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Spamano- In the GardenIn the GardenSpamano- In the Garden by ~SealandRocks
Lovino groaned, dragging the shovel behind in in the soil.
“Bastard, how did you talk me into this?” Antonio, walking a few steps ahead of him with a full armful of gardening supplies, smiled cheerily back at his Italian companion.
“Because I promised you tomatoes~ I know you can’t refuse that.” Lovino groaned again, knowing that that was true. He would do anything for the tomatoes Antonio grew.
Today was a deliciously sunny day, and was the perfect time for working in Antonio’s garden. Usually, Lovino would be happy to help the Spaniard weed and bring in the vegetables, but today
Potatos and Pasta Cp:1 GerItaThe insides of Germany's pants were very, very sandy. The sun was crisping the back of his neck like a fried egg and he was extremely hot and bothered. He guessed to himself that his gleaming blond hair in the current sunlight could be used as a lighthouse fire to steer Spanish ships to land, if the need ever arose. He listened to the seagulls squawk in the horrible heat - the water rolled up the shore and brushed the toes of his brown leather footgear. Germany had gotten too tired for any more axis business for the day, but on the other hand, it was too hot to sleep, even lying under a palm tree. Japan had gone somewhere west to fish, and ItPotatos and Pasta Cp:1 GerIta by *scotchietape19
SeaLat-NightmareSeaLat-Nightmare by ~Yuuki-bozu
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" The young nation screamed as he awoke, sitting up straight, his purple eyes bursting open with fear. He had had a nightmare about a man. The very man who had ruined his childhood. The very one who had stolen him away from his best friend countless times.
Russia.
The nation breathed heavily, trying to calm himself as he brushed his hand through his light, golden hair, as if he could rub off the remains of the dream. He looked at the room around him, making sure he was back in reality, getting a grip on his current situation. Around him was a small living room. Toys lined the shelves and floor. A few chairs were placed
Spamano HeartsIt was green. It was a calming leaf green, and Lovino hated it. He would much rather have his heart be red, the color of a tomato, his favorite food. Unfortunately, someone had already taken that color. One Antonio Fernandez Carredo claimed that color. As though he didn't have enough reason to hate Antonio and his heart, but both of theirs had begun to crack at the same time, and in the same pattern. When Antonio had gotten wind of this news, he latched onto it like a cat on curtains. Lovino, on the other hand, avoided him like a cat to water. Though they had known each other for years, there was something about the Spaniard he couldn't standSpamano Hearts by ~Kousagi7Yami
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). But I really love messaging back and forth! 
How about.... *drumroll* Some Spamano?
Just an idea~ 
I'll probably think of more later, like when I'm about to go to sleep or something. That seems to be how my brain works.... And I've been thinking of starting to write fanfiction~ It's just a thought though.
Sta.sh
