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Snapped-Tomato
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[2014-04-06 01:44:03 +0000 UTC]
"You'd look good with a smile~"
(Italy)
# Statistics
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Watching: 161; Pageviews: 6895; Comments Made: 7105; Friends: 161
# Interests
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Favorite bands / musical artists: O
Favorite books: D
# About me
Lovino smiled, quite sadly, and cupped his face. "Let me ask you something... Do you love me now?" His grin grew wider and more crazed.
Appearance
South Italy has dark brown hair and an olive complexion, unlike his brother, who is pale. His eyes are green; however they are often colored hazel or brown. Like his brother, he has a wild long curl that acts as his erogenous zone, though it rests on the right side of his head. He usually wears a khaki uniform in a different style than Italy's (and more similar to Spain's), with 3/4-length sleeves. He has bags and dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep. His eyes are usually bloodshot due to the fact that he cries a lot, and his uniform will have bloodstains on it if he had just murdered someone. Romano wears a fake smile on his face most of the time.
Personality and Interests
This is not the normal Lovino Vargas you'd expect. He usually acts as if he's very happy all of the time, but in a creepy and intimidating way. If he doesn't get what he wants, he'll throw a fit. If he doesn't get who he wants, he'll become very psychotic and maybe even go on a killing spree. If he sees someone without a smile on their face, he may fake being concerned about their feelings and most likely force a smile on their face, in either an appropriate way or a violent way. While he's a bit of a smiler, he still brings back his old self sometimes. He laughs a lot more than his usual self would, but he really feels abandoned and rejected. When he's alone, he cries his eyes out and doesn't crack one smile at all. He feels as if he doesn't deserve love and affection from others because of his murderous ways, which he thinks he can't control at all. The reason why he doesn't get sleep is that he has continuous episodes of realistic nightmares and sleep paralysis.
He's very fond of chainsaws, knives, guns, and any other weapons you can think of. And of course, he uses the meat of his dead victims for pizza and pasta. He also injects them with a needle to take some of their blood for his beverages.
Headcanons- snapped-tomato.deviantart.com/โฆ
Other Accounts: Moi-Moi-Sauna
TsundereFrost
S-wedish-Meatballs
Dont-Cry-Bud-laska
Uke-Of-Peace
# Comments
Comments: 2749
*blinks at Lovino*
*carefully places a hand on his shoulder*
"You alright there Lovi?"
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//jumps slightly and pulls away
Yes, bastard-
Why wouldn't I be?
//is twitching visiblyย
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"..."
*really concerned*
"..I.. Well.. You're twitching.."
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Everything is OK!
//grinds teeth together
//reaches in his pocket and caresses his knife
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*tilts head*
"...if you s-say so.."
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//smirks darkly
Si...
//lashes out at the male with the knife
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Because Antonio hadn't expected Lovino to carry a knife, he hadn't expected him to pull it out and lash out at him with it. And because he was off guard, the knife made a quick but perfect slice across his throat. For a second, Antonio stood there, eyes wide. Then he grabbed at his own throat to stop the bleeding, choking on his own blood. He was sort of glad he was a country. Sadly, this was going to scar. BADLY.
"L-Lo.. vi..no..?" He choked out, very confused. Why did he do that?!
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Lovino smiled coldly. "I couldn't wait any longer...~" He stepped closer to Antonio, gripped his waist, and pushed him against the wall, leaning in closer. Lovino breathed in the thick, metallic air and lapped slightly at the river of blood flowing from Antonio's neck. " I really needed some fast food to hold me off until I found a nice little victim. You were just the unlucky, or should I say lucky? suspect~"
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Antonio coughed weakly, too weakened by the bloodloss and confusion to protest or fight back. He tried to push Lovino away, shivering as he felt a tongue licking his blood away. Was Lovino still Lovino..? No.. No, it was some sort of THING. A twisted mind in the husk that was his friend once.
"S..t..op.." Antonio choked out, blood spraying with each sound. "L..Lo..vi..no.. P..or.. fa..vore.. S..top.."
