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lovino calling antonio papi has plagued me for days. snaps fingers in front of his face, “focus, papi” or corrects him like “no, damn - papi, look ffs.” he does it so casually and comfortably too, treats it like just another pet name. antonio’s blood sings when he does it, too.

#@doomspiral look what youve done #hetalia #spamano #aph spain #aph south italy #im so ruined for them

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gnight

#love it when the marriage is a funeral absolutely delicious #pruliet

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A scene from my first serious hetalia fic that just won't ever leave my mind.

Century Lost To Memory (polpru)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44474320

#i think i've promised you 12 firstborns at this rate but have another one doom. 13 #polpru

i hope you'll forgive me for mass reblogging your spain drawing. it will continue

i’m honoured!! ❤️

#kisskisscantfallinlove #salt replies

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Thinking about nyo!cardverse!lietpru

#the prettiest girls are the most deranged #lietpru #hetalia

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Emergency Commissions/Donations

I need to move, again. This is mostly for school and because of my timeline, I can't go to the job store. I have had multiple people ask about commissions in the past, so now is the chance to jump me and make me draw your ship or your favorite little guy/gal/etc or your OC or what have you.

NSFW is okay but I need some sort of confirmation you are 18 or older. It does not have to be Hetalia.

Payment through Paypal or Venmo please.

Prices are starting points for one character (or two in the case of the ship chibis), more information in the linked form. Please understand that I was an illustrator and commission artist for 6 years and these prices are slashed due to urgency. If you feel led to pay more, I will be grateful.

Everything Happens So Much: I need to move again and I do not have time to go do housekeeping like I had planned on. Help. SFW and NSFW are

you can also just throw me $5 and wish me the best, that will help with gas at the very least.

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— unpublished | work in progress | spamano

#spamano #hetalia #aph south italy #aph spain #antonio fernandez carriedo #lovino vargas #writing #hws south italy #hws spain #spain x south italy #edit

Did you ever wrote from a request?

Sorry.

Have a lucky day!

hey! yes, i’m open to requests :)

#salt replies #anonymous

he's already bent sideways & back for you, lovi 🍹

#aph south italy #hws south italy #lovino vargas #south italy #hetalia #spamano #off camera anyway as always

pairing: antonio/lovino theme: lifeguards, liars, & seasalt

summer sinks into lovino’s skin, and the morning slaughters itself across the shoreline. it’s as warm as warm days come, salt wetting his upper lip, a leg hinged over the other; he’s been there for hours, hoping the heat will temper tomorrow’s monday. it never does, and he never learns, and the beach still organises itself one folding wave after the next.

a paper coffee cup is pushed into the sand beside him, the double espresso too shallow to need the size, too hot to drink, too dark to remove the stained-proof of it on his swimsuit. lovino closes his eyes, feels the peeling burn behind them; the sun sits inside him, miele, a honeycomb heat that might just kill him.

“hey!”

or might make me kill instead.

lovino doesn’t open his eyes, not until a cool silhouette eclipses him.

“what?” he snaps, italian sharpening his tongue. it takes a moment to focus, but green eyes and brown skin meet him halfway, a scar notching over the man’s smile. a drop of sea water hits lovino’s cheek; the man’s soaked, lashline heavy and dark, mouth vibrant.

“just checking that you weren’t asleep,” is the english response, “you’re close to the water, the tide’s going to rise soon.”

“madre de dio, i wasn’t born last night,” lovino hisses, wipes the water off with the back of his hand. “jesus, get out of my face, you’re wet!”

the man laughs and pulls back, enough space between them for lovino to notice the cherry-skin shorts. lifeguard. “lo siento.”

“do you want me to just fuck off?” lovino sits up, knocking over the coffee with his elbow. they watch the liquid sink down into the sand for a long, silent second. “great. grande. i’m going home.”

“but it’s a good day!”

“not good enough,” lovino mumbles and works his body to a stand. the man’s wet hand finds his wrist.

“really, you shouldn’t go—” he’s smiling, but there’s something calmer about it. “enjoy it.”

lovino looked back at him. the way those eyes lid, the seams of his mouth pushing in to tame a smile. and then it strikes like a pulled rubber band. lovino’s brow hitches. “are you coming onto me?”

the man’s laugh is baritone thick. “i’m on the job!”

lovino stares. “right. and now that you’ve saved me from—what, getting my toes wet? you should focus on the kid about to meet his maker.”

the man’s face hardens, head snapping to the sea. a whistle nearly knocks lovino off his feet. he almost regrets the lie. almost. “do that when you’re not inches from my ear, stronzo.”

“maybe don’t bluff, then,” the man chastises, a little peeved himself. “i’m antonio. you?”

lovino sneers. “what’s it to you?”

antonio leans in, annoyance forgotten and smile smitten, disingenuous. “everything.”

lovino’s burnt skin hides his shame. “fuck off, who has that worked on?”

“you, for starters,” antonio chuckles, wipes down his damp curls with a hand. “want to see how well it works after hours?”

lovino scoffs, but he keeps the amusement apparent. “testing the waters?”

antonio grins. “testing the waters.”