#amantebravo

[reallunargift]

could u draw me antonio dying in a glue trap thank you babe love you

toni dying in a glue trap

[lavendersails]

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It's FURBY not FURRY oh my GOD

Ehh? Come on now, learn to spell. Furby isn’t even a word.

[aux-armes-citoyens]

@amantebravo - 80′s party boys

Francis’ head ached and his body was sore for God know what reason, and standing up to make the morning coffee was starting to feel like simply too much effort. Just as he was about to go sit down with a cigarette, the patter of Antonio’s footsteps down the hall aroused an anger that was clouded by illness within him, and he huffs indignantly at the other for a greeting. How dare Toni hit on somebody right in front of his eyes! He starts to make the coffee angrily as the memories from last night return to him. 

[carnationsails]

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LEONOR.... WAS THIS ALL A SETUP TO RUIN ME????

[she brings a hand to her chest and looks HURT] A setup? Are you saying you DIDN’T like the present? :(

[cacophonyofpersonalities]

  God, Romano hated to do this more than anything else he’s ever had to face up against before. At least with battles and politics there was always something there that proved a definitive reason to start getting pissed off at someone else -- but not this. When you began to accuse someone of doing something as egregious as cheating that was a grey area that many did not willingly cross unless they caught their partner in the act. 

 Here he was walking into Toni’s home like any other time -- at least to Spain. The familiarity of Romano coming in and just going about his business per usual as if it were his home. This time for Romano it was with anxiety and a heavy heart that he meandered through the rooms until he found Antonio. 

There he was; the love of his life.

A man who Romano had been beside for centuries and counting. The two had seen it all together and then some too. At some point or another the Italian would have thought maybe only an act of God was actually able to split them apart from one another. Well, now was the test to see if it was going to be some higher power or just Romano being unnecessarily paranoid about all the little things Spain was doing.

His heart was racing.

  “Antonio....” The brunette’s voice came out a little dimmer than he had meant for it to. “I need to talk to you about something very important so please, please, mio amore pay full attention.” With that Romano moved across the room to sit next to his bright as sunshine lover trying to quirk a smile on his lips. For just a moment he wrung his hands together trying to think of how to word everything that needed to be said that he made full sense.

  “...I’ve noticed you have been acting very different. Like ...someone else has taken your gaze and time...” So difficult to keep his voice leveled as even the slightest inference that this was all true, it hurt. “I was told by someone close to you that I need to be upfront with you about this.” He wasn’t very comfortable dropping Portugal’s name right now and not unless it needed to be explicitly stated.

@amantebravo​

[damnprussia]

HEIST starter for @amantebravo

Gilbert frowns at Antonio across from him. He tilts his beer around a bit, contemplating what he’s hearing. “Look, Toni, dear friend. Just because I have a reputation for...taking things that don’t belong to me, and doing things I have been expressely been told not to do....doesn’t mean I’m willing to just break into some random guy’s estate and get this painting.” he sighed. “Sometimes things are taken from us, because that’s the cruelty of time...and we can’t always get them back.” He reached across the table idly and peered at the picture of the gentleman in question - a news article of him purchasing the artwork in question. “I know this guy,” he mumbled, eyes narrowed. “He cheated at poker back in 2019 in Monaco. I remember those shifty eyes. Can we kill him at the end of it?” Well, that was decided.

[boisterousfifty]

"... Mm... been a while since I've seen Spain..." he's mostly muttering to himself. A random thought in the pause of his chores. Ah well.

@amantebravo

[avvus]

how do you need to be loved?

till the end of forever

you need to be loved unconditionally. you need to be reminded that love is not temporary, that you deserve it. that those who love you will not leave. you need to be loved the way angels love humanity. or how devils love angels. you need to be loved in greatness, in fullness, you need to be loved hard and fierce. loud, shout it to the ends of the earth, your love won’t leave. you need to be loved when nothing else will be. you need to realize you are worthy even through the end.

tagged by: @whiskyscots

tagging: @amantebravo @cacophonyofpersonalities @turkcentric and of course anyone who wants to.

