Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hetalia characters. I only own my OC.

Summary: Lovino loves Antonio but he doesn't think he feels the same. He would love nothing more then to tell the Spaniard how he feels but never does for fear of being rejected. He meets someone who decides to help him get Antonio in a love triangle.

Main pairing: Spain x Romano

Minor: Germany x Italy and OC + Romano

Rated T for language (Romano), mentions of violence and some sexual contents

Chapter 1

Lovino walked home in the rain. It had been cloudy an hour before, fitting his mood when he went to visit his brother's house and at the moment, he didn't care that he was soaking wet.

His brother had bugged him to come and visit. Lovino and Feliciano used to live together but then Feli got with the German potato bastard, Lovino couldn't stand the gooey mushiness the two were spending together that he decided to get his own place. So Lovino went to visit his brother and the German bastard and the visit wouldn't have been bad if Ludwig's stupid brother, the conceited loud mouth Gilbert and his friends, Francis, the perverted French man that makes Lovino's skin crawl and been trying to get the Southern Italy Nation ever since he was a child, and the Spaniard, Antonio, the man that was Lovino's caretaker when he was a child even though he had been a pain in the ass to Antonio.

Now that Lovino is older, saying that he has a crush on his former caretaker is just not true. He was in love with him. But unlike Feliciano, who could express his feelings as easily as breathing, Lovino can't do it; he was able to express anger and curse everyone even his brother out.

Which was the reason he left his brother's house, all Lovino's life, everyone loved Feliciano best. He was talented. Lovino was not. Feliciano was smart. Lovino was mediocre. Feliciano was nice. Lovino was an ass. Hell, even their grandfather adored Feliciano more than Lovino. That hurt. But it didn't hurt as much when Antonio wanted to trade him for his brother.

Lovino was soon convinced that no one liked him for who he is. France didn't count because he was a perverted creeper. And he didn't give a damn that the idiot German brothers and the perverted French man fawn over his brother, it hurt to see Antonio doing it too.

Lovino sighed bitterly as he swiped his wet bangs out his face, he hated being alone, he wished he could confess his love to the Spaniard.

Lovino was close to his house when he heard a whimper. The Italian stopped and looked around for the source of the whimper. He strained to catch another whimper over the sound of the pouring rain. He shook his head deciding it was a trick of the mind when he heard a whimper again. He frown at an overgrown bush near the sidewalk and swore he saw it rustle.

He cautiously walked towards the bush; he knelt down, parts the leaves and gazed into amber colored eyes. Lovino at first thought the whimper was a dog's doing but found to his surprise it was a fox. The fox huddled in the bush trying to stay out the rain but Lovino could see he fox was soaking and rain fell upon the fox from the leafy canopy above, its underbelly, tail and legs were caked with mud and dirt and his right hind leg was covered with blood and on further inspection, Lovino could see the fox had been bitten.

The fox shivered, whether from the rain or from being found, Lovino didn't know, he released the leaves letting them fall back to their places and went to resume his walk towards his home. He stopped when he heard the fox yowl. Lovino looked over his shoulder to find the fox left his hiding place, trying to follow him while favoring his injured leg and looking at him pathetically.

Normally Lovino wouldn't take in a wild animal, but the fox looked so sad and pitiful and with another sigh, he stripped his wet shirt off and wrapped the fox in it.

"Come on stupid." Lovino said as he picks the fox up. "I'm miserable and you're pitiful, I could use some company. And you better not be infested with parasites or be rabid, I'll have you put down without a second thought." the fox wuffed in reply.

"I thought you'd freak out or bite me for giving you a bath. Not that I'm complaining." Lovino said as he rubbed soap into the fox's coat.

The first thing Lovino did when he got home, other then remove his wet shoes and socks was take the fox into the bathroom for a bath. The last thing he wanted was for the fox to track blood and mud onto his floors. He had expected for the fox to go wild when he sprayed him with the detachable shower nozzle after he set him into the tub. The fox barely twitch, he only whine when the water pressure hit his wound, Lovino explained to the fox, he thought he was being stupid for doing so, that he was making sure to get the dirt or anything else that could've gotten into the wound washed out.

Lovino finished soaping the fox's tail and said, "There's no way in hell I'm cleaning your balls, you do that yourself." As he turn the faucet on and washed his hands of the soap, he swore he saw amusement in the fox's eyes.

He ran water over the fox while using his other hand to make sure he rinsed all the soap out. Once he was sure the fox was clean, Lovino wrapped him in a clean towel, lifted him from the tub and proceeded to rub and pat him dry. He then wrapped his injured leg with bandages. Lovino then took another clean towel and the fox into his living room. He set the towel on the floor first and then the fox on top the towel.

Lovino went back into the bathroom and clean and washed any dirt and fox fur down the drain. After all that was done, he stripped and took a quick shower. After Lovino finished his shower and dressed into clean dry clothes, he went to make dinner for himself and his four legged guest.

