i love you too antonio

Champion. ::Cesaro Smut::

Pairing: Reader x Cesaro

Word Count: 3,390

Warnings: Smut and smut. Also possible spoilers for Roadblock 2016. Also I used only three words of a foreign language, but pretty sure I managed to butcher them. So sorry!

So I was inspired to write this after Roadblock, so there might be some spoilers if you haven’t watched it yet. Also, I promise I am writing another Christmas one shot. It’s nearly finished and it features Sami Zayn! Who definitely deserves some love after roadblock too! 

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin

I almost screamed out loud in frustration, as I saw Xavier Woods interfere once again. This entire match had been far too close for my liking. Of course, that also meant that Cesaro and Sheamus still had a chance at the Tag Team Championships. My boyfriend had gone charging out of the gate, right at the beginning of the match and seemed determined not to let the pace up. Still, The New Day hadn’t broken the record for nothing and they weren’t giving anything away.

I don’t think I could take that heart-broken look on Antonio’s face again, if this match didn’t go his way. Shesaro (and you’ll be damned if you think I didn’t pick that up and run with it, the very moment that The New Day came up with it), deserved this victory, but unfortunately just because you deserved something, didn’t automatically guarantee result. Otherwise, (in my humble and admittedly slightly biased opinion), Sheamus and Antonio would have won the tag team championships long ago.

It was with great confusion as I watched, as Sheamus reached to make the tag and I frowned as Antonio pulled his hand back. What was my Swiss Superman up to? I knew that he must have a plan. Sheamus and Antonio may have had their differences in the past but they had (mostly) reconciled all that.

As soon as Cesaro charged forward, I realised the trick. Unfortunately for The New Day’s sake, Kofi didn’t. I cringed as Kofi smashed Antonio into the mat, leaving Sheamus to make the pin in all the confusion.  

I could hardly believe it as the referee called the match. My Swiss Superman had made it! He had his championship! I paused as I saw Antonio pull The New Day into a hug, ever the gentleman. A swell of pride filled me at the sight of my boyfriend. Of course, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, as Sheamus snatched both of the championship belts, though Antonio seemed more preoccupied with celebrating with his Cesaro section.

I didn’t have time to do much more, but send off a quick congratulatory text to his phone. After all, I was supposed to be working and even just watching this match on the TV in the back, was technically skiving.  I usually tried to be professional, but this time I just couldn’t not watch Antonio’s match, not when I believed in him so much.


For the next two hours, I didn’t even have so much as a chance to sit down, let alone seek out my boyfriend. I wanted to give him a better congratulation than just a text. But my job had to come first, I knew Cesaro understood that and a better congratulation would just have to wait until later.

Of course that was put off even later, as Shesaro were due to appear on Talking Raw, leaving me to catch a ride back to the hotel with my friend Lydia instead. She grinned in amusement as she got behind the wheel, watching me as I pulled up the WWE app on my phone so I could watch Antonio’s interview, tuning in just in time to see the European tour poster being brought up and the fact that he wasn’t even featured on it. I couldn’t help but wince slightly in response. On one hand, I was so proud of him for standing up for himself, on the other hand I could only hope that Vince McMahon and his other bosses weren’t watching. My hopes weren’t particularly high in that regard though. They did have their jobs for a reason after all. 

And tag team championships could always be taken away.


Waiting for Antonio in our hotel room, I tried to prep myself for his arrival. I was so excited to see him come walking through that door, with that championship belt that was rightfully his, slung over his shoulder and I could do little more than brush my hair before I paced anxiously across the floor.
I ended up pretty much launching myself across the room, once I heard the doorknob turning. I only paused as he entered, metal glinting off his right shoulder.

“That looks even better on you than I thought it would” I mused out loud. Antonio’s eyes were bright with excitement and pride as they locked with mine.

“You really think so?” he commented with a grin, crossing the room in two long strides, swinging me into his arms as he enthusiastically hugged me. I laughed as he swayed me teasingly side to side.

“Mhh-hmm,” I agreed, running my fingertips over the central medal on his championship belt. “I wasn’t too sure that you would get it off Sheamus”.

“I’m not going to let anything stop me now” he laughed, pulling back to take the belt in his hands, examining it for a moment.

“Sorry, I’m so late. Sheamus very much wanted to get me that pint of Guinness” he added, placing his trophy gently to the side before pulling me into him again.

