Do you wanna build a snowman, Lovi? (Spamano, hetalia)

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I've recently seen Frozen and I fell in love with it so much!! So, this is story based around the song "do you wanna build a snowman" and the kinda point of it too. I hope you enjoy and please do like it!! I do not own hetalia or it's characters, nor frozen or their character or songs. However I may change the lyrics slightly :3

Antonio was, what an adult would call, an imaginary friend. However, to a child, his child to be precise, he was just a friend. A boy the age of 8 with tan skin, brown hair with an odd curl and matching eyes named Lovino. He was an Italian that had just moved into the neighbourhood and had not a friend in the world except his twin, a happy-go-lucky loveable little cutie pie by the name of Feliciano (Lovi was older by 4 minutes). And so, what does an 8 year old do when they don't have a friend? They make one.

"¡Hola! Me llamo Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, I want to be your friend!" A dark skinned bundle of laughter bounded down the stairs of Lovino's house and crashed into the other at the bottom of the staircase, hugging him tightly into his loose cream coloured T-shirt. Lovino panicked and pushed the other off him sharply, a look of horror on his face.

"What are you doing, freak! Who the hell are you, how did you get in my house!?" He questioned and backed up into the opposite wall. The 10 year old child jumped over to him and beamed down at him, emerald eyes shining against the chocolate of his hair.

"I said already, my name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and I want to be your friend! I'm Spanish and I know everything about you, you made me up, Lovino! I would die for you!" He proclaimed his news proudly and loudly and he stuck out a hand for him, looking at him expectantly. The Italian eyed him suspiciously before batting the hand away.

"Made up heh? Tch, yeah right, you look like some 18th century tomato boy!" He pushed past the taller boy and made his way into the kitchen to get himself breakfast. Antonio looked at him with a confused smile and tilted his head.

"¿Que? I am tho, you made me that way!" Following the other soundlessly he took a seat next to Feliciano who was tucking into a Dolmidos child paste pasta and mumming to himself.

"Hey! Don't just sit where you want!" The fuming bad tempered brunette slammed a ripe tomato down, making his brother jump.

"B-but we haven't been here long enough to claim seats!" He protested weakly, clutching the pasta to his chest. Frowning, the older shook his head.

"Not you, the Spanish idioto sitting next to you." He explained as he watched the brother look around him curiously.

"What Spanish boy?" He asked with his high pitched voice, making Lovino worry now. He looked into Antonio's bright green eyes with a questioning glare; he shrugged back in reply.

"/you/ made me up. I'm an imaginary friend."

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After that day, the two were inseparable. Lovino was often bad tempered with him but Antonio's cool and happy, relaxed nature countered it and balanced it perfectly. Every summer they would run around for hours in the sun and watch the stars at night in the fields. every spring would be the season for picking berries and flowers and throwing them everywhere, every autumn was the time for them to snuggle up to each other under a blanket by the fire and drink hot drinks. finally, every winter was the season of the snowman. it would be a new adventure everyday with a fresh blanket of snow; a new canvas for them you create something magical from the white dust. They were the unlikeliest of friends, but that's usually how a strong bond starts. Unfortunately, it was usually the way things got bad as well. After a few years, Lovino started growing up. And by growing up, he soon found having an imaginary friend was a bit... babyish.

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"Lovi~!" The excitable Spanish teenager bounded down the stairs like every other day. He had known it had snowed over night. Antonio always knew everything, he gave the best advice. He knocked on the downstairs study door where Lovino was most likely revising for upcoming tests.

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