It all starts, when England, angered with the other nations' behavior, tries to summon something that is not Russia. Well, he succeeds.... in an unexpected way, that turns everything upside down.
So, this will be about my OC, my ships and the typical chaos of Hetalia and its fandom (including canons and (my) headcanons). Don't expect much. Also, my grammar and spelling will be off sometimes and I'm a bit of a grammar nazi, so feel free to point out odd things, so I can correct them.
Pairings included: GerIta, USUK, Spamano, PruHun, Franada, LietPol, RoChu, SuFin, OCxJapan and some I'm unsure about, means you can request whatever you want (but I won't write about ships I don't agree with.... kinda ironic, since I said you can request whatever you want).
If you still want to read this (crappy) story, enjoy! (Otherwise sod off) (.......sorry, that was rude)
P.S. I haven't planned everything yet, so if there's anything that needs a warning, I will write it at the start of the chapter.
He heard voices though. Specifically a thick Spanish one. He only knew one person with that odd, lilting Spanish accent. Antonio. He had to be alive. Lovino couldn't help but stare at Antonio with wide, startled eyes.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Antonio," he whispered.
"For what?" The Spaniard seemed puzzled."I'm so selfish, and I never think for anyone but myself. I'm so pathetic, and no one will ever love me."
"I do," Antonio replied.
This is a hetalia, SpaMano Human Universe (Yes, that means for a good 97% of this human names are used in lieu of countries).This is a yaoi fic, so be warned. This has MATURE content. It is not for the eyes of little chilluns. Read at your own risk. If you are the emotional type, keep your tissues at hand. Other ships are present briefly, but the story is focused on Lovino and Antonio. Enjoy!