Snapshots

by You Can Call Me The Captain

Lovino Vargas is a photographer staying in Spain for the time being. Antonio Carreido is a bumbling school counselor who is shunned by the teachers at his school for "being immature". One day, they run into each other- literally. Though they get off on the wrong foot, they find they're falling for each other. Of course, there's a wee problem- Lovino hasn't spoken in over a year!

1. Chapter 1

Snapshots Ch. 1

A/N: Okay, first chapter of first story, yay! I really hope you guys enjoy! I know this chapter is short but I'll put up another one first thing tomorrow morning! Anyway, I do NOT own Hetalia or any of its characters, no matter how much I hope and pray. Also, this fanfiction is rated T for some language, and boyxboy love, but nothing too serious! Reviews make me happy. Very, very happy. So happy that I put up an extra long chapter tomorrow. **wink** **wink**

It had been a picturesque day in Madrid. At least, a certain photographer named Lovino Vargas thought so, and he'd taken advantage of it. He now had half a dozen camera rolls safely tucked away in his bag, which he was now taking to be developed. He tried to keep his eyes on his toes, but they kept shifting around beneath his eyelashes, looking around at the feet of the crowds around him. He had no clue how anyone ever knew what to do with their hands; he usually just kept them in his pockets. He looked up just long enough to see another person way too interested in the ground coming towards him, and then it was too late. They walked right into each other, since Lovino barely had time to register this person, and no time to stop. After they collided, Lovino began mildly panicking- how the hell did you talk to people, again? Flustered, Lovino did what came naturally; kept his mouth shut. Lucky for him, the stranger seemed just as fluttered, though he did everything but keep his own mouth shut.

"Ah! Um, uh, a-are you okay? Lo siento! Lo siento mucho! Please forgive me! Lo siento..." This went on for some time, drawing some gazes towards the one-man ruckus. This turn of events only flustered Lovino further, and he had never been so jealous of the puddle on the side road- he wished he could be one too. He knew he had to do something, so he tugged his notepad and pen out of his bag and scribbled on it. "Please stop talking!" And he hit the now bent-over man over the head with it and then held it up for him to see.

"Huh?" He responded, holding his head where he'd been hit- Lovino had been none too gentle with his notepad. After reading the note, he looked up at the Italian with a curious puppy-dog expression. "I'm right here, why can't you just tell me?" He said, blinking a few times for emphasis. Feeling slightly embarrassed and a little peeved that he would probably end up explaining it to yet another person if he stuck around too long, he decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. "I don't talk." He wrote and held up just long enough for the other man to read it, before tucking it beneath his shoulder and walking briskly past him.