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breitzbachbea · 3 months

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I'm With Him And This Is Real Life, Honey

Thank you all for your enthusiastic responses! This is a Spamano One-Shot which I originally wrote for the dearest @someone-you-do-not-know, as part of my Rake Courtship AU, vaguely set in the Regency or preceding Georgian era.

If you want some general backstory for this AU or read another piece of unbearable Spamano longing and Lovino never getting what he deserves, partially because he won't allow it to himself - here is another One-Shot set in the same AU.

Summary for this One-Shot: After Antonio's and Michele's wedding has been crashed by Michele's former suitor, Lovino urges Antonio to go after his former fiancé and Lovi's cousin, if only because if Michele's father Salvatore finds him first, there will be bloodshed. They find Harry and Michele, sadly just in time to witness their elopement wedding, which will complicate things further. This is the night after that Lovino spends in an inn room with Antonio. I also made a little playlist for Spamano and Sicire in the AU, if you'd like to listen to "Would you be so kind" whilst reading Lovino's suffering.

Here's the fic - enjoy!

It was a quiet night. No wind that howled, no rain that pounded. They were the only guests at the inn – It wasn’t shabby enough that they all had to share a single room, vermin not included, and not classy enough to carry gossip to where it shouldn’t be. Not that Lovino had ever been in an inn. People of a certain class always stayed with one of their own, that was what mansions were for. Everything about this was so beneath him.

But now he wished he had simply bitten the bullet instead of drawing the line and insisting on separate rooms. He’d rather have shared a room with these two sources of his malcontent than having to listen to their bed creak through the walls. Already a pillow over his head and he could still hear the creak of wood and the slap of skin on skin.

“I’m not sharing a room with you two knobheads! I don’t care, I’ll pay for it myself!” He had protested an hour earlier or so. “I’ve had enough of you as is, for all I care I never need to see either of you for the rest of my life, but a night’ll do! I’ve been a witness against my will to your we-” He had stopped himself, suddenly aware that there was no need to bellow details about the place. No need to blow their cover

“Well, kind of you to give us the privacy,” Michele had replied and there seemed to be genuine surprise in his voice. Of course, overshadowed by how pleased he and his lover had seemed by the implications.

He didn’t even end up paying for it, but his cousin’s rotten lover. Not that Lovino had much money on him, as he had left in a hurry, but Antonio hadn’t been allowed to pay either. Simply thinking of the entire charade made him want to retch again.

Michele had taken Antonio’s hands and looked him in the eyes when he said: “You’ve already done far too much for me to ever repay it. Please, Antonio, don’t make my debt any greater. I’ve caused you enough hurt as is, let me be the bigger person now.”

Bigger person, his ass. A bigger person would put their money where their mouth is and not fuck his new husband within earshot of his old fiancé.

Christ alive, why was that stupid candle still burning. The light it produced wasn’t much, but he could see Antonio clear enough as he laid next to him in bed.

Because of course his luck was just so that there was no more than one bed in each room. At least Antonio wasn’t talking to him. He had rarely spent a moment in silence with him ever since his father had asked to spend time with him and Michele.

Antonio was mute now, as he stared at the ceiling. He had his arms crossed over his chest, stripped to his undergarments and shirt like Lovino, who could see dark curly hair peak out at the top of his shirt. In his sculpted face – Lovino still couldn’t believe his cousin had chosen to bang someone who’s face looked like an entire carriage accident over this – the brows were slightly knitted and the full lips had a hint of a pout.

He couldn’t imagine how Antonio felt, but wouldn’t want to switch places with him. A twinge of guilt came over him to have dragged him into this whole affair. What concern should it be to Antonio if the man he was betrothed to ran off with someone else and incurred the wrath of his monstrous father? He was no longer Michele’s fiancé and was not obligated to care for him anymore. And yet he did.

There was another twinge and it took Lovino a moment to realize it was jealousy. Underneath fondness for Antonio’s selfless nature, it was jealousy that it had all been wasted on Michele. His stupid cousin got betrothed to a sweet, hot, rich, important guy and then he blew it, he would have deserved it so much more than Michele. He deserved to be fawned over and cherished and spoiled rotten, he deserved to have a husband who was as kind and doting and hot as Antonio. Instead he was relegated to be the best man and agony aunt, the company that Michele couldn’t be and now he was in bed with the hottest man he’d ever seen and wasn’t even allowed to touch him. Relegated to hear his cousin screw his lover in a second-rate inn and hiding underneath the pillow as not to hear the muted throes of passion...

He could see the hairs on Antonio’s strong arms. He realized he’d been staring at Antonio the entire time and felt his face burn up.

In that moment, he could hear something that sounded like a pent-up moan from the other side, followed by some laughter.

Antonio’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, face scrunched up in discomfort. He sighed through his nose as he relaxed and his eyes opened again.

Great, now he could even hear them suck face in the silence. Antonio’s own expression turned from displeased to awkward – and he turned to Lovino, who felt panic well up in his stomach and fan out to his limbs.

“What the fuck are you looking at me for?!” he asked him and buried his face in the mattress, hoping it would swallow him. He could still hear the damn bed creak. “It’s not my fault!”

