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Spamano-Don't Leave MeAnother argument. Well, it's not necessarily an argument, just Romano, shouting at Spain for no reason. He doesn't mean to do it, it's just all he knows. He's actually surprised that he put up with him. Romano wouldn't even be able to put up with himself. He actually hated himself. He hated the fact that he simply has no room in his heart for love. No matter how hard he tried. He does love Spain, he loves him more than he can say, literally. He tries so hard to tell him that, but all that comes out his mouth is insults and curses. Well, this time, Spain has had it. He's sick and tired of showing Romano love, and having it thrown back in his face harshly. If Romano wasn't going to love him back, there was no reason to stay. He was leaving. He wasn't coming back until Romano learned how to, not only love himself
What is love like? Prologue Have you ever felt what it's like to be unloved? To be tossed aside, to make room for someone else. To feel worthless and unwanted. Or to be second best at everything, no matter how hard you try. To have never been able to feel what love is like. Or to have never had friends. Well I have, and I'm sick of it! No matter what I do, I'll know that I'll never be the best at anything. Or to even be the best at the slightest at things. I never will be anything, but a waste of space.A nobody who everyone looks down at, and makes fun of. I'm nothing special, nor will I ever be to both me or anyone else. My own decisions bring me nothing but pain and misery. I cry all the time, and must seem pretty weak and useless.Wait a minute! I don't seem that way, because I know that I am. A coward who can't even stand on his two own feet with out crashing back down in a sea of pain and longing. I'll never know what joy feels like, or what happiness is like. My heart is nothing but a black h
Spamano: Spain's birthday... Literally?Antonio woke with a yawn. The sun beaming in through the window had woken him and he smiled to it happily. It would be a good day because it was his birthday. Lovino was always so much nicer on his birthday: he’d only head butt him no more than twice, he’d let him touch his curl for ten seconds, and he’d buy all the ingredients necessary for the Spaniard to ‘bake his own damn cake’. It was so perfect.Speaking of Lovino, Antonio rolled over to see his snoozing lover. Dark circles rested under his eyes as he slept. Oh, he must have been up all night preparing. So cute. Surely, Antonio would have to take him somewhere really nice for Valentine’s Day. Good thing he had already booked the reservations because for some reason Antonio had a habit of sleeping through the 13th of February, the day after his birthday. It had been happening ever since his crazy birthdays he had had decades ago. Thinking about it made him laugh. Arthur had been out to get him a