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Hey, my darling new Hetalia friends! I have decided since I am sans homework this weekend, and you're all new to my LJ, I thought I'd have a kissing meme! I haven't hosted one in a while, so I'm gonna have three of them. This one will be for Hetalia, and I'll have one for comics and one for Final Fantasy and all it's side games (which includes a loop hole for the whole Kingdom Hearts series, <3)! I'll link them when I post them. SO, on to the rules to a kissing meme!

1. There must be a kiss of some sort.
2. Can be romantic, platonic, to an inanimate object...
3. Crack is good; romance is good; ALL is GOOD!
4. Smut's okay, but warnings for smut are even better.
5. I don't mind spoilers, ever, but others might mind so spoiler warnings when needed.
6. Make requests, fill requests, just post a fic; do whatever, but try to fill some requests if you make a bunch of requests, if you can. :)
7. If any prompts strike your interest to write but have been filled, more than one fill is okay!
8. START! Like, now! ^-^

EDIT: Fanfics created by this meme so far. (11 fics as of 04/10/11 - 09:55AM)

"Speaking in tongues", France/Canada, NC-17 implied by [ profile] batstalker
Instigator, Austria/Switzerland + Hungary, PG by [ profile] shiny_glor_chan
Untitled, Sweden/Poland, G by [ profile] shantari
Untitled, America/Canada, PG by [ profile] macos1508
Untitled, Japan+Italy+Germany, G by [ profile] skyjennie
Untitled, Hungary/Prussia + Germany/Italy, PG by [ profile] gimladen
pomodoro, Spain + Chibi!Romano, G by [ profile] calciseptine
Untitled, Prussia/Russia, G by [ profile] schizounicorn
Untitled, Sweden/Finland, PG by [ profile] shantari
Napoli-Lazio 04/03/11, Spain/Romano, PG-13 Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3 w/ Notes by [ profile] shiny_glor_chan
Untitled, Russia + Alaska, G by azurelunatic

EDIT 2: And we have art now too! <3 (1 artfill as of 04/03/11 - 03:35PM)

Untitled, Greece + kitty, G by [ profile] seatapp

Date: 2011-04-01 01:21 pm (UTC)
ext_107527: (Hungary/Prussia: Back Off)
From: [identity profile]
Hungary/Prussia, a kiss of her fist to his face maybe she'll kiss it better

First time writing in English OTL

Date: 2011-04-02 09:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Prussia, what the hell are you doing here?” Hungary hissed angrily.

"I could ask you the same question” Prussia responded, smirking in a way she hated so much.

They were now hiding in the bushes, while Italy and Germany were standing nearby. She couldn’t help herself – those two were so cute together, she could watch them all day. But Hungary didn’t want Prussia to know that.

“I’m just… looking for something I dropped here” she answered.

Prussia just laughed, but luckily Italy and Germany didn’t hear him.

"Like I would believe that. It’s so obvious you’re stalking those two.”

“I-I’m not stalking! Anyway, you haven’t said what are you doing here yet” she tried to change the topic.

“Kesesese, I, being the awesome brother I am, am taking care of West so he won’t fuck up anything during his date with little Italy.”

Hungary just sighed angrily.

“I can’t believe it. And you’re suspecting me of stalking.”

“Someone so awesome like me wouldn’t do such things like stalking. Even if, I would do in an awesome way, unlike other people.” Prussia said, with a malicious grin on his face.

That was it. She could barely stand his presence, but his cockiness was making her sick. Without thinking, she slammed him in a face with her fist, sending him flying out of the bushes.
Germany and Italy stood there, Germany in a deep shock, Italy in confusion.

“Ve, Germany, why is Prussia jumping out of the bushes like that?”

“Better question would be, what he did there in a first place…”

Meanwhile, Prussia stood up, looking really pissed.

“What the fuck woman, why did you hit me? Right in my awesome face!”

Germany looked puzzled.

“What?” he asked, looking at the bushes.

Hungary just stood up and dusted herself off, like nothing happened. Thanks to that idiot she had to leave her hiding spot.

“West, that girl is sick! She was-“

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. Hungary gave him the most charming smile he ever saw.

“Sorry, I hope you’re alright” she said still smiling.