“S-Sorry …” Antonio apologised. Great. Simply great. He could hear Antonio clear his throat.

He tried to visualize what was going on in the other room, in the hopes that his rotten cousin and his troll of a lover would be enough to exorcise his feelings of desire. Sadly, whenever he tried, his mind too soon drifted off and kept the steamy fantasy with a tanner body underneath his own fingertips, full lips ghosting over his own body, rough but gentle hands gripping his hips, his own fingers running through wild, curly hair -

Lovino screamed into the mattress. “I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him tonight, and if I don’t I hope his dad strings him up by his own entrails, he deserves it,” he muttered into it.

“Are you alright, Lovino?” Antonio asked and Lovino considered biting himself through the entire bed and then the floor to escape the situation.

He lifted his face but didn’t face Antonio. “These two have not a bone of shame in their entire body,” he said as he stared into the dark, since Antonio’s body blocked most light of the candle in this position. “We should just have bid Michele good riddance and washed our hands of the entire thing. He’s clearly enjoying himself as is, that ungrateful bastard.”

Oh god, as if the universe itself wanted to mock Lovino, he could hear the sounds on the other side increase in frequency. He gritted his teeth.

“I mean …” Antonio sighed again. “It was the right thing to do, Lovino. It’s not always easy to do the right thing, but still you do it.” He could hear the smile in his voice. “And I guess it is their wedding night …”

Something almost slipped Lovino’s lips, but he bit it back. There was no need to tell Antonio what he had seen the night before Antonio was supposed to marry. No need to increase his suffering.

“You’re being a saint about this,” Lovino said. “If I was you, I would have walked already. To do it with you around … aren’t you mad?” He’d be mad if he was Antonio. To be betrothed to someone who doesn’t want you, have that fiancé kidnapped at your wedding day and run after them only to barge in on their elopement wedding … If he was Antonio, he’d curse everyone he ever met. Lovino included – after all, he had spurred him on to run after Michele.

“I mean …” Another sigh, this time more of an angry snort. “I would prefer to not have heard it, but … what is done is done. Pretending that it isn’t wouldn’t change much, I can fool myself. I don’t need Michele for this.”

Lovino’s brows furrowed while the rest of his features softened. I wouldn’t have fooled you, he thought. Maybe he should have run to him the night before the wedding. To hell with Michele and his secrets, Antonio would have deserved the truth.

The noises from the other side had stopped. At least that torture was over. Lovino turned on his back and clutched the pillow against his chest instead. “You are a saint,” he said. “Michele doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He didn’t dare look at Antonio. “And I’m the fucking Virgin Mary for putting up with all of it!”

Antonio laughed. “Yes you are. Thank you, Lovino. I appreciate it and I’m sure that Michele does so, too.”

He snorted. “Psht. Yeah, sure.”

“When you get married, I’ll be your best man, yes? To pay back all you gave me.”

Lovino’s heart sank into his guts. “Yeah, sure.”

Antonio put the candle out. “Good night, Lovino.”

Lovino stared into the dark. He could hear indistinct murmurs from the other room between the lovers. “Good night … Antonio.”

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fertaine · 12 days

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quick drawing different hetalia characters everyday until my birthday day 10-11 💔

ft @the-giug 's sicily oc :3

#hetalia #ars fertaine #aph romano #hws romano #aph prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #aph sicily #hws sicily

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serica-e · 2 years

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It's hot

#Hws Sicily #Hws oc #Aph Sicily #Aph oc #My art #Rosalia Caruso #Hetalia world stars #Axis powers Hetalia

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someone-you-do-not-know · 1 year

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I kind of really don't like how the Risorgimento in Hetalia is framed as a thing done solely by Veneziano and how it supposedly came as a surprise to Romano. First of all, it was kind of a long process, so it's been boiled down way too much, but I can forgive that because it's meant to be funny.

What I can't really forgive is that Romano is made obsolete in the comic, despite how influential the South actually was in making the Risorgimento happen. Just based on the Wikipedia page (I don't have the energy to go through an actual history book rn), there was the Carboneria formed in Southern Italy, not to mention that the unification happened under the House of Savoy, which admittedly was northern, but they first gained the title of king when they took over Sicily, and later exchanged it for Sardinia. Previously, Savoy ruled over duchies, but it was first when they gained the title King of Piedmont-Sardinia they started to consider uniting Italy. Those two are just the most obvious examples, but there's plenty more if you look into it.

It's not so much that South Italy did not want the Risorgimento or had no hand in it, it's rather that the results of it ended up being a betrayal, not just to the South, but anyone who was not Piedmontese – however, that betrayal was felt especially by the South. At least that's how I'm reading it. I'm sure I still ended up simplifying it a lot, and if anyone wants to expand on this, please do so.

