Please, submit to the right foulder:
With other characters: Spain and/or Romano with other characters.
Spain: He's the only one in the deviation.
South Italy: He's the only one in the deviation.
Spamano: The two are in the same deviation and only them.
Fanfics: Spamano must be the MAIN pairing.
Cosplay: Spain, Romano or spamano hits.
Other: Gifs, journals, random, mmd, etc
Nyo: At the moment Spain or Romano or both of them are nyo.
2P: It conteins 2p!characters
Neko and mochi: animal!hetalia and mochi!hetalia
Comics and doujins: But if it has mature content, then they go to the R18 folder
R18: If the deviation conteins mature content
Gakuen: high school!spamano
Stamps: Spain, Romano and spamano
Content mature is allowed (but it has to be in content mature please)
Other pairings are allowed BUT only if there is also spamano in the deviation.
Other pairings of Spain or Romano are NOT allowed unless the deviation has spamano hits.
Fanfics are allowed if they have spamano as the MAIN pairing.
Breathe- Spamano One-ShotLovino always gets lost, and today is no different. He wanders the streets of the great city, undeniably and irrefutably lost. The moon is at his back and the streets curious and strange around him. The peace is almost unsettling; men call out to him from behind stalls, offering their wares, and he wonders at how different their voices sound from the wails of battle he has grown accustomed to. The capital city is so much different from the mountains that he feels as if he has stepped into another world. But he is still lost in it, and alone, for his brother no longer walks with the living.Breathe- Spamano One-Shot by Illusionsdreamsfan
This is why Lovino walks, to leave behind the shadow of his brother's soul that grips at his ankles and threatens to pull him down into the abyss. Or perhaps what he feels are the demons Grandpa Roma tells him to beware. Demons who are alive in the dark of night and slip in through the cracks of a weary soul. He loved his brother when he was alive, and still he does, but it has been years since he dr
SpainxFem!Romano - Forever OTPLovina never liked Francis, though he was her cousin, she just hated him. He was a pervert, egotistical and had some weird ass-friends. Though Antonio was also her friend. They met in seventh grade and are now closer then ever. People often mistake them for a couple which either erns them Lovina screaming (Which is usually followed by a kick or punch) at them or Antonio laughing. Lovina's time with Francis sort of had a effect on her, she started being a master at romance, knowing if they were good for each other or not. Antonio had started dating girls, and when things didn't work out he'd go to Lovina for comfort, and Lovina would share what her feelings were about them, she'd tell him their personalities, interests, and how they would go with each other, it would be either positive or negative. Lovina found herself having a thing for setting people she knew up, on a shipping chart. On her shipping chart there were a lot of classes, such as, Couple, Friends with Benefits, FriendSpainxFem!Romano - Forever OTP by Huskylover133
Another world IIt was a little chilly outside when I was heading back home from Arthur's house, but that good wine Francis gave me, was still warming me up from the inside. Even the white, cold snow didn't bother me like it always have, which meant I had to be kind of drunk. Though I didn't feel dizzy at all, and this was really odd because when people were in the same place as Feliks was, they always woke up with a damn hangover in the weirdest places they wouldn't even think about earlier.Another world I by Domcia880
Well, I wasn't like them. I liked to drink a little, but I definitively did not like when my head was pounding like a bitch in the morning. Since I once woke up next to naked Ivan without my pants on I reduce my drinking to one, fine glass of wine or whisky or whatever they had. And it was funnier to look at a bunch of drunken idiots when I was sober.
A quiet sigh escape my lips as I put my frozen hands to the pocket to warm them up a little, because I have forgotten my damn gloves on Arthur's coffee table. It wa
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