5/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:06:08 UTC
He couldn't go anywhere without Spain anymore. Snuck off to a bar one night to try and drown his worries, and there was Antonio getting the bartender to send him drinks and little napkins with "I Love You" ripped in them through the whole night. His garden, once full of vegetables, had gone a little untended in recent years. He sought refuge there too, but was shocked (albeit pleasantly) to see the weeds pulled and new fences planted for new little tomato vines to grow their way up. But, of course, the rows had been dug to spell out "I Love You" from above
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [6/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:07:59 UTC
Romano couldn't even find words to express his surprise. He hit the radio off and quickly rolled the window back up. Not like it mattered; everything Spain had touched was waterlogged by now
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [7/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:10:46 UTC
Ew, why is this so long all of a sudden? D:
"I just remembered, mi tomate. I love how your hair looks when it's wet."
"Wh-what? Bastard! The hell, that's not a reason!"
"What did you expect?" he shrugged sheepishly. "People do foolish things for love."
"I swear to God, if you say it one more time..."
"And I love you, Lovino~"
And Romano's door slammed in his face for the millionth time. But it was okay, because he'd seen the blush this time. Not just an angry rush of blood to the head- this was definitely a blush. And on his little tomato, for him? That made anything worth it
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [8/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:14:30 UTC
"Romano, Lovino, I don't know what I did to you. I really don't, and I'm sorry, because I guess I should. I always tried to be good to you, I swear."
"Well you sucked at it," Romano grumbled, crossing his arms and trying to block out how tightly Spain was holding him. Hell if his face wasn't red as a damn tomato by now, anyway, but... did Spain have to be that close? He could practically feel breath on his neck- no, scratch that, he actually could.
"I never listened to you, didn't you say that? I've been listening now, I really have. I didn't appreciate you? You wish I had hit you? I'm not an empathetic heart, Lovi. I don't understand."
Of course he didn't understand. He never understood. He never did anything right, dammit! And his head was on Romano's shoulder, and he was kind of swaying, and it was exactly the opposite position he ever wanted to be in with Spain, and Romano could hardly breathe and God only knew why
( ... )
100 Ways to Woo an Italian [9/?]
anonymous
October 5 2009, 05:16:34 UTC
To his horror, Spain's arms were unwound and pushed back to him while Romano took a few steps back.
"For once in your life, how about thinking with your brain, huh bastard? This is... a lot. Dammit. A lot. So just... give me some time, or something."
Spain crossed his arms with a smile, falling back into his beat without missing a step. He'd actually been scared of flat-out rejection for a second... but Lovino really was such a girl, wasn't he? Adorable~
"You don't need to ask me for time, Lovi. I already told you, I'll wait a hundred years."
"H-Hey, now, no! That means no flowers, too. And no songs and no non-con massages and no fan mail and no... I mean, can't you just-?"
"Uh-uh. Lovino, I set down my rules first, didn't I? I'll leave you alone, but no more than before. I'm not going anywhere, mi tomate."
Romano buried his face in his palm with a sigh. Spain just smiled and shrugged.
"And, um... also, I'd really appreciate it if I could keep sleeping inside."
~*~
Um... I've got about a thousand more ways to say 'ilu
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written in shaving cream on the mirror, to be seen in the morning.
Their national flower tucked behind their ear in the morning ..
I just want pure fluff here. Pairing is really up to anon, though I really really really REALLY would love to see either Spain/Romano, Greece/Japan, Canada/Ukraine, or Latvia/Liechtenstein.
Please, anon? ; w ;
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Also, it's not done yet. Might finish tomorrow, but I just transferred it all to text and figured I should post what's done so far. :)
Warnings for ooc-ness like woah.
That stupid bastard. Romano groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling a pillow up over his ears. Light guitar music floated in from the yard below, interspersed with little clangs of pebbles thrown against his window ( ... )
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Why won't you listen to me~?"
"Because I don't want you serenading me, asshole!"
Greatest lines ever. Not even joking. That was amazing.
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"Sweet sweet tomato, please please please please~
Why won't you listen to me~?"
"Because I don't want you serenading me, asshole!"
Greatest lines ever. Not even joking. That was amazing.
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Italy, I really need a second opinion.
Staying away from Germans at least,
Romano
Romano was more careful opening his mailbox this time. He took a cursory glance around, stuffed the letter inside and bolted back to the door, far too aware of light snores coming from the bushes closest to him
~*~
Dear Lovino ( ... )
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XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD
Best line from Romano. Ever XD XD
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"I just remembered, mi tomate. I love how your hair looks when it's wet."
"Wh-what? Bastard! The hell, that's not a reason!"
"What did you expect?" he shrugged sheepishly. "People do foolish things for love."
"I swear to God, if you say it one more time..."
"And I love you, Lovino~"
And Romano's door slammed in his face for the millionth time. But it was okay, because he'd seen the blush this time. Not just an angry rush of blood to the head- this was definitely a blush. And on his little tomato, for him? That made anything worth it ( ... )
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"Well you sucked at it," Romano grumbled, crossing his arms and trying to block out how tightly Spain was holding him. Hell if his face wasn't red as a damn tomato by now, anyway, but... did Spain have to be that close? He could practically feel breath on his neck- no, scratch that, he actually could.
"I never listened to you, didn't you say that? I've been listening now, I really have. I didn't appreciate you? You wish I had hit you? I'm not an empathetic heart, Lovi. I don't understand."
Of course he didn't understand. He never understood. He never did anything right, dammit! And his head was on Romano's shoulder, and he was kind of swaying, and it was exactly the opposite position he ever wanted to be in with Spain, and Romano could hardly breathe and God only knew why ( ... )
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"For once in your life, how about thinking with your brain, huh bastard? This is... a lot. Dammit. A lot. So just... give me some time, or something."
Spain crossed his arms with a smile, falling back into his beat without missing a step. He'd actually been scared of flat-out rejection for a second... but Lovino really was such a girl, wasn't he? Adorable~
"You don't need to ask me for time, Lovi. I already told you, I'll wait a hundred years."
"H-Hey, now, no! That means no flowers, too. And no songs and no non-con massages and no fan mail and no... I mean, can't you just-?"
"Uh-uh. Lovino, I set down my rules first, didn't I? I'll leave you alone, but no more than before. I'm not going anywhere, mi tomate."
Romano buried his face in his palm with a sigh. Spain just smiled and shrugged.
"And, um... also, I'd really appreciate it if I could keep sleeping inside."
~*~
Um... I've got about a thousand more ways to say 'ilu ( ... )
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this was fantastic! oh, boys. ♥
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And there's more? God yes.
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