YaY-Fan

Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth. Pairing: SpainxRomano -- Antonio had stuck to Lovino like glue over the next few days. The Italian was rarely allowed to go anywhere on his own, mainly for the reason that the vampire was terrified that something bad would happen to him. When Lovino had to work, Antonio would hang around the restaurant for how many hours Lovino's shift was and then walk him back to his apartment where he would stay with him all night. He rejected Gilbert and Francis' offers of nights out because he was so convinced that Lovino's safety was at stake… which it was,

Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth. Pairing: SpainxRomano -- He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard. Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart. If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard en

Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth. Pairing: SpainxRomano -- "So... what are we going to do now?" Lovino looked between the three vampires questioningly. After their little discovery, all four of them had been on edge. Antonio had kept his arm securely around him, as if he would disappear into thin air if he dared to let go. Gilbert looked serious for once and Francis' thoughts were so preoccupied he slipped into French when talking to them. Lovino had mulled the situation over in his mind and he had no idea what he was supposed to do in order to find his brother. Antonio said it would

Warnings: Yaoi, vampire sexytiems, Twilight bashing and Lovino's ridiculously foul mouth. Pairing: SpainxRomano -- What the fuck was taking him long?! Lovino paced back and forth his apartment, hands gripping his hair and his breathing quick and panicked. Feliciano would be all right... he would be just fine. He probably went out and forgot about the pasta... no, that wasn't like him at all, he would never forget about the pasta. But that didn't explain the state of his room. Things were knocked off his desk, as though he had backed up against it in retreat, his bed was a mess... as though he has scrambled over the covers in order to get