A/N: Hey all! I decided to write my first ever Hetalia fanfiction, and chose Spamano! This is a multi-chaptered story. It will be a bit angsty at times, but there will definitely be some romance and humor as well. I already have the outline of this story, so now all I need to do is type the whole thing out. Please enjoy and let me know what you think~

Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me. It's very depressing, really.

Prologue

March 2, 2007

Lovino wasn't too sure of how he ended up stranded in the middle of a forest, and didn't even notice that he was still running until the rain had started. It was all a blur to him. He remembered running out of his house, screaming at his grandfather over an argument they had. The boy didn't even realize that he had started to cry until he stopped, doubling over and panting for breath. By then, he was deep in the forest and had no idea where he was. The twelve-year-old boy stood alone in the woods, crying, lost and very scared.

The brunette slumped against a tree, rubbing his tear-stained eyes. He couldn't even remember why he was fighting with his grandfather. He just knew he was upset, and couldn't handle whatever the older man was nagging him about. The boy pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head on them and letting out a sob. He was worried he'd never find his way back. He was convinced he would die out there.

It was then that Lovino saw the lightning and heard the roar of thunder in the distance. Immediately, he tensed up and hugged his knees closer to his chest. He was scared to death of thunderstorms. For what felt like hours, the Italian sat in the rain, too afraid to move and continuing to cry until his tears ran dry.

Finally, though, he heard the sound of sticks and leaves cracking. Someone, or something, was there. The sound became louder, as if approaching him. He didn't dare move from behind the tree. Maybe if they didn't see him, they'd leave him be. Suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a he shot up from his spot in the ground.

"Hola! Why are you out here by yourself, amigo? You look too little to be wondering the forest alone," he heard a male voice ask. Slowly, the Italian turned to face the person who had found him. He studied the male before him. The other did not seem to be too much older than him. He was a quite a bit taller than himself, though. The boy before him had a bright smile, large green eyes, tan skin, and a Spanish accent.

Lovino sniffled, forcing a glare, "It's none of your goddamn business! And I should be asking you the same thing. You don't look older than me. And I'm 12, so I'd say I'm a big enough boy!"

The brunette before him laughed a bit and said, "Well my bad. I'm 14. Oh, nice to meet you, big boy! I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can call me Toni if you'd like. And don't worry, I won't ask why you're crying." The Spaniard's smile softened a bit, and he pulled the younger boy into a sudden hug.

"Whatever. I'm Lovino. S- Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, bastard?!" he had practically yelled the last part. He really was utterly confused about why the older boy suddenly hugged him. He figured that the other probably noticed he was soaking wet, and that his eyes were red from crying so much. He quit struggling against the other and relaxed into Antonio's warm embrace. For what felt like the first time that day, Lovino smiled. This boy, this stranger, was so... so kind to him. Even after Lovino had insulted him. He didn't even know what Lovino was crying about, but he still comforted the boy, and although he would never admit it, he was grateful for that. "I.. I'm lost, and I don't know how to get out of the forest. I live on the edge of the town right by here," Lovino finally admitted. He chose to not mention how scared he was, though.

"Aw, Lovino... Well, never fear! I happen to know these woods like the back of my hand! I come out here to explore a lot. There are lots of cute little turtles in the ponds," he chirped, grabbing Lovino's wrist and tugging him along. He didn't fight the other way, and he blushed very slightly at the contact. The Italian wasn't very used to physical contact.

The shorter boy allowed Antonio to drag him along, a small smile forming on his face as the other chatted away about anything and everything. The way the older boy spoke was so cheerful and energetic that it was almost contagious. The Spaniard rambled on about everything, from his family to what he ate for lunch. Lovino hadn't even uttered a word by the time the foliage started to clear and he saw his home not too far away.

Lovino didn't realize it then, but that was the day he met the best friend he would ever have, and his first and only love.

That's it for now! This is just a prologue, though. I promise the next chapter will be longer. I plan on updating at least once a week. Bye for now and thanks for reading!