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He laughed darkly. "Stop? But the fun has just begun!" The Italian sank his teeth in to Antonio's shoulder, biting into the flesh and tearing it away. Lovino chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of his former-friend, who was now just a sustenance. He thinks he'll play around with him some more. "Don't quit on me yet, Antonio~"
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Antonio cried out in pain as he felt his flesh being ripped away. He tried to kick Lovino in the place where the sun don't shine, but he was growing weak. "L-Let.. Let go!" He screamed, trying to fight but being too weak to do so.
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"But you taste so good, tesorino~" He smirked devilishly as he wiped most of the blood around his mouth away with his sleeve. "So if you can stay awake... We can have more fun!" Lovino leaned in and licked the Spaniard's cheek, humming in approval to his taste.
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"...I'm.. not.. h-having fun.. w-with YOU." Antonio spat. "M..Monstruo..."
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"Monster? Hah! I'm being merciful, none of my victims have lived as long as you has." Or maybe it was the fact that Antonio was a country? Lovino didn't care. He was just happy he got his hands on him.
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Antonio tried to retort, but just coughed up more blood. A wheeze escaped his lips.
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"Close to passing out so soon? I was just about to get to some fun stuff..." Lovino pouted. "No worries, though. I'll make you last even after you're dead." He slid Antonio's body down and straddled him, bringing out his knife once more. "You'll make some good pasta."
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Antonio glared at him, and collected some blood in his mouth. Then he spit it right into Lovino's face, cursing him out in Spanish after that.
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"Oh, you wanna play like that?" He smiled through the blood and sank his knife into the Spaniard's side.
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Antonio let out a strangled yell of pain.
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Lovino pulled the knife out and licked a majority of the blood off. "I don't see why I didn't do this earlier... You taste amazing~"
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Antonio flinched in pain, clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth.
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Lovino smiled, saddenly might I add, and cupped Antonio's face. "Let me ask you something... Do you love me now?" His smile grew wider, more crazed.
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Antonio's face looked shocked for a moment, then the glare returned. "I don't love YOU." He snapped. "..I love Lovino."
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He chuckled darkly. "Don't you realize? I amย Lอญฬอซอฬอฬอฬฃฬญฬฬอฬญฬoออคฬฬธอฬนvฬฬฬฬฝาอฬฬiฬอฬตอออฬอฬฬ ฬอฬฏnฬฝฬอฬฬอกฬงฬฬฑฬออฬณฬฒฬoอฬอฬฬฝอออฬอฬ ฬผฬฆอ อฬซฬ!"
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"You're not. Lovino is in there, I know it. You're just a parasite." Antonio smirked weakly. He grabbed Lovino's collar. "...And I love Lovino. Not you."
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"A parasite? Can't you see that this is ME? This is the real Lovino?!" He growls and clenches his teeth, hovering the knife over Antonio's left shoulder. Tears were threatening to come out.
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Antonio let out a chuckle, that soon turned into a slightly deranged laugh. "..If you are the real Lovino, I must be insane for loving you~ Because I do Lovi.. I.. really.. do.." He was grinning brightly at Lovino, even though he was in pain. His eyes seemed to dull out.
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"You better not sleepย on me! Do you hear me, you bastard?!" Tears are now streaming down his face. He wants to finish him off, but also doesn't want to at the same time.
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"...hehe.." Antonio chuckled weakly. "....I thought.. you.. wanted me.. to sleep..?~" His words were soft and dying out, but they were still sharp and mocking. For a while, it seemed like he was still smiling lightly at Lovino, his eyes half lidded in amusement. But then it became clear his chest wasn't going up and down like it was supposed to. The smile slowly went slack. His eyes had completly glazed over, lifeless.
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"FUCK! Antonio, you weren't supposed to die! I didn't say you could!" He's throwing a fit, stabbing at the ground beside Antonio's body. "You're a fucking country, you can't die.."
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There was still a weak pulse visable in his neck, but the blood was still dripping out. He would heal of course, but this would hold him in a coma for at least a week or so. And boy, was this gonna scar. He looked pretty lifeless though. Almost as if he were sleeping peacefully. If you ignore the blood of course.
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Lovino growled in annoyance. The lack of sleep from his insomnia was affecting how he thought. Of course Anotonio wasn't dead. Well, not completely, but still. He'll come back. He stood and grabbed the Spaniard's wrists and began to drag him into the nearest bed room where he wrapped the wounds he'd inflicted. Has it really come to this? To the point where he attacked his own friend? If only he hadn't been around while Lovino was in that state of mind... Things would have been different.