He was speechless. He knew he was so awesome and irresistible, but why so suddenly-
Still smiling, Hungary leaned towards him.

“If you tell them, I swear I’ll kill you” she whispered into his ear in a sweet voice.

With that said, she gave him one last smile before turning around and walking away, leaving him with a burning cheek and demanding answers Germany.

Sorry for typos and mistakes ^^''Hope you'll enjoy.

Date: 2011-04-01 02:20 pm (UTC)
ext_107527: (Nom nom tomato)
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Greece, cats, kitty kisses I blame this; what the hell, Greece...? @_@ (

Date: 2011-04-03 07:17 pm (UTC)
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I didn't watch the video because my computer is too crappy, but anyway!

Hope this is kissy enough! That's how kitties kiss. ^^


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I-I'm new to this kind of stuff

Date: 2011-04-01 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I-I don't understand, may I be enlightened as to how 'memes' work? Ohh, please don't hurt me. ;_;

Re: I-I'm new to this kind of stuff

Date: 2011-04-01 04:08 pm (UTC)
ext_107527: (FrUK: Heart in Hands)
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*giggles* Well, the term meme can mean just about anything. I don't know what it means, but I know how to use it in certain contexts? XD Just follow the rules and do what I did, then maybe someone will write a fic for your prompt! <3

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"Aaaah," Canada sighed, feeling exhausted as he pulled the covers over himself and Kumajirou, "Today was a busy day, wasn't it Kumichirou?"

"I'm Kumajirou"

"Meetings, cooking, playing catch, baseball, football, basketball, then catch again..." Canada could almost hear the bruises on the bruises of his bruises laughing, "but it was nice; spending time with brother," he paused, waiting for an answer that didn't come, "Well, goodnight, Kumajiri"

"I'm Kumajirou"

After a short silence, Canada spoke again, "Aren't you going to say goodnight too?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada," he stated for the hundredth time, his voiced muffled by his pillow as he slipped into sleep.

"iiiyyyAAAH!" a long scream echoed through the house, "BAM!BAM!BAM!" and several doors slammed loudly, coming closer and closer until light flooded Canada's room as his door was slammed open too.

"Waah!" Canada exclaimed, jumping abruptly up.

"CAAAAANNNAAADDDAAAA!" shouted what really resembled America's voice, before Canada's whole bed shook as a massive weight collapsed on it.

"Brother?! Wh-what's wrong?"

America's head slowly surfaced from under the covers, his face red and teeth clattering" Ah...ah... ahahahahah! Isn't it obvious? Y-You must be scared in this big, creepy house, all those mirrors and TVs - did you know ghosts can get out of those?!" America looked around quickly, before turning back to the dumbfounded Canada and assuming a not-convincing-at-all confident expression, "S-So the hero came to the rescue!"

"Y-you don't really need to-"

"No! No! It's fine! Nothing embarrassing in admitting you are scared of ghosts, Canada! Ahahahah! Just leave everything to the hero!" He pointed at himself, smiling heroically before hiding back into the covers, as the wind whispered what America would have sworn was his name. "J-just lay back down go to sleep. The hero can handle it."

Feeling a little unsure, Canada did as he was told, laying down and closing his eyes, before a pair of shaking arms wrapped around him, nearly crushing him, " Guh," the pain-filled groan came all the way from his darkest bruises, "B-brother.." he begged, while trying to wriggle away. Canada's sad situation was promptly ignored by America in favour of his own angst.
After a long silence and many escape attempts made by Canada, America finally spoke again, in a shaky voice, "So, what have you been doing lately?"

"...I spent the day with you, brother."

"Ah! Really?"


It took a few more seconds of wriggling before Canada gave up, realizing it was his own fault for inviting America to stay for the night after watching 'The Ring', "Goodnight, brother," he sighed and closed his eyes, before feeling something pressing against his skin.

"Mwaah!" America kissed his cheek loudly before saying chirpily, "Goodnight, Canada!"

Canada could feel a smile blossom on his face at the unexpected reply and suddenly America's crushing fear-fueled grip seemed much more like a simple hug, "...goodnight," he said again, slowly falling into a restful sleep as his bruises complaints were forgotten.

And so, the next few minutes peacefully passed before America realized that new creepy sound just might be Canada snoring.

