#devilishspaniard

[oldmanseneca]

We're not gonna be friends....we're gonna be besties!

[rolls his eyes] you wish, Antonio. Whatever. [blushing a tiny bit, was actually a little worried when he started that sentence]

[gangsofhetalia-blog]

yo could i get a short (4 days at max) hiatus? I have surgery tomorrow and will be out of wifi over the next few days

Oh, Lord! Of course! Please heal up well. You’ve been put on a two week hiatus!

We love you!ANTONIO IS ON HIATUS

-Mod Thug

[al-of-all-trades-blog]

🎸

❝There’s more than friendship in my eyes.❞

[marianneyounow]

Shopping Around - Luci, Toni, Francis

“And here we are~ My friend Antonio’s flower shop. If you see a short blonde, run. But the brunette will just give you a hug. That’s Toni. It looks like a nice place, right?” Francis was actually really proud of his friend’s accomplishments with this store.

[stilettosin]

✖

thirteen: my muse will send a fluffy text while half-asleep

[Text:] you’re suh a good henchman you’re alwasy there to do what is needed and so nice and i wish you were all like you but that won’t happen but thanks for doing good goodnight

[untaintedcorleone-blog]

“Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.”

“Well, you’re not an Ascendant, you can understand my concern. And kill is a strong word-- I was just gonna knock you out.”

[myladyliechtenstein]

ᕤ

119. “There’s a pothead running around with a pot on his head.”

[devilishspaniard-blog]

It was times like these where Antonio reconsidered his membership in a gang. Gang wars always shook him up, he would try to shy away from the action as much as he could. Take extra out of town errands, try to stay on the oppoite side of town than where the common attacks were. Whatever he could do until it was over, but then often regretted letting others take the front lines. Not this time, he would be available for orders this time.

Antonio stood outside his shop, perhaps someone would be looking for him, or he would see something. He had smuggled out some illegal plants earlier in the day, owning a flower shop was extremelu handy for that sort of thing. Perhaps someone would swing by about that as well. He wasn’t quite sure, and wasn’t sure where to start.

“I’ve been out of the game too long,” he muttered to himself. He sat on a chair near a cart of flowers, no sense tiring himself out just waiting,