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I’m not sure if I want to answer this question fully,,

Uh.. for a love interest, I’m not really sure. I’m very confused there and not willing to release any information. Besides I don’t think I could actually do a relationship... Since I have certain problems that would create limits and restrictions on what we could do together.

As for a close friends, Gilbert is one of them. I guess Leonardo (Spain) is too. I sometimes see Alfred and Arthur. And my best friend is Tino.

Anyone who likes Spamano should totally read this

Worth the read my friends you won’t be disappointed

cross my heart {spamano}{hetalia}

ao3 || ffn

Summary: The rule of soulmates was that you got up to four. Two platonic and two romantic. And you never knew who was who. Sometimes you got all four, sometimes three, sometimes two, sometimes one. Or even, the saddest one to many, none at all. Antonio had none until that fateful day he walked into that restaurant with the ex-stripper owner, the loud albino waiter, and the one rude waiter who changes it all. (gift for onewithturtles)

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The rule of soulmates was that you knew who they were after you both realized you loved them and knew what they meant to you. Only then would their names show up over each other’s hearts. The tricky thing was that nobody knew what defined being in love with someone.

People married, believing to have found love only to discover it with a ten-year affair that led to their names over their chests after a passionate night on a ‘business trip’ or while 'getting nails done’.

Then, of course, there was the fact that there were four types of soulmates, two romantic and two platonic. And some people got all four, some got three, others two, someone, and the rare chance of not having one at all. So the truth was having names over hearts was a pretty useless thing in the world of romance.

That was what Antonio told himself time after time when he went from bed to bed in search of love to replace the empty spot over his heart. Not a single soulmate. Not one. He had believed it to be a simple way of life. He would never find one and he would go from bed to bed, night after night, sweet whispers, and caresses that would be forgotten in the morning as he had no place to call home, nor did he have one of these mystical soulmates.

Whisper after whisper, kiss after kiss. He slept around because he liked it that way. He kept himself clean and safe. And he made sure those he slept with had no soulmates just like he. So why should he have concerned himself with the silly idea of possibly having one? Thirty-five years old and he still had not a single name on his chest.

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This is the most beautiful man I've ever seen in a long time: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, the Kingdom of Spain, in all of his heavenly glory, with his amazing, one of a kind body completely naked, no clothes, nothing but his cross and some golden rings, bonding together with some of the world's most beautiful animals. A body like his doesn't need any cover, being in his natural status.

Este es el hombre más hermoso que he visto en mucho tiempo: Antonio Fernández Carriedo, el Reino de España, en toda su gloria celestial, con su increíble cuerpo único, completamente desnudo, sin ropa, nada más que su cruz y algunos anillos de oro, uniéndose con algunos de los animales más bellos del mundo. Un cuerpo como el suyo no necesita nada más, ya que se encuentra en su estado natural.

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I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY

Here comes the Sun himself ☀️

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