“I had to repeat several times to him, that I had a very, very beautiful lady waiting for me” he told me pressing his forehead to mine.

“Really now? And who may this very, very beautiful lady be?” I replied, wrapping my own arms around his waist. I could feel his hands slip under my t-shirt, gently massaging my back.

“Do I really need to spell it out?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should just show you”.

I wriggled out of his grip, wagging my finger at him. “Ah, ah. You were the winner tonight. My treat” I informed, winking as I did so. Antonio just shook his head at me and pulled me to him once again.

“Exactly. So doesn’t that mean we should celebrate the way I want to? Because I already have an idea” he pointed out, effortlessly picking me up with one arm, carrying me towards our bed. My hands gripped automatically at the lapels of his jacket to steady myself, though I knew he would never drop me. After all, I had seen him practically throw fully-grown men across the ring before.

“Care to share?” I questioned, already knowing full well that I was going to enjoy whatever he had planned. I always did. Antonio was undoubtedly the best lover I had ever had.

“There will be plenty of sharing, don’t you worry” he replied as he rested me on the bed, nestling his large body comfortably between my legs. I could see the amusement begin to fade from his eyes as he became more serious, pressing his lips to mine.

My lips fell automatically apart to his, the moment that they made contact. It would be a lie if I said I hadn’t been thinking about this, the moment that he won that championship. My hands gripped at his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric under my fingers. His lips moved smoothly against mine, leaving me to whimper under his intense kiss. Everything about him was always intense. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pressing his lips to the top of my neck now, working his way down and along my jawline.

“I love you” he muttered against my skin, the words causing my breath to catch in my throat. He always said the words with such intensity, there was absolutely no way to deny them and I sighed happily.

“I love you too, Antonio” I told him back, my hands slipping under his jacket, to rub over the muscles of his back through his shirt. I felt him groan in response, said muscles moving slightly under my touch.

“Sore?” I questioned, my hands moving up to his shoulder blades, massaging firmly at the muscles there instead.

“Slightly. But not enough to stop” he murmured. He shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it onto the chair next to the bed, allowing me more room to work over his shoulders.

“But perhaps keep doing that for a little longer” he mused with a slight smile, before covering my lips with his own again. He kissed me firmly, passionately, as my hands continued to massage small circles into his shoulder muscles. He groaned on occasion, especially when I worked a particularly stubborn knot out. A pressure growing against my hip, alerted me to his growing arousal and I tucked a leg up by his waist, letting his hips fall closer to mine.

Antonio pulled back, his hands reaching for the bottom of my shirt.

“Up we go, darling” he murmured to me, indicating for me to sit up. I lifted my arms up above my head as the material was peeled from my body.

“My very, very beautiful lady” he commented, harking back to his earlier comment.  I grinned at his compliment, always so freely given, tugging gently at his shirt collar, before my fingers fell to the buttons. I managed to pull my legs free out from underneath him, crawling to my knees and leaning forward to press kisses to his skin, as more and more of his chest was revealed.  I could feel and hear the sharp intake of breath he made, every time my lips made contact with smooth skin.

He in turn, reached for me, one hand pulling my hair gently back from my face, holding it together in messy ponytail at the back of my head. His other hand ran soothingly up and down the length of my back, causing me to tremble slightly at his touch, hands rough only from the hardened calluses that adorned them.

From my vantage point, I could clearly see his hard member straining against the material of his trousers. My hand reached for him, intent on palming the bulge, but Antonio seemed to have ideas different to mine. Without a single spoken word, his gentle and steady strength ensured that I found myself back on my back.

“Not yet darling” he whispered against my bare stomach, the vibrations of his words hitting sensitive skin and causing sparks to shoot to my core, my arousal beginning to turn and grow in my lower body. His fingers reached for the band of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with the same preciseness that I had come to expect from him. No shaky, fumbling hands for Antonio Cesaro. Every hand movement, every gesture, always precise and firm in their actions, guiding me, pleasuring me.

I wriggled my hips, trying to help him in removing my jeans. I should have known that he didn’t need any help from me, his large hands easily smoothing the material down my legs and away from my body. His body hovered above mine, supporting his weight on his arms, kissing me once more.

