#amantebravo

[reallunargift]

could u draw me antonio dying in a glue trap thank you babe love you

toni dying in a glue trap

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It's FURBY not FURRY oh my GOD

Ehh? Come on now, learn to spell. Furby isn’t even a word.

[aux-armes-citoyens]

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Francis’ head ached and his body was sore for God know what reason, and standing up to make the morning coffee was starting to feel like simply too much effort. Just as he was about to go sit down with a cigarette, the patter of Antonio’s footsteps down the hall aroused an anger that was clouded by illness within him, and he huffs indignantly at the other for a greeting. How dare Toni hit on somebody right in front of his eyes! He starts to make the coffee angrily as the memories from last night return to him. 

[cacophonyofpersonalities]

  God, Romano hated to do this more than anything else he’s ever had to face up against before. At least with battles and politics there was always something there that proved a definitive reason to start getting pissed off at someone else -- but not this. When you began to accuse someone of doing something as egregious as cheating that was a grey area that many did not willingly cross unless they caught their partner in the act. 

 Here he was walking into Toni’s home like any other time -- at least to Spain. The familiarity of Romano coming in and just going about his business per usual as if it were his home. This time for Romano it was with anxiety and a heavy heart that he meandered through the rooms until he found Antonio. 

There he was; the love of his life.

A man who Romano had been beside for centuries and counting. The two had seen it all together and then some too. At some point or another the Italian would have thought maybe only an act of God was actually able to split them apart from one another. Well, now was the test to see if it was going to be some higher power or just Romano being unnecessarily paranoid about all the little things Spain was doing.

His heart was racing.

  “Antonio....” The brunette’s voice came out a little dimmer than he had meant for it to. “I need to talk to you about something very important so please, please, mio amore pay full attention.” With that Romano moved across the room to sit next to his bright as sunshine lover trying to quirk a smile on his lips. For just a moment he wrung his hands together trying to think of how to word everything that needed to be said that he made full sense.

  “...I’ve noticed you have been acting very different. Like ...someone else has taken your gaze and time...” So difficult to keep his voice leveled as even the slightest inference that this was all true, it hurt. “I was told by someone close to you that I need to be upfront with you about this.” He wasn’t very comfortable dropping Portugal’s name right now and not unless it needed to be explicitly stated.

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[damnprussia]

HEIST starter for @amantebravo

Gilbert frowns at Antonio across from him. He tilts his beer around a bit, contemplating what he’s hearing. “Look, Toni, dear friend. Just because I have a reputation for...taking things that don’t belong to me, and doing things I have been expressely been told not to do....doesn’t mean I’m willing to just break into some random guy’s estate and get this painting.” he sighed. “Sometimes things are taken from us, because that’s the cruelty of time...and we can’t always get them back.” He reached across the table idly and peered at the picture of the gentleman in question - a news article of him purchasing the artwork in question. “I know this guy,” he mumbled, eyes narrowed. “He cheated at poker back in 2019 in Monaco. I remember those shifty eyes. Can we kill him at the end of it?” Well, that was decided.

[meihuadao]

“Antonio, happy birthday! I know it’s not much, but I got you this box of chocolates from my place! Oh, and Andrea wanted me to give you this bottle of sweet vermouth, too!”

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[koninkrijkbelgie]

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They're right outside of the bar that they happened to meet each other at by pure chance. Antonio had been drinking and bragging about how many beautiful girls he was currently chasing when Goedele arrived in his view with a heavy hand on his shoulder. The sight of her terrified him at first, like a ghost might. Once realizing who it was he was overcome with guilt, and it showed on his face even now, here outside under the streetlights.

"Por favor, Gogo, let me explain. It was all a lie. I don't have all those girls I'm wooing, they... don't exist. I just didn't want to take anyone home tonight... so I made it up." He can't even meet her eyes, admitting this.

Goedele has no words for a few moments, seeing only red. That is, until Antonio speaks again and her hands release the fists balled up at the me; it’s re idea of him fucking around.

Not that she had any true claim to him in any real official way. Maybe the ferocity was a bit much; it’s hard to say at this very moment. The fire in her eyes says enough about her true passions. 

Arms cross at her bust, a frown clear as day. “What would you be boasting like this if it weren’t the case?” Clearly his truth would be considered, but only with evidence provided. 

[crownandcountry]

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“Actually, how about you join the Church of England? That would be rich.”

“I didn’t know you made beer. I’ll bet you’ve laced it with grapes and tomatoes.”

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