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violenttbavdelaire · 2 years

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Selinunte, Sicily

#travel #sicily #landscape #templi #temple #ancient greek #greek temple #italylovers #aph italy #italy

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tourhawker · 2 months

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"Lost in the timeless allure of Italy, where every cobblestone street whispers stories of centuries past and every sip of espresso tastes like a journey through history. From the grandeur of Rome to the romance of Venice, each corner reveals a new chapter in the tale of La Dolce Vita. Join me as we wander through vineyard-covered hills, feast on sumptuous pasta, and immerse ourselves in the art, culture, and passion that define this enchanting land. 🇮🇹✨ #ItalianEscapade #LaDolceVita #ExploreItaly #TravelMemories"

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asitrita · 1 year

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Aph Austria x Spain Headcanon

I’ve been lately thinking about Spain and Austria, because it is shocking (not really) that there’s so little content about them and that most people don’t even think of them as a couple (it is even listed as a “rare pairing” in Hetalia wiki), given it is one of the few stablished official pairs in Hetalia, to the point they’re shown to be married (and no, I don’t mean having an alliance, or cooperating, I mean, it is indeed stablished they were a married couple).

Tbh, this ship was not particularly appealing to me either, even though I usually like my ships to be historical, and you can hardly get much more historical than a Spain/Austria ship. I’ve always thought their personalities and tastes appeared to be too different to match. And no, I did not buy into the initial portrayal of Spain as a total airhead, happy-go-lucky, relaxed and smily guy, but still, they didn't do it for me (though the fandom largely exaggerated such traits, as Spain is actually shown to be sad and disappointed, and as someone somewhat wise, in one of his early appearances in the show). I think I always thought of Roderich personality to be too over the top. It’s okay to be strict (like Ludwig is), but he just seemed to be way too strict, way too proper, way too desdainful, way too bland and dull, at all times. There must be more to him that what we are shown, right?

But I have these moments when I think about how actually close they were, and about Austrians’ rather good opinion on Spaniards even after their countries’ estrangement (and not in a good way, I must add). I think about how Austria tried to mimick the very strict rules of the Spanish Court (Spanisches Hofzeremoniell) and the way the Spanish dressed (Spanish fashion was widespread at the time, as was Spanish culture, and language, but was specifically imitated in the Austrian Court), how he valued Spain’s experience and knowledge when it came to equestrian tradition (Spanische Hofreitschule), and how he enjoyed and liked Spanish composers (like Vicente Martín y Soler), even decades after they had fallen apart. Austrians also seemed to have considered Spaniards to be intelligent and wise people, powerful, but benevolent in battle, well dressed, lordly behaved, and righteous. Ironically, they thought the vice of Spaniards to be arrogance and vanity (funny it is apparently Roderich who comes off as the arrogant one in Hetalia, though, truth be told, everyone at the time seem to have thought of the Spaniards as arrogant and/or vain).

All in all, it has become a headcanon of mine that Roderich probably became the way we know him AFTER being married to Spain. Yes, I know in canon he is shown to be already that snooty before meeting him, heck, it is even said he gave Southern Italy to Spain, when actually those territories had belong to the Spanish monarchs (Kingdom of Aragón) for almost a century before Spain and Austria became acquainted, and it is historically pure nonsense to even imply the Kingdoms of Sicily and Naples, and Sardinia, were granted to Spain by Austria, when Spain (really, the Spanish monarchs of the Kingdom of Aragón) even had control over Malta at the time (though it would lose it in 1530, soon after their “marriage”).

Making it simple, I headcanon Roderich to become as “stiff” as we know him to be during his marrige with Antonio. It is a classic case of “overdoing it” (in Spanish “tener la fé del converso”, o “ser más papista que el Papa”). We know Austrias’s way to climb the social ledder of countries and to hold on its position as a powerful and influential nation was through marriage. So he had to be good at that, he had to be up to his couple, up to what his couple may expect of him. So he became everything he thought Antonio valued. Spanish Court ceremonial was strict, so he would become the most severe of them all. Spanish people valued etiquette, so should he. Spanish fashion was over elaborated, and so was Austrias, and when the tides turned and French fashion was in, Austria would stick with certain elements of old Spanish dresscode for a bit longer (I’m thinking about the men's court dress of Austria in the 17th-18th centuries, the Spanish Mantelkleid). Spain was known for elegance, and so was Austria. Spain was precise, careful, a bit haughty in his behaviour and mannerism, and more so ought to be Austria. All in all, Austria modelled himself to became the “perfect” match for Spain, at least for the Spain he knew.

I think Roderich took into this character part to please Antonio, part out of duty for his people, and part because it suited his interests and tastes. While Antonio slowly loosened up, Roderich made this new image his own, for he was comfortable with it and it suited him well. I don't think Antonio was ever unwilling to show a severe self image, I don't think his demeanour was a façade at all. It was no play, the sternness and haughty behaviour was genuine (if anything, it is his laid-back attitude and overly smily self that is, albeit not completly fake, a bit of a façade, for although he is of a cheerful and optimistic nature, time has worn down his optimism and has pushed him to the limits of his sanity more than once). But I do think he naturally softened and relaxed quite a lot when not "in duty", so to speak (relaxed as in less composed, showing more his emotions, expressing his feelings, fears, and needs, I actually think he must have been half paranoid most of the time). Roderich did too, but became so attached to his image of tidiness that it became a bit harder for him to let go, hence the contrast between him and Antonio, more so in modern times.

For whatever reason, imagining Roderich’s personality taking its final form during his 200 years relationship with Antonio makes sense to me, and makes me like and appreciate the pairing quite a lot. I guess I was just missing some more information on Roderich’s behaviour and personality.