My hips automatically bucked as I felt his hand cup my mound through my panties, one index finger pressing the fabric up against my clit, the material scrapping pleasurably against me. Taking the band of them in his teeth, he deliberately pulled them down, keeping eye contact with me. My breaths were deep and shaky, my chest heaving slightly under my bra.

Panties removed and lost to the floor, he returned to his previous position, tilting his head to watch my face closely, watching the pleasure cross my face as his hand once again cupped me. I let out a shaky moan as his fingers played over my clit, tracing a continuous figure of eight over my sensitive nub.

“Antonio…” I moaned, biting down sharply on my bottom lip, a slight taste of something metallic filling my mouth.

“Easy now, sweetheart” he told me, pressing a kiss to my sore lip, his tongue sweeping over the damaged and reddened area. His hand slipped lower, large fingers pressing ever so slightly against my entrance. He continued to tease me for a moment, fingers caressing the inside of me before retreating. My moans seemed louder than usual as his fingers finally entered into me, sliding in deeply.

As he continued to thrust his fingers inside of me, I could feel the glass face of his large watch, pressing up against my clit and I moaned intensely at the cold sensation.

“Just like that” I managed to get out, his fingers never faltering in their pace; his wrist maintaining just the right angle to cause my body to react, my hips bucking as his long fingers curled inside of me, playing me to the best of his abilities as he always did.

Antonio began to shuffle his body down the bed, my whole body shivering in anticipation of what I knew was coming next. Fingers still at work inside of me, I felt his lips latch onto my clit, his free hand steadying my hip, limiting the motion of them, leaving me barely able to buck up against him. 

He sucked gently for a moment, tongue pointed and flicking over my most sensitive point, before he began to whisper words in foreign languages against my clit, the vibrations stimulating me. I recognised some of them as endearments, but in all honesty my mind was too distracted by the glorious way he was making me feel, to translate the majority of his words.

“Amor, tesoro, amoureux…” he continued, the languages blending into one as his fingers continued to thrust and curl inside of me, his lips caressing over my clit at every word. My hips were fighting against his tight grip, bucking in reaction to him, every inch of skin seeming to vibrate as my release hit me. My cry filled the room as I continued to shudder under his ministrations, my back arching deeply.

I collapsed back onto the bed as Antonio pulled away, wiping gently at his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see that the cuff of his shirt was slightly damp with my wetness and that sight, for some reason, was quick to stir my body back into action.

My hands smoothed over his shoulders as I slid his shirt off, Antonio almost simultaneously reaching behind me to unclasp my bra.

“This is my favourite” he commented, playing with the lacy cup as he did so, before sliding the garment in question down my arms, releasing me from the confines. He leaned down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to gasp once more as his tongue swirled around it.

My own hand reached towards his trousers, palming the bulge through the material, alternating between different pressures. I kept my other hand at the back of his neck, holding him to my breast as his mouth, lips and tongue continued to manipulate my sensitive nipple. He stopped to groan occasionally, as my hand brushed over him in particularly sensitive way, his hips bucking ever so slightly. We continued like this for what must have been a couple of minutes, appreciating the way that my arousal was slowly continuing to build again.

By the time he had pulled away, Antonio was breathing deeply, his lips slightly swollen as he pressed them passionately to mine once again. I could hear him tugging at his belt as we continued to kiss, the signature sound  of his zip being pulled, following shortly after.

I pulled back as he began to manoeuvre his trousers down, choosing to arrange myself on the bed, one knee propped up, an arm flung nonchalantly across my stomach, the other on the bed by my head.

“Pretty as a picture” he mused with a smile as he took in the position I was in. He crawled atop of me slowly, taking the time to press a single kiss to my stomach, then one to my chest, followed by another to my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders the moment I felt him enter me, filling me in one complete stroke.

My back arched, giving Antonio the opportunity to slip one arm underneath me so he could hold me close tightly. We rocked our hips together, our motions severely limited by how tightly we were holding each other. Neither of us were willing to loosen our grip though, enjoying the closeness and the sense of intensity and intimacy it brought to our love-making. There was something to be said for a slow, steady pace, allowing our arousal to grow at a tantalising pace, just waiting for the right moment to be released.

“I’m so proud of you. It was amazing to watch you out there. Proving to everyone exactly what you’re capable of, proving to them why they should never doubt you” I murmured into his ear, before letting my lips play along the length of his neck, admiring the restrained strength that ran through his entire body.

