Hi everyone, so sorry for not uploading anything since forever! I decided against continuing the Eurozone crisis fanfic but here's some Spamano :P Here's chapter one, I hope you like it and please let me know what you think, it makes me soo happy ^^

The first thing Antonio thought of when he woke up was how much he ached. His head hurt, his eyes hurt, his body hurt. He buried his face in the pillow as he noticed the sunlight streaming into the room and onto him. He rolled over on the bed to pull Lovina into a hug but to his surprise she wasn't there.

"Lovi~" he mumbled and upon no reply he sat up and rubbed his eyes, wondering where she was. 'Where's Lovi?' he thought, she wasn't usually was up first. He pulled himself out of bed and was about to leave the room when he noticed that he was still wearing daytime clothes. He really couldn't remember much of last night, not after going to Gilbert's for a party.

Stopping at a mirror, he cringed at his appearance. His clothes were filthy and his shirt had beer stains and was missing most of its buttons. That made him sad because Lovina had bought him that shirt. He smelt of sweat and, to his surprise, cigarettes; he didn't even smoke. A condom packet was in his pocket and the contents missing, making him even more worried.

"Lovi?" he ignored his pounding head and hurried downstairs, panicking as his imagination went wild as to where his Lovina was.

To his intense relief, he saw her curled up on the sofa, asleep.

"Lovi~" he murmured, walking over and sitting on the floor near the chair, not wanting to wake her. He gently stroked her cheek and jumped in surprise as her eyes opened, lashes clumped together with tears and her normally beautiful eyes were bloodshot. No blush was on her cheeks now.

"You're awake," she stated blankly.

"Si, but I didn't like having no Lovi next to me." He smiled lovingly and bent down to kiss her but she pushed him away and stood up.

"What happened last night? I want to hear it from you." She looked almost scared, and that made him worried again.

"Last night? Lovi what happened? You look so angry and all I've done is wake up."

"Who were you with, Antonio?" he knew she was serious when his full name was used.

"Um, Francis and Gilbert."

"Just them?" she headed for the kitchen and he followed at a distance.

"Come on Lovi it was a party, lots of people went. Please don't be angry."

"Do you know how drunk you got bastardo? You promised me never to get like that again!"

"I was only tipsy, happy. Stop shouting at me it hurts…"

"You've got a fucking hangover because last night you got pissed out your brains and got dumped on the doorstep with Gilbert before throwing up on me."

"Lo siento…is Gilbert still here?"

"No. I threw the fucker out as soon as I knew he wasn't going to go die, not that I care anyway. He wasn't as drunk as you!" she shoved him. "Even Gilbert wasn't as drunk as you, how is that even fucking possible? What were you thinking?"

"Lovi please," he moaned, frowning and trying to hear her over the pounding in his skull. "Shout at me after breakfast if you want, I'm so hungry."

"I've had enough. You're never going to have to eat my food again, Antonio."

Panic started again at the tone of her voice, so decisive. She picked her keys up off the counter and stormed past him to find a bag.

"Lovi~ Lovi please tell me what's wrong. What did I do? Did I hurt you, mi amor?"

Antonio hurried after Lovina, shooting questions at her. Internally he was praying that she was just overreacting at him being drunk. He'll have to make it up to her later and buy flowers or make one of her favourite meals or-

"Si. You hurt me," she said flatly, picking up an overnight bag and ran upstairs, starting to pack some clothes and toiletries.

"Non non non! What did I do? Lovi please tell me, I wouldn't…did I…?" he stopped and put his hands over his mouth, thinking the worst. Had he forced his Lovi to do anything with him? The condom…

"Think what you want. I don't care anymore; you obviously don't about me. Nonno Roma was right when he said that men are only honest when they're drunk." Tears filled her eyes as she tried to glare at him but tore her gaze away and threw a few of his shoes across the room before slipping a pair of her own on and making for the door.

"Lovi! Why are you going outside?" He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her own at her side.

"Get the fuck off me, I'm leaving," she said through tears. Antonio didn't budge though, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry. Sorry for going to the party, sorry for drinking too much, sorry for upsetting you, sorry for everything. I love you, whatever I said last night, ignore it because I love you."

"No you don't. That's just it; you can't love me if you think all those horrible things. She was sobbing now and dropped the bag.

"What did I say mi amor?"

"How y-you hate how messy I am, hate my cooking. My tomatoes aren't as perfect as yours. You think mia sorella is prettier and smarter and sexier and-" tears were pouring down her cheeks and she gave up on trying to speak, she was so heartbroken that he felt this way that she couldn't be angry anymore. He'd always meant the world to her and she thought he was as happy as she was in this relationship.

"Lovi, I didn't mean any of that. I love everything about you and your tomatoes!"

"And mia sorella." She roughly elbowed him in the gut, pulling out of his arms and picked her bag up before rushing out the house and headed across town to her sister's, the only other person she has.