I hope that no one takes offence by my take on Roderich personality and its evolution. I’m well aware Austria has a very rich history, and I do not intend to make Spain the corner stone of Roderich’s identity, it is just that I was missing some “origin story” for Roderich, some explanation for his character. And it makes sense Antonio played a very important role in his life, given they got stuck together for 200 years while in their late teens/early adulthood, while still finding themselves out, and the ending of their relationship was a war involving several countries and power houses in Europe, during which Austria was just not willing to give up, and Spain went through a rough civil war (and probably an emotional turmoil, worrying and being suspicious of Roderich's, and mostly Francis', intentions).

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daydenmax-drawings · 3 years

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Also remembered that I made some ocs-italian-regions for an old risorgimento comic, that I never finished. Here we have Lombardy (Luca), Sicily (Diego) and Sardinia (Federico) ((And yes, Sicily and Lovino look alike on purpose(And I constantly spelled "Lombardy" wrong, I'm sorry :') )))

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia headcanon #aph italy #aph lombardy #aph sicily #aph sardinia #aph oc #hetalia oc

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amber-isnt-a-precious-stone · 3 years

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aph italy bros leaving youtube comments on an italian culture video (x)

#it's the one u sent me bea for help writing about coffee culture :')#i scrolled down the comments and was like damn that is romano- break the spachellti I'll break ur spine #aph italy #aph romano #aph sicily #hws italy #hws romano #aph italy brothers #hws italy brothers #hws italy bros #hetalia #hetalia shitpost #culture #italy #places #youtube #my posts

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fireandspiceland · 2 years

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I'm so sorry for sending this ask cuz you said you have so many prompts still, but I have to make sure the first second porn fanfic of my kids that not by is not THAT ship - Either 80 for SicIre or 94 for TurGreSic. You choose. If you wanna do this at all.

Send a ship and a number ask game

First of all, I want to make clear I'm only doing OCs here because I already know them and love them a lot. They fill in a hole in the hetaverse that will probably never be covered by canon. Second of all, I couldn't decide for a prompt and I'm still not sure about the characterisations so I thought some practice would be good and did a short thing for both of your requests :)

OCs: APH Sicily - Michele Vento, APH Ireland - Harry O'Connel

80. “We’re already late… do you want to be more late?”

-> probably ooc but Bea is the only one to judge me for that. Porn without plot, I don’t even know who called or where they should be going. Maybe Bea can fill in on that (tho tbh it's not really necessary)

Harry groaned when the weird ringing noise interrupting his dream manifested into something way too real for his still tired brain. He reached out to tap around the nightstand, trying to find his phone to decline the call that just woke him up. Who was even calling at- Harry checked the time on his phone. 9:37am. Fuck.

Suddenly, he felt wide awake and shot up, carelessly throwing off Michele’s arm that was on his torso. A quick scroll through his notifications showed countless missed calls and messages about his and Michele’s whereabouts. Harry turned to the other men, who made no move to wake up, and shook him violently. “Wake up! We need to get ready now!”

Before Michele even got to think about protesting Harry had already pulled the covers off him. “What’s gotten into you?!” He reached for the blanket with a frown, trying to cover up the very present evidence of a very nice dream he had just gotten pulled out of.

“The meeting started more than half an hour ago! We overslept! Now get ready!!”

Harry was frantically rummaging through the drawers, throwing pieces of clothing onto the bed, some of them hitting Michele, who was still sitting there trying to comprehend what was happening. And enjoying the view of Harry bending down to put on his socks, ass in perfect display.

When Harry turned around and saw Michele just watching him he stilled for a moment. He propped his hands on his hips. “What. What are you thinking? I can see that you’re thinking and I’m not sure if I like it.”

Michele snorted and couldn’t help but laugh. The confused look on Harry’s face only contributed to his amusement. “I was thinking..." He let his gaze wander down Harry's still half naked body. "We’re already late… do you want to be more late?"

Now it was Harry's turn to think. Was it that easy to convince him to miss a more or less important meeting?

His train of thought came to a halt when the sheets rustled and Michele crawled to the edge of the bed and quickly slipped onto the carpet, kneeling before him. Harry's breath hitched when Michele pulled his briefs down and ran his tongue along the inside of his thigh, kissing and nibbling at the skin on his way upwards.

"I- We should really get ready..." Harry's tone couldn't even convince himself, even less Michele who hummed in agreement but instead of stopping wrapped his hand around the base of Harry's cock and stroked him to full hardness. When Michele licked the tip of his cock, Harry finally gave in to the pleasure and carded his fingers through his lover's hair while he proceeded to suckle on the tip.

Michele let his other hand wander from the back of Harry's thighs upwards to pinch one of his firm cheeks. He hummed approvingly around Harry's cock, drawing a moan from him while letting his hand wander a little further.

"Okay, ok- AY!" Harry gasped when he felt Michele's fingertip prod at his hole. "Let's be more late, a lot more late."

"If that's your wish!" Michele was on his feet immediately, pulling Harry onto the bed with him, a cheeky smirk on his lips. He watched Harry roll his eyes at him, but before he got to make any snaky comment his lips were already occupied returning the kiss Harry initiated.