“My beautiful lady, always believed in me, didn’t she?” he replied, moaning slightly as I nipped at the side of his neck.

“Always” I responded, before running my tongue over the mark I had just left behind, teasing a deeper shade of red to the surface.

He thrusted particularly harder into me as a result of my answer, causing my hips to buck, the burning I felt in my core intensifying. Our hips seemed to be clashing harder against one another and we were forced to let go of our tight grip on the other, as a faster pace began to erupt between us.

“The moment I got my hands on that championship belt, all I could think about was celebrating with you. Sharing the moment with you” he told me, steadying himself on his forearm as the pace became more desperate. His other hand was clutched tightly around my shoulder, anchoring my body to his, preventing me from slipping up the bed at each push of him inside of me.

On my part, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper inside of me, if that was even possible. We worked so well together in bed, both of us knowing when we should retreat and when we should push. There was a unity to us as we moved together as one, intent on driving the other to higher pleasures.

“Antonio… Soon” I moaned, my orgasm rapidly approaching, the muscles of my core almost clenching on their own, as my release prepared to take over.

“I’ll be right there with you” he assured me, his thrusts taking on a rougher tone now as he continued to push into me, the pace just as fast but more erratic, both of us losing our sense of rhythm. Yet just another sign of how close we were to our peaks.

I reached my edge first, still sensitive from my previous orgasm. This time I cried out his name, the word falling from my lips repeatedly in breathy gasps, seemingly almost a mantra. Antonio followed not long after me, my clenching muscles pulling him in, pushing him over the edge. He bit back several curse words as he released shot after shot of cum into me, only allowing my name and some endearments to leave his mouth.

He pressed his lips to mine in an open-mouthed kiss, as we both continued to try and catch our breath. He rolled off me, so he could collapse back against the mattress, the combination of anticipation, tonight’s championship match and his release seemingly draining him all at once.

I could see the sense of sleepiness in his eyes, even as he smiled widely at me, his chest rising deeply with each breath. I turned to snuggle up close to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“My champion” I muttered, pressing a simple kiss to his upper arm. Above my head I could hear him chuckle slightly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me slightly upwards so that my face was closer to his.

“I love you, y/n” he told me, exhaustion beginning to creep into his voice.

“I love you, too” I replied, watching as my Swiss Superman slowly drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing soothing to my ears. Gently, so as not to disturb him, I reached for the watch still on his wrist, undoing the buckle  so I could remove it and place it to the side.

Pulling the covers up around us, I pressed another soft kiss to his arm.

“Goodnight, love” I said, despite knowing that he couldn’t hear it.

anonymous asked:

A and B is like this happy couple that everyone knows about but they have to break up at the end of senior yr coz they have to go to different colleges. Before they break up B ask A to at least keep them in their mind for a bit and they agree if they still want each other they would get back together after college if not they don't. Whether they do or not is up do you :) spamano pls? (Sorry I wasn't sure if it sent or not and I was listening to Taylor swift's wildest dreams so

High School is different for everyone. For Lovino and Antonio it was just another stage of life that they needed to get through, that is, until they met each other. The moment they bumped into each other in the hallway that fateful day, it was love at first sight. At first it didn’t seem like they would get along as good as they did, yet they proved to be almost inseparable, soon enough becoming the most well-known and cutest couple of their entire class. They were wonderful and lovely, adored by both staff and classmates all around. It was the type of love that you assumed only existed in fairy tales. However, High School didn’t last forever, as Senior year flew by in the blink of an eye, and next thing they knew graduation was in less than a week away. Yet…a single problem remained. They wouldn’t be able to be together any longer, because they would both attend different collages in different parts of the country. That’s when they both agreed on a sad, yet expected choice…

“You sure you want to do this, Lovino?” Antonio asked, the two laying down on Lovino’s bed, just staring up at the blank ceiling as they held hands.

“Yeah. It’s…easier if we do it now rather than wait, you know.” Lovino said, trying to sound confident, but the hesitation was still there. Antonio turned to the side, pulling Lovino into an embrace. Lovino snuggled into it, purring at the warmth.

