A.N: Oh hi, readers. I don't really mean to bother you. I will try my best to have very little authors notes. Because come on, who reads them anyways?

Anywho,though I know I should be working on Canada And The Door Beneath The Table... I'm writing this fanfic... (No one really read the other one, anyways. OTL). And although I have a vague idea of how this story is going to go up to a certain point, I would really appreciate ideas about how you awesome people think the story should end, what's gonna happen, ect.

I love to see what people expect, and I love to hear from people.

Ah, and flames are going to be fed to demons.

STOP! There be warnings about the fic you are about to read!

-Rating may go up in the future. Contains swearing (obviously) possible violence, possible sexual themes, and fantastical (As in, Fantasy) elements.

Do not like, please do not bother the people who DO like these kinds of things or else you'll suffer the same curse Lovino's previous adoptive parents suffered.

Bwahahahahah- -chokes-

Monday. 01

The story began with a very interesting program that the guidance counsellor had suggested Antonio look into as he was leaving the graduation party. The pamphlet first told of children, teenagers, still stuck in orphanages with no parents to love them. Because who would adopt a moody teen when you could adopt an adorable little child?

Well. Antonio was a rather loving and doting person. Such was proved by his job at a daycare.

Anyways, the program encouraged young adults such as himself to take this children in and provide them with love and understanding, a nice home and a sense of family. Sort of like becoming a big brother to them, because they were old enough to take care of them but young enough to understand the dramas that went with being a teenager and have the strategies with how to cope fresh in their minds.

That was why a young Italian teen sat beside him in the car, arms crossed over his chest as he gazed out the window. His name was Lovino Vargas. His story, which usually made people back away VERY cautiously from him, was what had driven Antonio to take him in. (Oh, and that cute little face of his. But mostly his story.)

Lovino and his brother had been abandoned at the Orphanage. Feliciano had been adopted by one family that lived in Austria, and that was the last he ever saw of him. One day, a courageous family adopted the temperamental Italian child.

They brought him back crying, screaming and begging.

They died of a mysterious accident two weeks later.

Despite being freaked out by the precious family, another loving family adopted him.

Same story.

They all fell very ill.

They thought the third time would be a charm.

The third was the worst. It looked like some sort of animal had come and torn the family and its house to shreds.

After that, ten year old Lovino Vargas was deemed as cursed. None of the children in the orphanage went near him. He was cold to them, and to the social workers who tried to help him, and even the people who took care of him.
Alone, he lived, watching all of the other children and leave. For five years.

Everyone had been so surprised when Antonio adopted him. In fact, they cruelly began to bet on how long it would take the now-teen to return.

None of the stories bothered Antonio. They were just that. Stories. The boy swore a lot, he was moody and angry and... Well, that was understandable. Antonio would not be too happy or trust people if they constantly abandoned HIM. Luckily, he had a very loving family.

And he firmly believed that no matter how frozen and cold a heart was, that it could be thawed with persevering love. And love Lovino was what Antonio was going to do.

He was determined to make the unlucky Italian's life better.

Starting with Lunch.

"What do you want for lunch, Lovi?" Antonio asked cheerfully, glancing at the other for a moment.
He looked so sad. Maybe food would cheer the Italian up?

"Pizza," Lovino replied mechanically, not even bothering to look over at the Spaniard. Antonio frowned at this display of coldness. But it was to be expected. Lovino would probably be cold towards him for a few days. He'd just have to show him those amazing stressful situation handling skills he had developed for work at the daycare. Dealing with bratty children and angry teens wasn't that different. Except maybe the tone of voice... And the strength that they had.

Obviously, working at a daycare was not a job that brought him much money. But Antonio was fortunate to be the son of successful restaurant's owners, and his parents always let him eat for free there, as if it was just another family dinner. He did not do it often so as not to abuse his parent's generosity, but he did stop in once in a while to see how things were. It was the perfect place to bring Lovino. If they weren't too busy, he could even introduce the Italian teen to his parents. They would be proud of their son, no doubt.

As they walked in, Antonio saw Lovino's mood brighten for a moment. He looked impressed. Antonio explained that it was his parents restaurant. Lovino asked what his job was, and did not seem very impressed or amused with the answer.

"You watch children for a living?" He asked spitefully. But Antonio nodded happily.

" I like children. And someone has to watch them while their parents work," he explained. Immediately, a waiter recognized Antonio and led the two to a very nice booth in the back, near the kitchen. The smell of all kinds of different food filled the air there, increasing their hunger. The order was quickly placed and it took the waiter less than half a minute to get them their drinks.

Suddenly, Antonio noticed that Lovino's mood had dropped again, and he leaned forward, head resting on his hands.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and Lovino stared at him for half a second before looking away, as if to hide his thoughts from the other.

"Nothing," he replied dryly. He looked as if he wanted to add something, but for some strange reason, refused to.

"Are you sure?" Antonio asked, tilting his head to see the Italian's face.

"Yes. Why the hell would I tell you if something was wrong anyways? What do you care?" Lovino snapped.

Ah.

So that was it.

Lovino thought he did not care. Antonio chuckled, but this seemed to insult the other more.

"If I didn't care, I wouldn't have adopted you, silly. You can always tell me what's wrong." he explained patiently, hopeful that the other might possibly share what was bothering him,

"Yeah, whatever. You won't be saying that by Friday, I bet," Lovino answered. The poor thing is so hopeless Antonio thought to himself sadly.

"I bet I will," he replied in a sort of challenging tone. He understood. Lovino had been abandoned too many times. Rejected. Alone. The longest he had ever stayed with a family was a week!

Antonio was determined to do everything he could for the poor thing.

"Really?" Lovino asked, his voice hinting that he had already heard that once before. Still, Antonio nodded cheerfully.

"I'm sure of it. And if I still think the same by Friday, will you open up to me then?" Antonio asked. He did not really want to have to wait until Friday for the Italian to open up to him. He did not think it was a good thing to keep bad feelings inside... But it really wasn't his decision. He could try and force him, annoy him, anything, and it would only serve to destroy the Italian's trust even more. Feeling forced was never a good feeling.

"I won't. I don't owe you shit if you keep me until Friday," Lovino answered stubbornly.

Antonio sat back, staring at the Italian.

"It's almost as if you want people to hate you, Lovi.," he noted with a frown.

"Don't call me 'Lovi'," were the last words spoken before the waiter brought the food, and both dug into it with much hunger.

Antonio's parents were much too busy to do anything more than wave at him and congratulate him on the new person in their family. While they were walking, Lovino tugged on Antonio's sleeve.

"H-hey.. If you do end up keeping me... Can we come back here?" Lovino asked shyly, and immediately turned away and crossed his arms.

"Of course!" Antonio replied, and for a moment...

There was a slight glimmer of hope in the teen's eyes...