They nearly ended up tangled in the sheets in the process but managed to get rid of Michele's briefs at last. Fingers were slicked up, lips bitten, and moans filled the room as Michele took his time stretching Harry's hole. Once he felt Harry relax around three of his fingers, he slowly pulled them out, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek before settling himself before him.

With Harry on his back before him, Michelle bent the other man's legs a little and lined his cock up to his hole after slicking it up as well. He carefully pushed inside, wanting to give Harry time to adjust, but his pleas for Michele only spurred him on to start moving. A few slow thrusts quickly turned into a quick pace that had Harry groan and fist the bedsheets.

Michele leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in another passtionate kiss, bending his legs a little more, fucking him a little deeper. "Fuck, right there," Harry exclaimed when Michele brushed his prostate. After a few more well angled thrusts Michele grabbed Harry's dick. They looked into each other's eyes and exchanged a quick smile before Michele started stroking Harry in time with each thrust.

Michele's movements got more frantic and sloppy with each passing second. He was pulled into another kiss, only meant for him to swallow all of Harry's moans as he came. The feeling of his lover clenching around him, the heat getting tighter, was what pushed Michelle over the edge. He quickly pulled out, coming all over Harry's hole instead of inside him.

Once they started coming down from their highs, Michele frowned at a familiar loud noise disturbing his post-orgasmic bliss. He had collapsed on top of Harry and now felt him trying to break free from his lover's hold, but Michele would be damned if he let him pick up his phone now of all times.

"Michele, I should really-"

"Shhh. We're already super late. It would only raise questions if we showed up at all now."

Harry rolled his eyes another time, but only put his arm around Michele and waited for his phone to finally stop ringing.

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TurGreSic under the cut because the post got too long for my liking

94. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

-> I spent 30mins searching through our discord chat to find this thing you mentioned once when we were talking about the Cell Block Tango AU. But I knew it had to be there and now here's a drabble.

Michele came here to get fucked. The 'how' ended up a bit unexpected, but hey, take it or leave it, right? And Michele was definitely taking it. "It" in this case being Sadik's dick up his ass.

They hadn't planned for any of this to happen. Not for Sadik to keep making salacious comments about Michele shoving his crotch into his face when rehearsing their part for the 100th time, not for Michele to make retort in an equally salacious manner, and especially not for Herakles to do anything but get his Turk to stop when his hands kept wandering from Michele's waist to other parts of his body.

"Don't tell me you're starting to regret this now." Michele propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Sadik who had slowed down his thrusts a little, making the other man suspicious.

"What? No!" Sadik leaned down close enough for Michele to think he would want to kiss him. Instead he whispered in his ear. "But if you keep being so loud you might attract an audience."

The next snippy comment died on Michele's tongue when Sadik quickened his pace again, going harder and deeper. All he could manage was another moan and a couple of curses.

"Can you at least try to keep it together?" Sadik frowned, but kept thrusting into Michele as if to accentuate his words. "You can tell me about how much better than Herakles I fucked you when there aren't-"

"You think you're doing this better than me?"

The small sofa creaked under Sadik and Michele's weight shifting as they turned towards the door. They both froze while Herakles closed the dressing room door behind him and gave them a disapproving look.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sadik straightened up, his dick still burried deep inside Michele who only rolled his eyes.

"I figured that much." With an audible thud Herakles let himself fall into the armchair opposite the sofa, only a small coffee table between himself and the other two men. "You could have invited me so I can make sure you're fucking him right, but at least I'm here now."

Michele huffed, immediately attracting the others' attention. "Could you maybe stop talking about me as if I wasn't right here with some dick up my ass?!" He clenched around Sadik to make his point clear and earned himself a surprised gasp followed by a lazy thrust.

Herakles chuckled when he noticed how Sadik gripped Michele’s hips, trying to hold back. “He doesn’t break that easily. And you don’t have to pretend as if you care if he did.”

In any other situation Michele would glare at Herakles for such a comment. But right now he just shifted, rolled his hips. Trying to coax Sadik into finally continuing where they had left off. If Herakles and Sadik had even the faintest idea of how much he wanted to see them try breaking him. He smiled to himself.

“Come on, old man, he’s begging to be fucked. Or are you tired already?” The challenging look in Herakles’ eyes was the last straw it needed to pursue Sadik into giving him a show. The first thrusts were slow, deep, making Michele moan and reach for Sadik’s arms, his back, whatever part of him he could reach to hold onto.

“He feels so fucking good.” Sadik’s voice was strained, saturated with the need for more, but he was determined to stretch this out and if only for Herakles’ sake.

“I know.” A low purr from Herakles caught Michele’s attention and he watched him pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock and stroke himself. Their eyes met for a moment. Was that.. longing in his eyes?

Michele was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when Sadik bent his knees a little further, drove into him deeper and hit his prostate with every following thrust.

"Fuck!" Michele clawed onto Sadik's arms, digging his nails into the skin. Sadik hissed at the slight pain, but didn't slow down his pace. "You're supposed to fuck me, not re-arrange my guts!"

Before Sadik could make another witty comment, a loud moan coming from Herakles captured the others' attention. "Stop complaining, Miche." He was stroking himself faster, running his thumb over the tip every time. "He's so good at this... Watching you taking him so well...I'm almost jealous."

