Author's note:

I'm finally back in the game with a tiny announcement…

I HAVE FALLEN TO THE DARK SIDE!

That's right.

THAT dark side.

The one filled with yaoi, cookies, and tango.

On a side note, I have completely fallen in love with Hetalia and the pairing Spamano.

You have been warned.

CH 1

"Get your lazy ass up already Feliciano! I'll leave you here! Don't think I won't. I'm walking toward the door!" You yell up the stairs as you walk to the door leading to the garage. Just at the last second Feliciano runs down the stairs. "Wait fratello! I'm ready!" Rolling your eyes, you open the door leading out to the garage. "You took your fucking time!" You huff and step out to the red Ferrari sitting in the garage.

Feliciano hesitates behind you. "Brother? Do you think… maybe I can… drive? Just this once?" He says, his voice getting lower with each hesitation. "Fuck no! You wrecked your car, why should you get to wreck mine?" He flinches and gets into the passenger seat. You flick back your bangs and open the garage. It was a nice day for driving. You think as you get into the driver's seat.

You turn on the car, enjoying the sound of its rumbling purr below your feet. The school you and your twin brother attended was a fifteen minute drive away. Reveling at the car's smooth speed you almost don't realize your turn is coming up. Just like always, people starred when you pulled into the parking lot. It was the only time they ever paid attention to you and you enjoyed every second of it.

Today was the start of the new school year which dampened your spirits a little. At least you weren't a freshman this year. You park the car and step out, your brother letting out an excited squeal. And that's when you noticed him. Stupid potato bastard, he should just leave your brother the hell alone. But no matter how much you hated it and how gay it made his brother look, your brother just wouldn't stop. If people started calling Feli gay, they would probably label him the same.

You walk to the front doors with a loose gate when someone grabs you from behind. "DAMN IT ALICE! PUT ME DOWN!" The blonde behind you giggles before lowering you down. She had short, bouncy blonde hair and looked girly but really wasn't. "So, anything catch your eye?" She asked teasingly, knowing you didn't like anyone and you never put yourself out on the market, so to speak. "Why do you have to bother me?" You ask.

If there was anyone you did like it was her, but she would never like you back and you were fine with that. She pats the top of your head, avoiding your sensitive curl. "Don't be like that Lovino. Everyone needs friends." You just roll your eyes and cast a glance to the side. Someone was starring at you. A new student, perhaps an exchange student. Since you were good with guessing nationalities, you guessed he was from Spain. He had a nice tan, dark brown hair, and the most beautiful green eyes. You shake your head, feeling disgusted with yourself. As if you'd ever find anything attractive about another guy.

You chance another glance up and catch his eye and he quickly turns away. Two others were with him, ones you did recognize. An albino named Gilbert (the potato bastards brother), and a fair haired boy named Francis. Since they were both juniors, he figured the Spaniard was as well. Alice tugs on your arm.

"Hey, let's go figure out what first period is!" You let her drag you off to three giant boards. She probably only hung around him for the soul purpose of never having to wait in line. Nearly all the students scattered away from you as you approached the boards. One of the students that didn't walk away, Alfred, was talking to Arthur, a British immigrant, at high speeds. Something about getting the same classes as him.

Your eyes scroll down the boards and find your name. "Aww! I don't get first period with you." Alice said, pouting. "Suck it up. It's not like it's with all our classes, you dolt." A hand presses down on your head and you know its Alice's older brother, Alto. "Care to repeat that?" Before you could say anything, Alice pushed him away. "He didn't mean it." Hating to have to be protected by Alice, you stalk off to first, the siblings still arguing with each other.

"Excuse me?" You turn to see the Spaniard from before. "Can I help you?" You ask, a little sarcastic. A wide smile pastes itself over the Spaniard's face. "Well, I'm new here-" You frown. "No shit, Sherlock." "- and I need help finding my first class." Maybe if you told him he would just leave you alone. "If it's on my way, I'll take you there." He holds out a hand. "My name is Antonio by the way."

You stare at the hand for a few seconds before shaking it. "Not that my name is any of your business, Lovino. Now where's your stupid class so I can get rid of you and never see you again." He gives you another smile. What the hell did this loser have to smile about? "A213 I do believe." Hell no! He did NOT have a class with this idiot. "Are you absolutely positive about that?" He shows you the back of his hand which had the numbers on it. "I even wrote it down so I wouldn't forget."

Crapfuckdamnit! This was not happening. You let out an agitated sigh. "Whatever. It's this way." You turn on your heel and fast walk to first period. "Wait up Lovi!" Antonio calls and you spin around, jabbing your finger into his nose. "Don't fucking call me that!" You say in a whisper that scared college students. Antonio just giggled and poked your cheek. "You look just like a tomato!"

This just made things worse. Your about to let out a steady stream of curses when delicate hands fold over your mouth. "Calm down Lovino. He probably didn't mean to offend you." Alice says from behind you and you wait for her to remove her hands. "Sorry, I didn't know you had a girlfriend." Antonio says with a smile. "I don't." You say as you look around. It was still early in the day and no one wanted to get to class early and so the halls were empty. "He's on the market though!" Alice says with a wink. "Am not!" You shout back.

Alice looks at her watch. "Crap! I promised I'd meet Elizaveta this morning. Sorry, gotta go!" She yells over her shoulder, taking off down the hall. You walk over to your classroom but the teacher wasn't there yet. Antonio leans on the wall across from you with a smirk. "What the hell is your problem?" You ask. He pushes off the wall to stand directly over you and places his hand under your chin. "What do you think-" You don't get to ask your question as he presses his lips to yours.