“I wish that it could be different.” Antonio murmured. But how could they even try to fix it? They would be thousands of miles apart from each other. Hell, Lovino was going to study overseas. He had gained a full scholarship to one of the best culinary schools in the world, and Antonio would never allow him to simply walk away from the chance. Not like Lovino would give up on it either.

“I know…it fucking sucks.” Lovino groaned, burying his face into Antonio’s chest. “I…I really don’t want to say goodbye…”

“I know.” Antonio kissed Lovino’s forehead, not noticing as a tear escape the edge of his eye. The two simply holding each other in silence for hours, agonizing over the fact that couldn’t be changed. They would never see each other again. Even if they tried to stay in contact, it would be almost impossible due to them living on their own lives. It was painful.

“…GAH!” Lovino finally sighed, sitting up on the bed. “Hey, listen, I have an idea!”


“Let’s make a promise.” Lovino turned to Antonio, staring into his eyes. “After…we part, I want you to promise me to keep me in your mind. Just for a little while longer, and I’ll keep you in mine. And…if by the time we see each other again we still feel the same then…” By the end of the sentence Lovino had tears falling down his cheeks, Antonio quickly hugging Lovino as tears of his own escaped his eyes.

“I promise.” Antonio whispered, smiling at Lovino as he held his pinky finger and wrapped it around Lovino’s. “We’ll keep in each other’s mind…and live on.”

“…yeah. We’ll…live on.” The two shared one more kiss.

“I love you, Lovino.”

“I love you, Antonio…so very much.”

It would be over seven years since that night. Antonio would go on to study law, graduating to become a prestigious lawyer at top of his class. Lovino would graduate to become a premium chef, working in the most exclusive of restaurants within Italy for a couple of years before being able to move back to his home city, where he planned to create his dream restaurant along with his brothers. The past seemed just that; past.

“Remember to get the milk, hold on, hey Luddy, do we need anything else? Oh! And some sausages!”

“I know I know.” Lovino grumbled, talking to his brother on the phone as he pushed the shopping cart. He was buying some grocery for himself when he made the mistake of asking his brother if he needed anything. Now he had an entire list to look for. “I’ll get you the stuff and drop them off at your place.”

“Alright! Thank you so much, Lovi! We owe you one-AH HE’S WALKING, LUDDY, GET THE CAMERA-!”

Lovino sighed, hanging up and getting his phone away. His little brother was already married and with an adopted child to call his own. He hated to admit it, but he felt old.

Where was his happy ending dammit?

“Right, some eggs and then milk.” Lovino went off to the area where the milk was at, and glanced around looking for the one he was looking for. However, as he usually did with things that were in tall places, he struggled to reach it from the top shelf. “Oh for fuck sakes.” He hissed, growling as his curl began to crunch up in frustration. The least time could’ve done was to make him any taller? It appeared Lovino would finally give up on his conquest, settling to maybe not get the milk. However, another shopper went ahead and reached up, easily picking up the milk from the top shelf.

“Here. This is the one you want, right?”

“Oh!” Lovino held the milk. “Y-Yeah, thanks, um…” Lovino glanced up, and the moment their eyes met, they froze in their spot. After so many years, Lovino once more was able to see those beautiful green eyes that he had dreamed about for so many years. He couldn’t even form out words, his heart beating ever so fast.

“…Lovino?” Antonio whispered, a smile appearing on his features as he recognized his former love.

“A…Antonio…” Lovino gasped, barely holding the milk in his hands. It was him. It was Antonio. He was there. In front of him. After all of this time… “…It’s you.”

“Lovi!” Antonio settled down the milk and instantly wrapped his arms around Lovino, picking him up in a hug before spinning around with him. “Lovi it’s really you!”

“GAH! Yeah, it’s me! Antonio! Put me down!” Lovino asked, his face burning as his mind began to rush with memories and emotions of all kinds. Antonio settled him down, but didn’t let go of him just yet, just excited and overjoyed.

“Lovi…I can’t believe it, it’s been so long, look at you!” Antonio squealed, quickly smushing Lovino’s face. Lovino grabbed a hold of Antonio’s hands.

“Yeah, I’m here!” Lovino lowered Antonio’s hands, but he didn’t let go of them just yet. “You…you’ve gotten taller too.”

“Have I? I honestly didn’t notice…” Antonio chuckled. “…hey, how come you’re here though? You were studying in Italy?”