"Canadaa, don't fall asleep before me!" Started the whining and kicking.

"But I'm tired..."

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"So, Mon petit fantôme, I hear there's one part of you that speaks my mother language." France's whisper is so close to Canada's ear that he can't help but shiver. That it makes his hair curl, and his glasses skew, and he can't -breathe- , he's not used to being so crowded.

"I-I'm sorry?"

The kisses start. They ghost down his neck and head towards places that make him as successively white and red as his flag. His glasses fall on the floor and he moans softly, fingers scrabbling at the wall.

"I don't know much about you, little Canada. It might take me a long time to find the Place I'm speaking about... But I'm hoping it's the part I'm thinking of...."

"A-ahn- I-"

"Then we shall have a long conversation, no? All About sharing tongues. "


Lol, I'm in Quebec.

Edited Date: 2011-04-01 04:51 pm (UTC)

It's.. worth a try, I guess. o_o;;

Date: 2011-04-02 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spain/chibi!Romano: Tomatoes.

It's just a tiny kiss, right? Not necessarily pedo-ish, right? *is shot*


Date: 2011-04-02 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Spain sinks his teeth into the season's first ripe tomato, washed clean with cool water. The skin gives and the sweetness of the red fruit explodes on his tongue. He does not know why he is surprised when he hears the patter of feet across the stone floor nor when a small body collides with his right leg.

"Pomodoro?" Romano asks, his tiny fingers curled in the fine linen of Spain's trousers. His soft face is tilted upwards and drawn into its normal scowl; Spain swallows his sigh.

"Es un tomate, Romanito," Spain replies. Romano's grip tightens against the swell of his thigh. "Say it in my language, and I will give it to you."

Romano's face scrunches, his tiny button nose crinkling. "Pomodoro!" he cries again.

"I hardly know why I bother," Spain mutters to himself. He gently disentangles Romano's young fingers and crouches, holding the tomato in one hand out of Romano's reach. "Habla tomate."

Romano regards Spain warily before he opens his mouth and enunciates, "Po—mo—do—ro."

Though a patient man and a stubborn country, Spain knows when to admit defeat. With another put-upon sigh, he hands his treat to his ward; he's resigned to forever giving all his tomatoes to the greedy little boy for as he lives in this house. He moves to stand and grab another from the basket when Romano grabs a fistful of hair.

"Aie!" Spain hisses. "Romanito—"

Spain should know, after all these years, that he should not be so surprised by Romano's surprises. Still, when Romano kisses him, short and sweet and sticky from tomato juice, it knocks all the air from his lungs.

"Grazie," Romano whispers when he pulls away, and runs back out the arched and open doorway.

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Date: 2011-04-02 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
U-Umm... I don't wanna be evil but...

Austria/Switzerland/Austria (I don't care who is seme and who's uke): "Hey Switzerland! Our relationship should... No, MUST be better since our people gets married with each other and..." "OH SHUT UP!!" and then... Kiss?? C'mon, I know that's the best way 8D

P.S.: I feel horrible because I suck writing in English Drop* So... Please don't hate me if you find mistakes if I want to fill a request x'DD
ext_107527: (Hetalia: Prussia/Hungary/Austria)
From: [identity profile]



“...what did you just say?”

A flush appeared high on Austria's cheeks. “You heard me the first time,” he replied stoically.

Switzerland pursed his lips in annoyance. “Yes, but I'm sure I heard you wrong, Austria.”

“No. No, you haven't,” Austria stated, looking as if he wanted to fidget, but his prim and proper nature kept him from doing so.

“Then,” Switzerland began, eying Austria suspiciously, “you actually think our relationship should be better because our people tend to marry often enough?”

Austria fixed his eyes on Switzerland's. “Yes,” he said, willing himself not to break eye contact.

After a few moments of an intense staring contest, Switzerland broke eye contact, a blush rising to his cheeks. “I don't know why you'd care...” he muttered.

Austria coughed and looked away. “Well, I...” he stammered, trailing off.

“Well, what?” Switzerland snapped unintentionally.

Austria glanced back at Switzerland with a slight scowl. “Oh, never mind-”

“Kiss already, dammit!” a voice shouted from the bushes.

