Hello, Silver here~

I'm really excited to pick up this amazing Fic. I do however, plan on making a few changes. I plan on calling all of them by their human names, but they only refer to eachotehr as such when they're very close. For instance, Turkey and Spain wouldn't call eachother by their names.

Please be aware that this is only a preview for the next few chapters that I'll be writing during the next few weeks. I'll be leaving on vacation in a week, and am planning to write the entire fic during my time on various planes. Which will be quite a bit of time. That had been my plan, but because of all the e-mails from fanfiction, guilting me into writing this very small, tiny pathetic excuse for a preview.


In his dream, Lovino was running. He was running faster than he ever had before, towards a goal that even he didn't know. Twisting walls of green in closed his track, he ran down dead-ends and had to turn back. Occasionally, small blue flowers would crop up in patches. But the teen didn't notice this. All his thoughts were directed towards his goal, his end. What it was, however, was still an enigma. But then he saw it, and he knew what he wanted. He sped up, racing across to get to the end. And as the exit came closer, he became aware of the faint smell of tomatoes. Sun broke on his tan skin when he dashed out into its rays. But he didn't notice that either, because in the distance, he saw a house. A house with a tomato garden and fading white trim.

A figure stood up from the middle of over-grown plants turning in Lovino's direction. The figure brightened up visibly, raising one hand to wave at him. Lovino breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't stop running. He had reached the peeling-white picket fence, reached out his hand, almost touched his-

Darkness. Complete darkness. The world around him had fallen into darkness like a jig-saw puzzle being shaken upside down. He began to scream, falling to his knees in grief and worry.

'No. No, it can't be,'

Then, he woke up.

And he was alone, in a strange room. It was the same room he had been in when he had woken up earlier. He recognized the odd mix of flowers and blood that was always the trademark of such places. He'd been in enough of them to know. But that wasn't what worried him. No, Lovino was perfectly happy being away from that place. That man. What worried him was that when he had fallen asleep, he had been holding hands, and the owner of that hand had told him that he loved him. And now that exact same Spaniard was nowhere to be found.

But just as he was getting ready to try to swing his legs out of the white-sheeted bed, the man burst into the room in a flurry of noise. Lovino eased back down onto the bed, attempting to pretend that he didn't care where Antonio had been when he woke up. Nope, he absolutely didn't care that he had promised to be with him, and then left him while he slept.

Antonio grabbed a nearby chair and plopped into it, excitedly munching on something that looked like a tomato. Which was odd, because tomatoes weren't even in season at that time of year.

'Leave it to Antonio to find a fruit that isn't even in season'


If anyone finds any errors, than please tell me about them. I find grammatical and/or spelling errors one of my biggest annoyances, so it would be a big favor. And if anyone wants to be my Beta then...Ask me?

Silver