Personalities Spamano/AmeCan

People with personalities classified as tsundere, are rather, difficult to deal with. They mean well, but have a hard time communicating how they feel properly. One such can, I mean, person, is Lovino Vargas, also known as Southern Italy. His curses made even the most seasoned sailor blush like a school girl, his angry frown almost a permanent attachment. Not having the energy, or care for such a person, South Italy had no friends, save for Spain, his brother, and Canada. Now, for the first time in his immortal life, Lovino had a problem, one that could not be dealt with by the mafia. No, this was a matter of the heart. South Italy had fallen head over heels for Spain, and he had no idea what to do. His whole life, he had treated the man horrendously, and yet the Spaniard never fought him, taking his insults in stride. This tore Lovino apart every time he dwell on the subject, which was the reason said Italian was currently at his only friend’s house.
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‘Are you done, eh?’ Canada asked, watching South Italy nod, sipping his tea morosely.

‘I just-a want to tell him, but whenever I-a try, it just all comes out wrong!’ Lovino suddenly yelled, standing to walk over to a nearby window, looking out at the calm snowy landscape outside. This caused his phone to slip from his pocket, landing screen side up. Canada looked down, and noticed with horror that Lovino had somehow called Spain, and the call had been continuous for the last three hours. Clicking end, Canada stood to join his friend, silence descending as the watched snow fall thickly, obscuring view of the main road. This proved to be their downfall, for they did not see a car slowly make its way into the Canadians property, parking discreetly behind a shed.

'Can I-a spend the night? I don’t want to drive thru this.’ Canada smiled, jumping when there was a sudden knock on the door. Walking to the door, Canada pulled it open, only to have Spain bypass him, heading straight for his sitting room. He immediately walked over to South Italy, pulling him into a passionate kiss, smirking when he felt the Italian tangle his fingers in his hair, pulling the elder closer.

‘L-look, idiota, I..I, uh..’ Spain silenced South Italy with another kiss, smiling down at the younger nation.

‘Ti amo.’ South Italy smiled, and he and Spain left, biding Canada and Spain’s companion good night.
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Waving goodbye, Canada closed the door, still a little shocked at what had happened, but happy for his friend nonetheless. Forgetting about Spain’s companion, Canada made to go to his kitchen, but was stopped when powerful arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him against a broad chest. The Canadian squeaked, causing the other to laugh softly, before nuzzling Canada’s head lovingly.

‘And where do you think you are going?’ They asked, dragging Canada towards the sitting room. Canada only flushed a deep red, putting his flags colours to shame.

‘W-W-What are y-y-you doing, e-eh?’ He squeaked, slipping from the grasp, so that he was facing the other, a mock glare (adorable pout) on his face. The other laughed nervously, wringing his hands while looking at the floor.

‘L-Look, you ain’t datin’ anybody, right?’ Canada blushed, shaking his head shyly. It didn’t help that no one could see the nation, so why date him? ‘Good, then you wouldn’t mind if I did this?’ Before he could respond, needy lips were pushed against his own, and he instinctively pressed back, moaning as large hands pressed against the small of his back, pressing the two against each other. Running his hand thru the others hair, Canada accidentally brushed against a particular part that stood up, seemingly defying gravity. This earned a growl, and a tongue war was started, Canada letting the other dominate purposely. Once air was deemed a necessity, the two broke, and in a rare show of strength, Canada fireman lifted the other man, carrying him to the nearest guest room, tossing him onto the bed.

‘I love ya!’ The man stated nervously, gulping at the animalistic grin crossing the Canadians face.

‘I love you too, America.’ He replied, before diving in for another kiss.