Both countries' heads turned towards the bushes behind them where the noise had emanated from. The voice had sounded familiar, which caused Austria to pale. It took Switzerland a moment longer to recognize the voice, but once he had, he whipped out his gun.

“Hungary, what are you doing in my bushes?” he asked.

With a sigh, Hungary stood up, dusting stray leaves off her skirt. “I'm not in your bushes,” she said with a huff. “They're Mr. Austria's bushes, thank you very much.”

Switzerland noted that she was right and lowered his gun. He couldn't shoot if she wasn't on his territory; that'd be seen as an act of war, and ever neutral, he definitely didn't need to start a war. Hungary grinned when she saw him holster his gun while Austria groaned behind him.

“Hungary, why were you watching us?” Austria questioned, his voice tight.

“I was just making sure you two wouldn't muck things up!” she exclaimed. “Now, back to what you were doing. Mr. Austria, you were going to kiss Switzerland.”

“What!?” Switzerland shouted. “Why would he want to do that?”

Hungary giggled. “What other reason would he be talking about romantic relationships between your peoples if he didn't want to instigate one of his own?”

Switzerland begrudgingly found sense in Hungary's logic as he glanced back at Austria, whose cheeks were burning with embarrassment. “Hungary, I would prefer it if you went back home. We will have a serious talk when I return,” he managed to say without stumbling over his words.

“Okay, Mr. Austria, whatever you say,” she chirped, giving the man a wink before scurrying off.

“I apologize for...” Austria trailed off when Switzerland gave a quick kiss to his lips. “I- What was that for?”

“You weren't going to do it,” Switzerland grunted, trying to will his flushed cheeks to not be so red. “If one of us hadn't, I don't think Hungary would give either of us any peace. I rather enjoy peace.”

Austria nodded slowly. “Ah, true,” he stammered before licking his lips. “Perhaps... Perhaps, we should try that again, just in case? I am all for keeping the peace.”

Switzerland cocked an eyebrow at that, but he nodded his assent, allowing Austria to lean in for another kiss, and this one lasted longer.
Edited Date: 2011-04-02 05:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-02 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Sweden/Poland: 'Good morning' kiss
please don't kill me*runs away*

First time writing Poland.

Date: 2011-04-02 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Poland was soo not up for these early sunrises at Sweden's place. He wasn't up for early rising in general to be honest. He'd rather just bury himself deeper into the covers than anything else. But then he heard a low, rumbling, grunt, and felt a nose and a pair of lips nuzzling into his hair.

"Go'morron," Sweden whispered into his ear.

"Dzień dobry," Poland answered, thinking that maybe early mornings could be worth it some times.

Re: First time writing Poland.

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Date: 2011-04-02 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ummm... :3

Prussia/Canada/Prussia: maple kisses at night under the stars~

Date: 2011-04-02 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Something fluffy with Italy kissing Germany and Japan.

Date: 2011-04-02 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Ve~" Italy walks with a bounce in his steps and his curl is now shaped into a heart. He is smiling hugely- He is in very good mood. He wonders what to do in this happy mood. He wants to share his mood with his two very good friends.

You know they are.

Yup, you guessed it. His friends radar was beeping as he saw two figures coming towards hm; they were talking about their own things.

He ran towards them, shouting "GERMANY~~~~ VE!VE!!!!! JAPANSAN~"

He was waving his arms to get their attention and then closer, closer they notice him and then gave Italy small smiles with warmest manner.

Italy was so happy to have those two as his friends and returns the favour by kissing those two.

Germany was the first to be kissed- Italy's mouth attacks Germany's cheeks with three or four kisses including on the mouth. And Germany was very surprised; his cheeks are now flaming red.

"I-italy! What the hell.... are you... doing?" He was saying this in soft but firm voice. He koffs because it was an awkward moment. Japan was like in awe. He wants to take pictures but he have no camera on him sadly.

Italy says, "A favour to pay you back, Herr GermanY~~~~~"

He is rocking on his heels, smiling like a lot. And then he directed more kissing to Japan-san by doing same thing but more gentler.

"Japan-san~ and Herr Germany~~~~~~~ I love you a lot. A lot!!!!"

Japan was blushing and he tries not to react in a huge way like flailing his arms, because it was not a japanese thing.

