Hetalia Oneshots

Last Night -Spamano-

Just a warning, this has a small nsfw scene in it so don't read if you don't like
This is for Ashleigh
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Sweat dribbling down his brow, Lovino tapped nervously on the door of the cell
“Antonio..?” he whispered into the crack beside the door, looking up to make sure that the guards had not heard.
“Lovi, what are you doing here?” Antonio’s cheerful voice was muffled by the thick wood.
“I snuck past the guards, so you better be grateful!” Lovino replied quietly, inserting the key into the lock, taking care to not make a sound. He slipped into the cell, wincing at the putrid smell of urine and sweat. Before him, seated on the uncomfortable bed he was shackled to was Antonio, his unkempt brown hair flopping over his bright eyes. Lovino’s face flushed as the other man’s face lit up at the sight of him. “What are you smiling about, you bastard?!” he snapped, only at the last second muffling his voice.
“My little Lovi came to visit, how could I not be happy?” Antonio replied, a wide smile gracing his tanned features. The Italian blushed and looked away, mumbling a halfhearted
“Shut up” before allowing himself to be pulled onto the Spaniard’s lap, hooking his legs around his waist. “I don’t get how you can be in such a good mood when tomorrow...” he trailed off, burying his head in Antonio’s shoulder, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He felt Antonio’s comforting arms wrap around him and gently stroke his back, the clinking chains an ever present reminder of the other man’s fate.
“Come on Lovi, you look so much better with a smile you know” Antonio said in Lovino’s ear “We should enjoy this while it lasts”
“But it’s not fair!” Lovino protested, clenching his fists and frowning “Why does it have to be you? First my idiot brother runs off with that potato bastard, and now you’ll leave me too! Why?” hot tears ran down his cheeks and he sobbed into Antonio’s chest “It’s not even true! They lied and now... And now you’re going to leave me.” He choked out, blood starting to seep from his tightly clenched hands. Antonio just took his hands and kissed them, before wiping the tears from Lovino’s cheeks
“Come on, don’t cry. I’m never going to truly leave you. I’ll just be waiting for you in the next life, okay? I love you, Lovi, don’t forget that” he smiled and pressed his lips sweetly to the Italian’s. Lovino went red again and mumbled a response before kissing Antonio again, needily clinging to the taller man. They stayed like that for a while, exchanging kisses and holding each other as the night wore on.

“Lovi, you’re going to have to go soon...” Antonio said, now lying down beside Lovino on the bed, an arm wrapped around him. Lovino shook his head and clung to Antonio
“I wanted to do something special for our... last night...” He replied. “I think... I’m ready now.” He said, cheeks turning scarlet. Antonio looked surprised but smiled, caressing his face
“You look like a tomato, Lovi~”
“Tch, shut up, bastard!” he snapped back “This is serious”
“You’re right, sorry” Antonio smiled again, making Lovino’s breath hitch in his throat at the beautiful face twisted into a lopsided grin. He closed his eyes as Antonio brought their lips together again, this time tracing his lips with his tongue and deepening the kiss. Lovino moaned into Antonio’s mouth as he tugged on his hair curl with one hand and slipped the other under his patchy shirt to roam over his chest. “How does this feel?” Antonio asked, trailing his hand down Lovino’s stomach until he reached the waistband of his trousers. Lovino closed his eyes as Antonio’s hand went lower and moaned again when he rubbed his crotch.
“I-It’s good” he murmered, not meeting his lover’s eyes in embarrassment. Antonio kissed him again, and began planting kisses down Lovino’s body until he got to his trousers, which he slowly removed. Lovino bit his lip as Antonio began stroking his member, and almost cried out as he moved his hand faster, covering his mouth with his hand to stop further sounds alerting the guards. After a while, Antonio replaced his hand with his mouth, running his tongue over Lovino’s length. “A-ah!” the brunette squirmed slightly and breathed heavily as the Spaniard continued with his work, and moaned his name as he came, panting and blushing crimson. Antonio moved so that he could once again kiss Lovino on the lips, the Italian somewhat dazed in the afterglow of his orgasm. He smiled happily and pulled his lover close to him
“I’m glad I can spend this time with you Lovi. I’m so lucky I met you” Antonio whispered
“S-shut up, idiota!” Lovino replied, freezing as the clatter of footsteps rang from outside the cell. “Shit! That must be the guards!” He hissed, clambering off the bed and pulling his trousers up. “I have to go now!” he said, frowning miserably and turning to leave. Antonio quickly caught his hand for the last time and pressed a crumpled piece of paper into it.
“I love you Lovi. I’ll see you later.” Antonio said solemnly, releasing Lovino’s hand and sitting back down on his bed, watching his love leave the room, knowing that it was possible the last time he’d ever see him.

In the morning, Lovino got up early and ran to the cell that Antonio was held in, only to find it empty, the person he was looking for already outside facing his doom. Not allowed outside due to his chores, Lovino settled for cleaning by one of the windows, desperate to catch a glimpse of his ill fated lover. He gazed at the huge crowd all pushing for a front row seat, all wanting to be as close to the gallows as possible and felt sick knowing that Antonio would be subject to the taunting and cruelty of that blood thirsty rabble. It took all of his will not to break down there and then and cry. He needed to see him. Even just for a second. Lovino leant against his broom for support as he saw Antonio get led out towards the hangman’s noose, his familiar mop of warm brown hair the only thing he could make out. The crowd erupted into jeering and angry yells when he was pushed through them, but they quietened when he reached the platform. The executioner beckoned to Antonio and got him to climb the stool, before looping the noose around his neck. Lovino was close to tears by now, holding the broom in shaking hands.
“This can’t be happening. Godamnit you bastard why did this have to happen!” He sobbed, slamming his fist down on the windowsill. For an instant his tear filled eyes met Antonio’s beautiful green ones, then the next thing he saw was his body swinging from the rope, a sickening crack ringing in his ears during the moment of silence before the cheers of the crowd. His Antonio, gone. “Fuck... You stupid bastard... You left me...” Lovino sank to the floor, tears dripping onto his apron. As he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, he head rustling and remembered the note Antonio had pressed into his hand the night before. He unfolded the note and read:

My dearest Lovi,

I love you. I’m sorry I had to leave you here by yourself, but I know you’ll be okay. I’ll still be with you, even if I’m not there physically. Just remember that I love you, okay? You’re perfect, the best thing that has happened to me and I’m so glad I got to spend time with you. I can’t say any more, since the guards are coming and I’m shaking so much I can barely write now, but I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.

Love,

Antonio

A fresh wave of tears blurred Lovino’s vision as he clutched the note to his chest. “Stupid, stupid idiot.” He muttered, his voice croaky “I love you too, you bastard.” He sobbed, bringing the note to his lips and kissing it. The wails and sobs that tore their way from his lips echoed around the castle as he sat huddled by the wall, rereading the note. “I love you too.”