Antonio pranced cheerfully into the room with a wide grin on his face which instantly put Lovino on edge.
"Hey Lovi, can you tell me the opposite of these words?" He questioned as he sat down the couch next to him causing the Italian to raise a confused before before he gestured for the Spaniard to continue.
"Always, Coming, From, Take, Me Down" He said simply causing a cowl to appear on the Italian's face briefly before he gave the Spaniard an innocent looking grin.
"Never, Gonna, Give, You, The Fucking Satisfaction" He chirped cheerfully as he stood up and strolled out of the room with a satisfied grin on his face as Antonio pouted.
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"I guess it didn't go well, huh?" Francis questioned as he walked into and saw the still pouting Spaniard on the couch, Antonio just let out a pitiful whine causing the Frenchman to roll his eyes before he sat down on the couch.
"I told you I wouldn't work, Lovino's to clever for that" He said which just made Antonio let out another pitiful whine, Francis rolled his eyes as he patted the man's back. This is what Antonio get;s for listening to Gilbert's advice over his own.
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Hetalia One-Shots
FanfictionJust a bunch of one-shots that I came up with. Some with me funny, some will be cute and others will be depressing.