Herakles' breath hitched when Sadik smirked at him. No words were needed for him to know what the Turk had in mind for them to do later.

Together with the movements of Herakles' hand on his cock Sadik's pace also sped up. With a groan that he was sure the others outside the dressing room heard as well, Michele drove his nails deeper into Sadik's arms, drawing blood. His head lolled to the side, giving Herakles' a perfect view of his face.

"Please..." The word was almost inaudible, coming from Michele's lips only for Sadik to hear. He huffed, but wrapped his hand around Michele's cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The tip was wet with precum and so sensitive to Sadik's touch, after a couple of strokes Michele was already cumming all over himself and Sadik's hand. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, so as to not attract anyone outside to check onto them. The way he clenched around Sadik was enough for the other man to reach his climax as well, spilling inside Michele with a low groan.

When they both cought their breath again and Sadik slowly pulled his dick out, Michele once again ended up making eye contact with Herakles, who wiped his own cum off with a sweaty towel he had brought from practice. A faint smile was on Herakles' lips, but the longing look had disappeared from his eyes.

#I didn't prove read this #also if anyone's wondering what THAT SHIP is.. this is about me liking the concept of michele and arthur (sicily and england).#theres a cute fic on her ao3 *hint hint*#aph sicily #aph ireland #aph greece #aph turkey #sicire #turgre #gresic #turgresic #hws greece #hws turkey #riva.fanfic #wfsn #hetalia #hetalia ocs #also what is it with me and sweaty towels. istg i dont to this on purpose.

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ask-aph-sicilia · 1 year

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Don't worry i didnt abandon my blog!! It's just I've been working on my art style and improving things, currently working on a big project for me personally. Which being drawing sicilia a new ref sheet, so exciting!!

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breitzbachbea · 4 months

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Help me, I'm Holding On For Dear Life

So. For the past few days, I have spent an inconsolable amount of hours annoying @someone-you-do-not-know with an AU idea: Alternative history, some world that resembles the late 18th and early 19th century. I'm mostly concerned with social rules and etiquette around marriage and love. Michele and Harry have been happily courting each other for a year, only waiting to get the go-ahead from Michele's parents to make it all official. Suddenly, out of the blue, it is announced to Michele that his father has betrothed him to Antonio, the son of a count. Invited to the wedding and arriving for the engagement and to assist with the wedding are Michele's relatives, the Vargas family. Which is how Lovino finds himself his cousin's best man and soon the confidante of his fiancé. Literally NO ONE is happy with this arrangement.

TLDR: SicIre in a Romeo and Juliette bind, Spamano as pining idiots with only themselves to blame, SpaSic as the arranged marriage that causes the predicament in the first place. And you all should totally listen to the Stage Musical Version of El Tango De Roxanne and feel Harry's and Lovino's pain as you read this.

Here's the fic - enjoy!

"I hate –" Lovino said.

" – this display,“ Harry got out through gritted teeth.

~*~

Certainly, Charlie was right that this was masochism right now. “And now Frecky, what you were into when you were in bed with Michele is none of my business, but … this isn’t it, is it now?”

It was easier to bear now, in a way. To see Michele look with a certain fondness at Antonio. Hear him laugh at whatever jokes the idiot made. Harry knew it wasn’t forever, since he intended to keep the promise he’d given Michele and he knew Michele knew that. The plan to elope with was all that occupied him in every minute he could spare and also any that he couldn’t. This wasn’t forever. This was an act. See! Antonio leant in for a kiss and Michele leant away.

Afterwards he shyly batted his eyelashes. Oh, how he wished he could see him and he didn’t have to hide away in the rafters. But such was the lot; any contact was forbidden, any trace of their relationship that had been so publicly obvious to anyone who laid eyes upon them now nothing but a whisper.

It did pain him. Charlie was right. But he couldn’t help it – hadn’t been able to help it since the first moment. He still remembered being there on their engagement night. Hidden away in the crowd but in the room nonetheless, thanks to Charlie’s connections and ability to charm people. That engagement night was seared into his mind’s eye. Sometimes, when he laid awake at night with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he remembered it and saw red.

His Michele. His beloved, witty, spirited, wicked in the best of ways Michele in his best suit, a smile on his face he could never keep for long. At the side of this trumped up, pomped up, happy-go-lucky Count’s son. So proud and so regal to have some half-forgotten city nobility hang off his arm – and who wouldn’t when it had a face like this! A voice like this that had serenaded Harry, not this peacock! An elegance that even made the suit that could not hold a candle to half the guests in the room look as if it was fine silk! Stolen valour it was, all this prick had to do was rich and have a title that Michele’s father wanted!

He had done nothing to earn Michele’s laugh, but now he got to hear it. His dark chuckle, not that high, ringing tone that was Michele’s earnest laughter, of course. Still, to see it and not hear it over the people had been enough to make Harry’s heart sink into his guts. This Antonio had done nothing to deserve it, but he was the one to hold Michele’s hand in his grasp. To gently stroke it while he looked him in the eyes and Harry had felt his limbs gone numb.

