Book of War (3/?)
anonymous
December 19 2009, 12:44:10 UTC
Though Antonio gives him one anyway, a bit absentminded and with words that drift, but still. “I've been lapsing into indecency.” Antonio stares at the saint that smiles back at him, gentle and not judging, but the guilt is heavy and Ivan observes as Antonio bows his head, presses the rosary to his forehead and whispers, “he was so young,” unintentionally aloud. “Oh God,” and he's more hunched on the ground now, a hand reaching the floor to help support the weight of his sin, “so young
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Book of War (5a/?)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 11:04:29 UTC
Spain is not a book left open to read. The covers tell nothing but lies, promises of simple characterization and predictable denouements. And so they yawn and look the other way in search of something more interesting.
Ivan can admire that, really. Antonio is hiding in plain sight, turning away those who want to discuss the matter of Russia being hurt with a charming smile. He laughs, is oblivious and moves in a way that is so in sync with his surroundings that for a moment Ivan thinks even himself fooled.
But really, the way Antonio is not looking at him speaks louder than any other act he could pull. He's clever, he manages, but Ivan has caught him and there's not a smile that can make him less interested.
“Italy,” Ivan calls out, cheer on his face as the grumpier one, Antonio's favorite, turns to look at him. It's all perfect, the nation knows better not to ignore him since their bosses get along so well these days and Natalia is nowhere in sight. It's all perfect, because they are alone, yet he knows that Antonio is never
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Book of War (5b/?)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 11:16:35 UTC
Italy pulls his hand away quick, tears already starting to gather at the corners of his eyes as he inspects the damage. Ivan tries his best to look apologetic, which he thinks he fails when the look Italy gives him is that of fright, when Ivan takes the bleeding hand onto his own.
“I'm sorry,” he says, thinking that maybe it's wrong of him to smile right now, but he's just unable to keep it from his face. Italy shivers when Ivan runs his thumb over the wound to paint his own fingers red.
“There you are,” they can hear someone say, full of spirit and cheer, making them both look at Antonio who has rounded the corner. The look in his eye doesn't stay warm and content for long, when he sees Ivan so close to his former charge, but the smile on his face doesn't falter for a second.
“What's going on?” The man's voice is like honey, sweet and flowing just right, playing along with his body that doesn't hurry at all on its way over to them. The act is just so pleasant that it doesn't fool either of them, not even Italy who shivers at
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Book of War (5c/?)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 11:33:13 UTC
“But-” Italy tries, even if he does nothing to physically stop the man this time.
“Leave, Romano,” Antonio says with a smiling voice, even though Ivan can see his expression being furthest from it. He's sure Italy wouldn't argue back if he saw that, but all the Italian sees is Antonio's back, so he opens his mouth.
“Fuck you! Don't tell me what-” He starts his rant, about to attack his former boss with both words and violence, but stops short when Spain's voice fills the empty hallways.
“Le dije que te vayas!It's like a god lives in his voice, strong and powerful, most eager to force its believes onto you. Ivan almost laughs, thinking it was no wonder Antonio was so good at what he did, with his axe in hand and voice like thunder
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Re: Book of War (5c/?)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 14:20:16 UTC
Oh, it's on now! :D
I freakin love the way you write Spain. Most people make him out to be completely oblivious (which I really have no trouble with because it's adorable) while here, he's only pretending to be. Ah, so awesome!
Re: Book of War (5c/?)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 18:20:51 UTC
SO. HOT *nosebleeds all over* God, crazy!Spain is incredibly sexy, and masochistic!Russia is such a gloriously hot bastardXD. The mind games being played here are absolutely breathtaking...and all that play over poor innocent South Italy and blood...god. Favourite moment was when Spain's old Boss voice reappeared, even if the corrections of above reviewer are true ^^
Re: Book of War (5c/?)
anonymous
January 26 2010, 13:25:05 UTC
This is one of my favourite fics in the kink meme! Is so fucked up and amazing and...argggghhhh words fail me. I read some of the translated notes of Himaruya about the characters and he does say that Spain has another side to him, just like Russia. Well, it was kind of obvious cause he couldn't have been the most powerful country of the world at the time with cheery smiles all like "hello, I'm oblivious to everything! But it was good to see that is canon! Then I came back to read this fic again!8D
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Ivan can admire that, really. Antonio is hiding in plain sight, turning away those who want to discuss the matter of Russia being hurt with a charming smile. He laughs, is oblivious and moves in a way that is so in sync with his surroundings that for a moment Ivan thinks even himself fooled.
But really, the way Antonio is not looking at him speaks louder than any other act he could pull. He's clever, he manages, but Ivan has caught him and there's not a smile that can make him less interested.
“Italy,” Ivan calls out, cheer on his face as the grumpier one, Antonio's favorite, turns to look at him. It's all perfect, the nation knows better not to ignore him since their bosses get along so well these days and Natalia is nowhere in sight. It's all perfect, because they are alone, yet he knows that Antonio is never ( ... )
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“I'm sorry,” he says, thinking that maybe it's wrong of him to smile right now, but he's just unable to keep it from his face. Italy shivers when Ivan runs his thumb over the wound to paint his own fingers red.
“There you are,” they can hear someone say, full of spirit and cheer, making them both look at Antonio who has rounded the corner. The look in his eye doesn't stay warm and content for long, when he sees Ivan so close to his former charge, but the smile on his face doesn't falter for a second.
“What's going on?” The man's voice is like honey, sweet and flowing just right, playing along with his body that doesn't hurry at all on its way over to them. The act is just so pleasant that it doesn't fool either of them, not even Italy who shivers at ( ... )
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“Leave, Romano,” Antonio says with a smiling voice, even though Ivan can see his expression being furthest from it. He's sure Italy wouldn't argue back if he saw that, but all the Italian sees is Antonio's back, so he opens his mouth.
“Fuck you! Don't tell me what-” He starts his rant, about to attack his former boss with both words and violence, but stops short when Spain's voice fills the empty hallways.
“Le dije que te vayas!It's like a god lives in his voice, strong and powerful, most eager to force its believes onto you. Ivan almost laughs, thinking it was no wonder Antonio was so good at what he did, with his axe in hand and voice like thunder ( ... )
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Firstly: UPDATED YAY!!!
Secondly: I need you to continue like crazy!
The atmosphere here is really dangerous! *_*
Well written mindfuck is something I love so much. This fic is totally a treasure <3
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I freakin love the way you write Spain. Most people make him out to be completely oblivious (which I really have no trouble with because it's adorable) while here, he's only pretending to be. Ah, so awesome!
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Nice fill! ♥
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God, crazy!Spain is incredibly sexy, and masochistic!Russia is such a gloriously hot bastardXD. The mind games being played here are absolutely breathtaking...and all that play over poor innocent South Italy and blood...god.
Favourite moment was when Spain's old Boss voice reappeared, even if the corrections of above reviewer are true ^^
'when gullible'. poor, poor Romano
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