“I saved up enough money there and came back here to build the restaurant my brother and I have always wanted. I just arrived a month ago, actually.” Lovino leaned closer to Antonio. “What about you? For once you aren’t wearing a t-shirt that’s three sizes too big.”

Antonio laughed. “Well, I’m a lawyer now, so I guess those kind of t-shirts are just back home.”

“A lawyer…” Lovino smiled ever so brightly. To think Antonio could go this far. It made him extremely happy. He truly did live on as they promised. “…I’m so glad.”

“Hey, Lovi.”

“Hm?” As Lovino glanced back up, Antonio stood mere inches away from his face, much to his surprise.

“You’re still on my mind.” He whispered. Those words alone almost had Lovino burst into tears, but instead he just gritted his teeth, punching Antonio lightly before hiding his face.

“Bastard!” Lovino hissed, however he was smiling, a few tears escaping his eyes. “You…you could’ve just gone on with someone else, you know?! Don’t you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or something?!”

“No,” Antonio went on. “I…I really couldn’t forget you, Lovino.” He leaned closer, holding Lovino’s hands. “Did you forget about me?”

“AS IF I COULD EVER!” Lovino yelled, throwing his arms around Antonio before burying his face into his chest. “You ass…even when I flirted with so many other people your smile always kept popping up in my mind…I couldn’t get over you dammit…”

Antonio smiled, holding Lovino in his arms. “I’m sorry?”

“You better be!” Lovino growled, looking up at Antonio as the two simply stared at each other. It felt as if they had both found a sense of accomplishment that they had never felt before. It was as…if they were complete and whole.

“Well…how about you come by my place? We could catch up.”

“I can’t, I promised Feli I would come by his place for dinner. Though…” Lovino’s cheeks burned red. “You could come over…and we could have dinner there together.”

“Feli wouldn’t mind?”

“He won’t. He owes me for coming down here and do his shopping.”

“Is that so?” Antonio stood silent for a few seconds, and then surprised Lovino with a peck on his lips, a feeling both missed ever so dearly. “…I still love you, Lovi.”

Lovino smiled. “I still love you too, Antonio. Very very much.”

Imagine Romano always waiting for Antonio to fall asleep before cuddling up to him. BUT Antonio is always still awake, waiting for Romano to cuddle up to him.

AND ONE NIGHT after Romano thinks Antonio is asleep and cuddles up to him like always, but Antonio pulls him closer and kisses his face.




anonymous asked:

Headcanon on how all the countries would declare their love!

(oh boy, there’s a lot of countries in this show! I’m going to go with the Axis, Allies, + Spain & Prussia, and if there’s someone you want to see that I didn’t involve, send another ask please!)

America/Alfred F. Jones: Alfred’s confession would be showy, probably in a public area. He would want the entire world to see how strong his feelings were for you, having no shame in pronouncing his love loudly and proudly. He’d look at you expectantly as he grabbed your hand, his wide smile becoming contagious as everyone around you muttered about the cute scene for weeks afterward.

England/Arthur Kirkland: Arthur wouldn’t be able to approach you directly, instead choosing to send you a cute card or a package that he made himself. He’d watch from a safe place, gauging your reaction on his gift, and if he sees positive results he’d be much more confident in approaching you, waiting for you to be the one to say something first before admitting to giving you the gift.

France/Francis Bonnefoy: Francis would be on watch to see when you’d finally be alone, wanting all your attention to be on him and his confession. He would announce that he has something important to tell you, getting down on one knee and holding your hand with his, the other hidden behind his back. He begins to list of various cliché romantic comparisons, telling you that you’re the stars to his sky, the wind in his sails, going on and on until your face is completely red. Francis would then pull out the rose behind his back, twirling it in his hand before he hands it over to you and confesses that he loves you more than he’s loved another person before. On the outside he appears calm and his normal charming self, only the small tint of pink on his cheeks cluing you in that he was as nervous as you were; internally, his heart is beating so loudly due to his nervousness that he’s worried he won’t even be able to hear your response.

Russia/Ivan Braginsky: Ivan’s serious confession was not the first time he’d ever say he loved you; at times he would remark that he did, but since he sounded childish while doing so, you hadn’t taken him seriously. It’s only when he ends up getting you alone that he becomes serious, handing you a sunflower and explaining that you were the only one that could rival his favorite flowers beauty. He proceeds to explain that his feelings for you are legitimate, and says ‘I love you’ in a much more serious tone that you can accept.