Lovino dug into a cabinet for a pan, he placed one on the stove and turned the burner, and he then took a pound of ground beef and leftover tomato sauce from the refrigerator and placed those on the counter. He divided the ground beef in half and placed one half back into the fridge and started cooking the other half. As Lovino drained the fat from the cooked beef, the fox limped into the kitchen and watched intently as the Italian pour the tomato sauce into the pan. Lovino then removed the heated pan from the burner, took a pot out the cabinet, filled it with water and placed it on the burner and poured some salt into the water. Once the water began boiling, Lovino dumped a good portion of pasta in. He then took a small sauce pan out, placed that on another burner, turn it on, he then removed a carton of milk from the fridge and poured it into the sauce pan. He kept his eyes on the milk as he stirred his pasta. When the milk began warming, Lovino turn the burner off and removed the sauce pan. He drained the pasta, poured some into a bowl and topped it with the meat sauce, he took a bowl out, and he placed the raw ground beef into the bowl and carefully poured the warm milk into it. He set his meal on the table along with a glass of wine and placed the bowl of milk on the floor.

The fox limped over to the bowl as Lovino sat down sniffed the bowl and looked up at the Italian.

"What? I didn't poison the damn thing if that's what you're thinking." Lovino told the fox and he just tilt his furry head to the left. Lovino said a quick prayer and began eating. He glanced at the fox, he had expected the fox to begin eating while he was praying but to his surprise, it seemed the fox waited for Lovino to finish his praying before lapping at the milk. Lovino shook his head at the strange fox he took in and went back to his meal.

After the two ate, Lovino washed the dishes and after choosing a book, sat on his couch and began reading while the fox content with a full belly lay on the towel. Twenty minutes into his book, Lovino's cell phone began ringing and he recognized the ringtone to know it was his brother calling. He grabbed it and after hitting the send button placed the phone to his ear.

"What do you want idiot?" he asked.

"Ve! I was worried about you fratello! You left so soon and walked out in the rain without an umbrella or a ride. I asked you to call me when you got home but I think you either didn't hear me or ignored me. Are you all right Lovino? You didn't catch a cold, did you?" Feliciano yapped. Lovino sighed and rubbed his temple with two fingers as his brother talked up a storm. He was tempted to hang up on his brother, "If you do catch a cold, let me know, ok? I'll come right over to take care of you. Or I can ask Antonio to do it if you want."

Lovino stiffen at Antonio's name and said, "Shut up dumbass! I was fine walking home! I took a shower as soon I got inside! I'm not going to get sick and if I do, I don't need your stupid pasta loving ass or that tomato bastard to come over and nurse me back to health, got it?"

"Ok, ok fratello. I'm sorry I brought it up." Feliciano whimpered a little.

Lovino sighed at how quick his little brother was at becoming submissive. "It's fine Feli, you were worried, I can't really fault you on that."

"Ve! You're so nice Lovi!"

"S-shut up stupid!" Lovino stammered. "Why did you call me other then to check on my health?"

"I was sad you left so early fratello! We haven't seen each other in almost a month and you didn't stay for dinner." Feliciano whined.

Lovino ran his hand over his face, "I was feeling tired so I went home early." He lied and Feliciano saw through it.

"You don't sound tired." He said.

"I'm not going to sleep before I eat dinner dumbass!" Lovino snapped.

"S-sorry fratello! W-will it be ok if Ludwig and I come visit you in a week or so?" Feliciano asked softly.

"Whatever idiot, I don't care." Lovino mumbled.

"Ve! Thank you fratello! I'll call or text to let you know when we're be coming."

"Yeah. Sure, whatever. Good bye Feliciano." Lovino said.

"Bye Lovi. Oh! By the way, Antonio is going to visit you in a few days. Bye!" Feliciano told Lovino and hang up.

Lovino stared at his cell phone and cursed at it and his brother for dropping that bit of news on him. After placing his cell phone back on the side table, Lovino went back to reading. He was half way through his book when he starting to feel sleepy. He marked his page, set it on the coffee table, stood and stretched.

The fox opened his amber eyes and stared up at him.

"I'm heading to bed." Lovino said and narrowed his eyes at the fox. "If you so much as piss or shit on the floor, I will kick your ass over my backyard." And again, Lovino swore he saw amusement twinkle in the fox's eyes or if possible, laughter.

Lovino thought it was his tired mind playing tricks on him and headed for his room. He stripped down to his tank top and boxers and crawled under the sheets. With a sigh he closed his eyes and tried not to think about Antonio and he tried especially hard not to look forward to his visit.

I hope you like this first chapter. I have chapter 2 written down but not typed I will probably do that next week.

Reviews are appreciated and flames made fun of.