He had lifted his hand and put it on Michele’s cheek, a touch that Harry was so familiar with that he could feel it on his own hand and it made his arm tremble. To see Antonio lean close to Michele, his cheek brushing with the other’s – it had driven Harry insane that he could not see what the rest of his face was doing. Whether he was whispering something in Michele’s ear, Harry suddenly was able to remember every single innuendo, love confession and line of poetry he had ever whispered to Michele, or to have his lips brush against Michele’s soft cheek, his own caressed by Michele’s hair –

Harry had been overcome with rage. Every single muscle in his body had tightened up, a heat stoked in the depth of his guts that boiled his brain in rage. A careless whisper, a thoughtless provocation – in this moment he had been ready to kill Antonio. Anything to make this farce stop. Anything to vanish the mockery of his love, a mockery that was sold to him as exaltation of it all and only he could see it as the counterfeit it was, everyone else dazzled by the fool’s gold. Anything to prevent the doom that was the thought of never, ever again getting to experience the treasure that Antonio was holding. It was more than he could stand.

That was the engagement night. Now, as he watched them from the rafters, his emotions didn’t run as high. This wasn’t for forever – still, reassurance would be nice as he looked onto the couple. If only Michele, after he kissed Antonio on the cheek, could spot him and blow a kiss his way. Anything to satisfy the beast within him with its murmur of doubt that it was for forever. That the way Michele sometimes looked at Antonio was not a shade of the love he had for Harry, but the growing bud of passion.

No, his Michele would never betray him. He knew how much Harry loved him and he’d never throw that away. That had to suffice as Harry slipped into the shadows.

~*~

“Do you want a glass of sherry, Lovi? I heard it’s lovely,” Feliciano asked as Lovino was staring grimly at Antonio and their cousin.

“No, thanks,” Lovino said without facing his brother.

“Uh … anything else you might need?”

“Nothing.”

Feliciano sighed and sat down next to him. “Really nothing? Not thinking of anything that could cheer you up right now?”

“Nothing short of that pest being hit by lightning,” he said and it was hard to get the words through his tensed jaw. Oh, Antonio was in a good mood, wasn’t he? Made Michele laugh again – or rather, Michele laughed along out of kindness, as that duplicitous snake surely would have put it – and leant in for another kiss that was denied to him even mid-laugh.

“Man, do you think there’s something in the attic?” Feliciano said with an confused and annoyed expression towards the ceiling and Lovino finally turned to him.

“Huh?”

“Nothing, I just thought I heard something stomping overhead. Probably imagining things.”

“Huh. Probably.” He couldn’t help it, he had to look back towards the couple. Antonio still had his arm around Michele who didn’t even acknowledge it. Water from a stone would have been easier for Antonio than love from his fiancé, but of course he couldn’t say that. At least not in front of all these people. Sycophants, all of them, and he was one due to peer pressure. Michele made a match that made everyone green with envy and he looked into his wineglass and twirled it as if he wanted to drown himself in it. And still, Antonio’s arm around his waist.

“Feli, do you think this is fair?”

“Huh? What, Lovino?”

“Do you think it’s fair that Michele, who doesn’t got half the shit to his name that we do, gets to marry a future count? That I’m made to play best man instead of taking care of my own future wedding with someone who deserves me?” As much as he wanted to simmer in his own rage and let it be fuelled by the event in front of his eyes, he did turn sensible and to his brother.

“Well … yeah, I don’t think it’s fair,” Feliciano said. “Between you and him, it should be you engaged to someone like Antonio. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if Mamma is right and Uncle Salvatore is blackmailing Fernando or something.”

“Quite right! It should be me!” Lovino said and downed the rest of his wine in one. “I should be engaged – I should be married! To a count! A duke! Not play Michele’s best man! Not always have to hear ‘Oh, congratulations on Feliciano’s match, where are your plans? Gonna have to work hard to trump your brother, won’t you, Lovino?’ And then that laughter! I loathe the laughter! They can all shove it up their ass, for all I care!” He glared at his wineglass. “I changed my mind about the sherry.”

“I don’t think I should get you sherry anymore,” Feliciano responded. He winced when Lovino glared at him, but quickly found his tongue again: “I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. Mamma is of the same mind as you, so you’re gonna have a wedding that puts both me and Michele to shame!” He grinned, so reassuringly and confident that Lovino wished he could smile. But it was easy for Feliciano to believe that everything would fall into his lap. Lovino himself had always worked hard to keep that illusion for him.

A ruckus from the betrothed table – oh dear Lord, it looked like someone should have told Antonio no to the sherry as well. Lovino was about to down the whole barrel to make the view bearable. Michele, pulled into Antonio’s lap, hands on his shoulders to save some distance for his modesty’s sake. He looked genuinely surprised by this – well, maybe if Lovino didn’t have to spend most evenings with either of the sadsacks, mostly Antonio though, Michele wouldn’t be so surprised at his fiancé’s touch. And Antonio wouldn’t have to resort to desperate measures like stroking his face gently with his fingertips, obviously negotiating a kiss with his big, green eyes and that sweet and excited smile on his face.

Michele shook his head. Lovino’s hands balled into a fist.

Antonio cocked his head and said something else and Michele sighed.