China/Wang Yao: Yao, not having enough faith to confess on his own, would have his siblings get unknowingly involved. They would have seen that he’s been enamored with you for awhile, and seeing that their eldest brother is making no moves, they take the situation into their own hands. They invite you over for dinner, without Yao knowing until you surprisingly turn up on his doorstep. The dinner goes well, regardless of the looks he’s sending his siblings that clearly says they’ll pay the minute you’re gone, and he manages to get you alone with him. While talking with you he tries to confess but always ends up stopping just before, wondering if this was the right time and place to do so; Im Yong Soo gets annoyed with his brothers inability and shouts from his hiding spot, ordering Yao to spit it out; the latter panics at his younger brothers outburst, and feeling as they he had only one choice left, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours.

Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Feliciano would do a variety of romantic things for you on a daily basis, getting you a bouquet of your favorite flowers every day, walking you home and to school, and spending as much time with you as possible. It would have been like you were dating for years, despite the fact he had never made anything official. His interest in other girls would soon fade until you were the only one on his mind; all of his actions and thoughts ended up leading him to think about you in some way, shape, or form. Realizing that he’s truly in love with you, he lets the feeling of pure joy overtake him as he runs to your house, fully prepared to unabashedly lay out his feelings on the table for you.

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Ludwig tries to approach confessing practically; figuring that even if you rejected him he could continue on with his daily life. He begins to worry that your relationship could be irreparably damaged if he did, which stops him from letting his feelings get in the way of your friendship. He ends up taking out his frustration on those around him, and when a frightened Feliciano tells Ludwig that he should just get it over with and stop taking out his repressed emotions on his friends, he decides the Italian is right, and goes to find you immediately. He stutters over his words as you stand in front of him, head tilted as you wait for him to explain why he had nearly dragged you out of class. He tries to think of advice that he’s been given, but finds that he’s drawing a blank. He ends up shouting, drawing attention to both of you, that he would enjoy it if the two of you were to become a couple and that he would understand if you were to reject him after such an awkward proposal.

Japan/Kiku Honda: Kiku, finding it hard to straight out confess that he’s been in love with you for a long time, dances around the subject. He makes a decision one day to confess, but being at a loss for words, he says something along the lines of “I’ve admired you for a very long time” admitting that when you were around him, he found it hard to focus on anything else. Seeing that you understand he’s confessing his love for you, he bows and avoids making direct eye contact, hoping that you’ll give him a chance to prove his dedication to you. Finding his confession to be cute, you give him a kiss on the cheek before agreeing to the date, glad that he had taken the initiative.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: Having never experienced love for a single woman before, he tries to think of various ways to approach you. He considers just creating a slideshow that shows how amazing he is and how lucky you’d be to have him, but having the smallest amount of common sense regarding love (thanks to Francis’ scolding) he decides he should be more subtle about it. Subtle, however, is not his middle name, and he finds it difficult to not beat around the bush whenever he tries to admit he loves you. Gilbert is transparent, and you can clearly tell that he has something on his mind; you patiently listen to all his attempts, managing to piece together his confession when you finally ask his friends why he’s been acting so oddly. The next time you see him, before you have to suffer through his embarrassed stuttering that always ends with backhanded compliments for you, you lean forward and press your lips against his, smiling as you say, “I love you, too.”

Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: Antonio, wanting to add a personal touch to his confession to let you know that he truly does love and care for you, would write you a song and play the Spanish guitar. He would invite you to a more secluded area, nervously asking you to sit down and get comfortable as he tries to shake his nerves. Finding that he was having a ‘now or never’ feeling, he would begin to sing his song that listed off everything he loved about you, the nervousness he felt slowly being replaced by confidence as he sees the overjoyed look on your face.

  • Lovino: i love you tonio
  • Antonio: aww i love you too!
  • Lovino: no, you don't understand
  • Lovino: i just can't stop thinking about you! my heart starts hurting when you're not with me & I can't stop smiling over stupid love songs that remind me of you & overall i'm always grateful when you're around.. i miss you so much
  • Antonio: ugh okay. i get it.
  • Antonio: i'll make pasta instead of paella for dinner jfc
  • Lovino: ooh i just love you so much