[turkcentric]

@amantebravo

[ blinks, but who is he to deny free dessert?]

[ he’ll take that croissant ... and eat it! ]

This how you treat all yer friends--?

[meihuadao]

“Antonio, happy birthday! I know it’s not much, but I got you this box of chocolates from my place! Oh, and Andrea wanted me to give you this bottle of sweet vermouth, too!”

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[reallunargift]

too smooth, where did he learn to be that smooth???

[lavendersails]

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UGH!! SO not cool!!!!!

Whining is uncool and unattractive.

[aux-armes-citoyens]

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Antonio clicks his tongue and turns up his nose at his friend slightly. How dare he. The tomato Francis picked out is returned to the pile and his pick of tomatoes re-obtained. He holds them up with a small shake. "You won't find better quality than these. Not at this time of year. The one you just gave me has been frozen. It's going to taste like water."

Francis looks at Antonio as if he insulted his mother! Not that he ever really knew her. But still! His hand goes to his chest in denial and shock! He goes to pick up the tomatoes that he chose out, mocking the others’ little shake with one of his own.

“They all came from the same place, chér- “ That last word laced with condescension. “So by that logic, they would all have been frozen!” Francis hmphs and shoves the SUPERIOR tomatoes towards Antonio again. “Yours have a bruise! These will be-” He brings his fingers to his mouth, exploding them into an exaggerated chefs kiss. 

[carnationsails]

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Panting to catch his breath he leans over with a hand on his knee. In his other hand a nicely decorated, wrapped up bouquet of red carnations. “Leonor…” He stands up straight and with a stern expression offers her the bouquet. In truth he’s been worried sick since she told him that she as leaving for a while.

“Cancel this trip… stay with me.” He stares at her with worry painted all over his face but despite his fear of rejection here he is, making an offer of his emotions. “I… I don’t know what we need to do but I KNOW that you love me and… I love you so… so… please. Talk to me. Don’t leave.”

There are excited gasps from the people nearby and even a few ‘aww’s as Antonio spills his heart out. Leonor doesn’t blame them; it’s not everyday that you get to see a handsome Spanish man play a romantic lead at Lisbon’s airport. Before anyone feels bold enough to shout encouragement, however, she takes the bouquet and grabs his hand to drag him to a more secluded area away from the security queues.

“Antonio, this is a work trip, I can’t not go…” She’d requested it herself and her boss had agreed, there is no way she could cancel it now. For a moment she looks at the carnations in her arms. Does he know she likes them, or did he pick them because they’re his favourite? “If you love me so much surely you can wait for a month?”

[cacophonyofpersonalities]

@amantebravo​

  “Who needs Portugal to join your cult when you have me? Maybe between the two of us we can convince him.” 

[koninkrijkbelgie]

@amantebravo

They're right outside of the bar that they happened to meet each other at by pure chance. Antonio had been drinking and bragging about how many beautiful girls he was currently chasing when Goedele arrived in his view with a heavy hand on his shoulder. The sight of her terrified him at first, like a ghost might. Once realizing who it was he was overcome with guilt, and it showed on his face even now, here outside under the streetlights.

"Por favor, Gogo, let me explain. It was all a lie. I don't have all those girls I'm wooing, they... don't exist. I just didn't want to take anyone home tonight... so I made it up." He can't even meet her eyes, admitting this.

Goedele has no words for a few moments, seeing only red. That is, until Antonio speaks again and her hands release the fists balled up at the me; it’s re idea of him fucking around.

Not that she had any true claim to him in any real official way. Maybe the ferocity was a bit much; it’s hard to say at this very moment. The fire in her eyes says enough about her true passions. 

Arms cross at her bust, a frown clear as day. “What would you be boasting like this if it weren’t the case?” Clearly his truth would be considered, but only with evidence provided.