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my hand slipped
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
hey yall:,) since hetalia is still a thing I’ve been doing some soul-digging and accidentally decided to write for the first time in 5 years. it would mean a lot if yall would check this out.. first chapter is hella short.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), Germany/North Italy (Hetalia) Characters: South Italy (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia) Summary:
"The feeling of being in the mountains Is a dream of self-negation To see the world without us How it churns and blossoms Without anyone looking on"
It has always made sense to me, running away into a wood, tuning in to the trees; to lay down, pretend I was dead. To sink into the grass, breathing, feeling myself whither into the scope of the universe. I always feel like I could die right there, happy, and alone. I tell myself, it is the most I could hope for.
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Lovino spends his days hiding in his room, watching the landscaper boy disappear into the woods out back, and watching him return every evening. With a harrowingly destructive household, and a growing resentment for the yardboy's affection towards his brother, Lovino masks his longing into his writing, for what he hopes will be a manifesto to the end of his life.
hmmm spamano angst
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hey yall:') second chapter for my new spamano fic is out
I havent been in the writing game for years, so it would mean a lot if any of yall would check it out!
happy new years<3
Nobody knows how I try not to tell another lie, Anybody knows, in the end I'll find a secret land...
from a fic I wrote a long long time ago... the writing isn’t any good, sometimes I think about rewriting the whole thing, but it still holds a special place in my heart. also all my old art for it sucks