He covers his mouth with his yukata sleeve.

italy then hugs them both and keeps rubbing his face into their chests. Germany and Japan hugs Italy and stays there for very long time.

the end<3

(hopefully, it is fluffy.)

Date: 2011-04-02 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
France/England - England is planning on snatching 'someone''s heart with his snogging prowess. Sadly, the only person that comes to mind as a possible 'kissing tutor' is the very same country whose heart he wants to snatch - France.

Date: 2011-04-02 10:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

A quick kiss, followed by plenty of moe moe kyun embarassment

Date: 2011-04-02 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I had to delete my last comments because the formatting was trollling me.
Quick fill is quick. I hope you like it anyways:

“The sun sure is warm today, da?”

Prussia glanced behind him; Russia was walking towards him, quickly. Shit. It didn’t take long for the round-faced Slav to come up right behind Prussia, looming over him like a smiling tree.

Prussia turned to face Russia, tugging at his collar awkwardly. “Uh, yeah, it’s nice. I’m trying to write a letter to West, okay. He needs some awesome advice from his awesome big bro. Why doncha go pick sunflowers or something.”

Russia placed a massive hand on Prussia’s shoulder, “But I want to stay here and say good mourning to you!” he practically whined. Prussia’s face was burning red, he didn’t want to believe it, but he was attracted to Russia. He loved his stupid round face and his stupid lilac eyes and his stupid childish exuberance. Gott, this was not awesome; this man had, after all, reduced a former Teutonic Knight to an awkward, blushing mess.

Suddenly, Russia’s face loomed even closer. “Oh, Prussia, your face is all red.”

“No its not!” and he was silenced with a soft peck on the lips.

"You liked that, da?” Russia chirped. Prussia could only open and close his mouth awkwardly. Sure, it felt great, but he didn’t want to admit it. Unable to cope with his happiness and embarrassment, Prussia turned around, abruptly.

“Okay, I will see you later, Prussia.”

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Date: 2011-04-02 11:10 pm (UTC)
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Sweden/Finland: A kiss on the battlefield between this epic battle couple.
Bonus points if Finland instigates it.


Date: 2011-04-03 04:48 pm (UTC)
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"HAKKAA PÄÄLLE!!" Finland shouted as his blade svung about, slashing through the enemy soldiers. The rush of battle adrenaline was gving him the same wonderful inebriated feeling that a bottle of vodka could provide, but without the hangover. Having finished his pass throgh, he turned his sweaty steed back to flank up with Sweden again.

"We're sure showing them, aren't we?" Finland was grinning towards his stoic comrade.

"Nn." Sweden grunted in his usual no-comment way.

Finland would have gotten a bit irritated that Sweden had to be so not caught up in the now of the heat of the battle, like he himself was. Instead Sweden seemed to be contemplating something, and Finland would have almost feared it to be yet another surprise retreat. But Finland was into good a mood right now to feel either irritation or fear. The adrenaline kept him on edge, and he suddenly felt that he had the best idea ever, so he pulled Sweden down by the collar of his uniform and planted a kiss on his lips.

The kiss was rough and a bit sloppy, as they were both still in their respective saddles, and the difference in height between them managed to get more pronounced that way. Not to mention that Finland was still a bit breathless, so he kept gasping into the kiss. But Sweden, who had been caught completely by surprise, found himself enjoying the kiss immensely, and really getting into it as he cupped the smaller man's head with his gloved hands. Finland liked the feel of battleworn leather carressing his neck, so he returned the favor by carressing Sweden's cheeks with his own gloved hands.

Eventually they broke off the kiss, and just looked at each other for a while. Then Sweden returned his attention to the battlefield, pointing at a skirmish further away.

"Need our suppo't."

"Right on it!" And Finland rode ahead with another battle cry, Sweden tight on his heels.


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Date: 2011-04-03 05:16 pm (UTC)
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Russia/Alaska paternal love + America

Russia kissing little Alaska goodbye before giving him to America. Cute or sad, I like both.

Date: 2011-04-10 06:50 am (UTC)
azurelunatic: University of Alaska Fairbanks's Elvey Building (UAF)
From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
"What if I'm lonely?" Alaska asked, hiding behind the tails of his father's long coat. "I don't want to go."

"Everyone grows up," Russia said, turning and scooping up Alaska. In a rare display of affection, he pushed back Alaska's kuspuq hood to kiss the little boy on the forehead. "When I see you again, you will be a man."