“Where’s that fucking sherry,” Lovino asked and pulled his chair back, got to his feet wit his eyes still on that ghastly spectacle of the kiss. Pity kiss it was, for both of them, but neither of them knew that. Sure, Michele thought he was kissing Antonio out of pity, but he still thought that the other was naïve enough to fall in love with him. As if he was the hot commodity, he thought himself to be. As if he was deserving of all of this. If he was, then so was Lovino! Tenfold! A hundredfold!

“Look, they’re playing again! Come on Lovino, let’s find someone to dance with!” Feliciano grabbed his brother’s arm. “Let’s show them how it’s done!” He grinned and Lovino was somewhat soothed in his rage.

Until there was a tap on his shoulder. Unorthodox and plump way to ask him, really, what oaf was this impatient and –

He turned around and nearly jumped back into Feliciano when he found himself faced with Antonio himself.

“Did I scare you? I’m so sorry, Vino!” Antonio laughed, sheepishly but heartily. His face was tinted red with blush, the sherry’s work, surely. Not Michele’s. Not Lovino’s …

“Vino?” Feliciano asked and Lovino could hear that curious smile in his brother’s voice, not to mention could feel Feliciano lean onto him. Alright, enough of that all.

“Man, get it together!” Lovino told Antonio. “First that shameless display with Michele, then calling me nicknames – Only because your dad’s not around doesn’t mean you need to be embarrassing.”

“Ah, yes, I guess that’s right,” Antonio said. “But … no one’s parents are around! No chaperones tonight, so let’s live a little, we deserve it, don’t we! You, too, Lovino!”

“I’m enjoying myself, thank you very much,” Lovino responded staunchly.

“Did you come to ask Lovino for a dance?” Feliciano asked and there went that staunchness.

“Oh, no, I didn’t,” Antonio answered.

“Quite right!” Lovino answered, but Feliciano was convinced to dig a deeper grave for him:

“Aww, you should. No chaperones around and all! I bet everyone would be jealous of you two!”

Through gritted teeth, he managed to murmur out: “Feli, quit talking.”

“I bet, but I don’t want to hog Lovino’s fun.” He leant closer to Lovino and put his hand in front of his mouth. “Actually, I just wanted to tell you that you don’t need to wait on me or Michele tonight, we’ll spend the night together. I thought a notice would be courteous, since you always keep us such good company – no need for it tonight. Please, enjoy yourself.”

A kick in the face would have been kinder. “S-Sure,” Lovino said. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for the heads up. Finally, some time to myself!”

Antonio put his hands on his shoulders and smiled gratefully at him. “You deserve it, really. I don’t know how I deserve your help, I am in so much debt to you.” His smile grew. “Now! Let’s find a dancing partner, will you!” He patted his shoulder before he turned, doubtlessly to return to Michele.

Feliciano blew out a sigh. “You sit around and talk with him all the time, seriously, he should marry you and not Michele.”

“Will you shut up?!” Lovino asked and whirled around. Feliciano wasn’t much impressed, the pout on his face matching his voice.

“I mean it! It’s like he’s leeching off of all your hard work!”

“I’m not doing this because I want Michele’s fiancé! I’m just doing it because Papà asked me to! And I don’t need to – Whatever! I’m going home!” Lovino turned around and headed for the door.

“Lovi! Come on! I’m sorry, if it’s what I said!” Feliciano hurried after him while he stomped off. "Don’t let that ruin your night! Let’s dance! Drink! You have no obligations tonight!”

“Yeah, like the non-obligation of staying here!” He ripped the door open.

~*~

Outside were two hooded figures, a few meters from the entrance but still within the gates. They seemed to be arguing.

“Are you sure your ankle’s fine?”

“Yeah! I just … maybe the fall wasn’t as well-calculated as it should have been …”

“Good, because I’m not getting Paddy! Or carrying you!”

“Good, because I don’t need it! Let’s just – “

“Who the hell are you?” Lovino asked and the two jumped. For a moment they faced him and he looked into two very pale, very freckled faces. Jesus, he had never seen someone with eyebrows this big on either of them.

“Isn’t this the country ball of the count?” The slightly taller one asked – a man, thinner than the other one. He lacked a tooth.

“Private event, I’m afraid,” Lovino said.

“How did you even get past the gates?” Feliciano asked.

“Aww, darn it,” said the other one, apparently a young woman. “Thought there’d be fun to have. Well, then we’ll be on our merry way! Goodbye, gentlemen!” She turned to go, but he seemed suddenly transfixed by whatever was going on inside. “Harry?”

Lovino made the mistake to look over his shoulder.

Of course, there they were. Antonio, who turned around, Michele at his hand, to lead him to the dancefloor. That bright and expectant, hopeful, delusional smile on his face as Michele chuckled and cocked his head. He briefly kissed Antonio’s hand before they parted to take their positions.

“Harry, come on, we’ve got to go.” She took the man’s arm and he looked to the ground, brows still furrowed and a frown on his parted lips. As if he was a mirror to Lovino’s emotions.

Lovino shook his head. The figures were already hurrying towards the gate.

“Strange …” Feliciano said.

“I don’t know, maybe they were beggars or something,” Lovino said. “Or some jealous pricks that didn’t get invited. Who cares? They’re gone. And so am I.”

“Aw, come on, Lovino – “

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