RANDOM NUMBER GANG
Tomate: Hola mi amigos!
PastaLord: Who said I was your friend?
Tomate: Your lack of contacts in your phone ;3
PastaLord: Fucker, but true
Tomate: So what's up?
PastaLord: Bastardo it's like 3 am why are you even awake?
Tomate: you didn't even answer my question! ;-; but it's because I can't sleep, pulling an all-nighter for my hw and drank too much caffeine
PastaLord: Tch, idiota. Wanna call?
Antonio looked at his phone in shock. Lovino wanted to talk to him?? On the phone??
Tomate: really?? That means I would hear your voice~
PastaLord: look do you want to or not the offer stands once
Tomate: yes! Yes! I want to!!!!!
PastaLord: Jesus Christ hold on
Antonio grinned in excitement as he stared at his phone screen. Then his heart raced once he saw the name "PastaLord" appear.
He clicked answer and held the phone to his ear, "Hola!"
He heard a snort and then the smoothest voice he ever heard spoke, "You really are an excited idiot..." he almost cooed.
Damn. That voice was so darn attractive, it made Antonio sweat a bit. "Haha... maybe! So! What do you want to talk about?"
"Hm. Nothing much. You're graduating this year, right?" Lovino questioned, there was a shuffling of blankets as the other was turning over.
"Yep! You?" Antonio asked in reply, he smiled at the sound of Lovino's soft breathing.
Lovino hummed, "yeah. My nonno has been fucking pestering me about what I want to do over the summer. I don't get why the hell he even asks, he's just gonna give me the fucking money and send me wherever I wanna go." He grumbled.
"That sucks, I'm sorry..." Antonio perked up, "what if you asked if you could invite me over~?"
"Ha! You think I would just let you here by ourselves?" Lovino teased, "I'll ask if I can invite friends over. We could probably camp or some fucking shit."
"Camping! Sounds fun!"
"Mhm. G'night."
"Goodnight Lovi!"
Lovino hung up the phone and bit his bottom lip, a small smile on his face. Maybe is summer wouldn't be so bad.
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Group Chat (Spamano, Prucan, HongIce)
FanfictionBack at it again with some Hetalia garbage! Plot: There's a wall on a blog that randomly generates real numbers, so what happens when a certain Prussian and Spaniard decide to make a group chat with the first few numbers? Shenanigans, that's what.