Alaska tried very hard not to cry as his father set him down again, and gave him a gentle shove toward America. "I will make you proud!" he called as he was led away.

I blame watching Series A soccer right now...

Date: 2011-04-03 08:00 pm (UTC)
ext_107527: (Cannavaro nude with ball)
From: [identity profile]
Any/Any (preferably Europeans), impulsive hard kiss after a spectacular goal
ext_107527: (Hetalia: Spamano Hug)
From: [identity profile]
Spain had a feeling Italians were very different at a soccer game than anywhere else at any other time. The cowardice that was usually associated with them banished completely, and what was left was truly frightening. Well, to a foreigner or if you weren't rooting for the team whose section you were sitting in, Italians had become a force to be reckon with, and for some reason, many of them seemed to have fireworks...

“Lovi, why didn't you bring Feli instead of me?” he questioned cautiously, backtracking at the look Romano shot him. “Not that I don't love spending time with my Lovino, but wouldn't Feli know more about 'Serie A' than me?”

Romano scowled, and Spain breathed a sigh of relief when he caught on that the scowl wasn't meant for him. “Him? That bastard wants Lazio to win to help out his team in the points! He's no brother of mine! Traitor!”

Following Romano's eyes, Spain thought he could see Italy on the other side of the field, sitting with the Lazio fans. “Ahh,” he replied. “His team is A.C. Milano, si?”

,” Romano muttered. “Now, shut up. It's time for my anthem.”


Halftime came and went, and the players were walking back onto the field. Spain thought maybe his eardrums were bleeding with all the angry cursing Italians surrounding him when the first ended with Lazio having 1-0 lead over Napoli, and no one was cursing more loudly than Romano Italy.

Che schifo,” Romano muttered, having calmed his cursing down when he saw his team return. “Better do better this half...”

Spain put on a cheerful smile. “I'm sure they will, Lovi!” he exclaimed, putting a comforting hand on Romano's shoulder. “There's a Spaniard on the team. They should put him in!”

Romano's eyes narrowed as he pinched Spain's hand, hard; Spain yelped and rubbed his hand with a pout. “Just shut up. The line up is just fucking fine!”

But twelve minutes later, Romano's point of view on the subject changed dramatically. “Another fucking goal!? Che cazzo facendo, Napoli!?” he shouted angrily, leaning over the barricade between the fans and the field.

Spain winced, wary of trying to hold Romano back. “Ah, look! Napoli's making a substitution!” he pointed out, trying to hear the names. “Mascara for Pazienza? Isn't that putting in make-up for patience...?”

“Better do something useful, Mascara!” Romano shouted, completely ignoring Spain's attempt on wordplay.

A few minutes later, Napoli sunk its first goal of the game; if Spain thought the crowd roaring in anger earlier was loud, he had been sorely mistaken. Though, Romano's look of maniacal glee was worth the imminent loss of his eardrums. Once the cheers had died down, they only started up again when Cavani headed the ball with an assist from Maggio.

“Tied! TAKE THAT, STUPID LAZIO!” Romano shouted, waving evilly at his brother across the field.

Wait, did little Ita just flip off his brother? No, Spain was going to pretend his eye sight was terrible, and he begun seeing things. There was no way Northern Italy could do that.

“Isn't Lazio also one of your teams, Lovi?” Spain mused.

Romano ignored the stupid question, wrapped back up in the game. The game was going pretty smoothly, to Spain anyway, until the ball came back to Napoli's side, where their goal was.

Another goal was made, and Lazio was ahead again. “NO!” Romano screamed, and Spain had to keep the angry Italian from jumping the barricade to strangle one of his defenders. “An own goal!? Which one was it!? Aronica? T'ammazzo!

“Ahhh, Lovi! You shouldn't kill any of your players!” Spain shouted, holding Romano back, trying to find something to distract Romano with. “Look, Lovi! One of the Lazio players got a yellow card!”

That calmed Romano, if only slightly. It still took a good ten or so minutes for Romano to calm down enough to get back into the game. Then, at the eightieth minute...
Edited Date: 2011-04-05 05:21 pm (UTC)

Spamano, Napoli-Lazio (2/3)

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