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Antonio's breathing returned after a while, though it was very weak and strained. A soft cough sometimes left his lips, bringing leftover blood along. But.. He seemed to be healing. Slowly, but he was healing at least.
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Lovino had been sitting at Antonio's side for what seemed like days, though it was just a few hours in reality. Every time the uneven breath of his friend, should he call him that?, exited his body in a painful manour or when he coughed Lovino would flinch slightly, the guilt only growing.
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Antonio just kept breathing painfully slow, sometimes he seemed to stop breathing entirely. But then he sucked in a ragged breath again, as if he had astma. His fingers twitched a few times over the countless hours. A day later, Antonio opened his eyes just a bit. He looked Lovino in the eye for a moment, smiled weakly, and then closed his eyes again, returning to the strained breathing coma he was in.
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Lovino hasn't got up from where he sat unless he needed to get a new cloth to lay across Antonio's forehead and etcetra. He hasn't moved to get anything for himself and when Antonio open his eyes for those few seconds, his breath caught unknowing what to do. Only when the Spaniard shut them again was when he exhaled and began breathing once more.
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Antonio seemed to be healing well. It was slow, but he was healing. The stabwound on his shoulder was almost fully healed, but it would scar greatly. So would his throat. That was also almost fully healed. The only place that took very long to heal was his shoulder, where Lovino had teared a piece away. That took a long time to heal.
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Lovino hurt, but he didn't care. Hunger pangs were tearing throughout his nervous system, but he still neglected his health and did his best to mend Antonio's. He did believe he deserved it; simply because he really did. Lovino sighed and walked out to get a fresh cloth to place on Antonio's forhead.
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While he was gone, Antonio stopped breathing for a moment again. But when he inhaled again, a choking sound was heard. He coughed weakly, then louder. And louder.
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Lovino heard the sound and ran back into the room, almost tripping over the floor itself. Once he got to Antonio, he checked everything in a panic to see what was wrong.
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Antonio's nerve system made him roll on his side, even though that hurt, so he was in a better position to cough. Sadly, it was a big cough of blood, saliva and bile mixed together, and it went right on Lovino's shirt. After that cough, Antonio went completly limp again, exhaused. A pained whimper left his unconcious lips.
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Lovino couldn't do much to help, so he sat on the bed beside Antonio and wiped his mouth with the new cloth he had just gone to get him. After that, he continued to sit there and rub circles into his back while humming a song Antonio would sing him when he was just a kid.
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Antonio seemed to relax into his touch, subconciously snuggling closer with a sigh. A small smile graced his face at the song, and he let out a contented hum. His breathing was still strained, but it was clear his pain was disappearing. Slowly, but it was disappearing. His lips moved softly, as if he was whispering. But all that was heard was a soft wheeze.
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Lovino visibly relaxed as he saw Antonio breathing some-what easier. His eyes began to droop; the lack of sleep getting to him again, but he drew a hand over his face and continued to hum to Antonio and rub his back.
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Antonio was soundly sleeping, the wheezing had nearly stopped. He snuggled closer, a tiny whisper of Lovino's name escaping. The Spaniard sighed softly in his sleep, his breathing still strained though.
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Lovino tensed up and seemed to blush furiously before he sighed in content at the warmth Antonio gave off.
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Antonio clenched a little bit of Lovino's clothing in his sleep, contently sighing at the familiar smell. It seemed like his dreams had finally turned to good dreams instead of the nightmares.
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Lovino contemplated for a few moments and then laid on his side beside Antonio. Exhaustion was taking over and he almost fell asleep. But he laid there, caressed Antonio's cheek, and hummed.
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((Aaaaah, it's cute. x33 The pychopath and the guy who will definatly get Stockholm syndrome xDD))
Antonio nuzzled into Lovino's touch. His eyes opened for a moment again, only to close after he gave a small noise of happiness. He looked so... peaceful for someone who got cut up.
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(Yeeeessss OTP xDD)
After a while, Lovino eventually fell asleep, even though he'd much prefer not to, holding Antonio. Unfortunately for Antonio, Lovino snores. Kind of loudly.
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