Lovino was having love problems yet again. Poor, fiery Lovino. Nobody wanted him because of his fiery temper and attitude towards other people. You would have thought he would just be like his sweet, loving, tender brother. Lovino always hated being compared to his brother; he could never understand why he was so different to all the other nations. Not many people liked Lovino; he had a few friends, but not very many, due to his lack of politeness. No wonder he had no one to love him.

Forever alone with nobody to love him. No family to cherish and care for. No partner to be wed in a few years. He would never experience the phenomenon known as 'true love'.

His younger, more handsome, chirpy brother, Feliciano had and was experiencing love, and was enjoying it. All Lovino wanted was for a small taste of love, even if it was for just a little while. He wanted, no needed, to know what it felt like. Who it would be with? When would it be? So many questions were zooming through his mind about love. He needed to find someone.

He envied Feliciano very much. He was far more superior at everything. Cooking, cleaning, painting, singing, being nice, just everything. Despite him being three years younger than Lovino, he had experienced everything…everything.

Every time he noticed his brother with the damn potato eating bastard, a jealous expression would form on his olive toned skin, his eyes would turn a darker shade, his cheeks would flush and puff out, all because of jealousy.

Even the damn vodka drinking bastard had found love. Yes, Ivan, the mighty Russian nation had settled down from his wild lifestyle and found a lady to settle down with. Was there really any hope for poor little Lovi? Was he going to be forever alone?

There was only one thing Lovino knew about his never existing love life, and that was he definitely didn't like girls. Oh no, he sure played for the other team alright. He had found this out months ago when a girl tried to kiss him, he wasn't satisfied in any way, shape or form. And this wasn't just any girl, only the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

Her golden curls would shimmer in the sunlight; her bold green eyes would shine. Her curvaceous figure stood proud, a girl many men in the world would have sexual fantasies about. She didn't want just any old man, oh hell no, she wanted Lovino, the small, fiery Italian. She would tug on his signature curl just to get the slightest bit of attention from him, every time she failed.

That's when Lovino discovered he was gay. Whenever a man would accidently brush against his curl with his hand or body, he would find himself on the verge of losing it. His brother on the other hand, would just loose it if a fly had landed on it.

When he had finally came to terms with his sexuality the first person he told was, naturally, Feliciano. He knew Feliciano would be kind, caring, and desperate to know more, as he himself was gay and already had someone to love…the stupid potato bastard.

When Lovino told Feliciano and Ludwig about his sexuality they were both somewhat overjoyed, he wasn't entirely sure why Ludwig was happy, but funnily enough he was. But the annoying thing was, they both asked the exact same question which was: "how did you find out?" How could he explain that the most beautiful girl in the world was in love with him, and actually kissed him, and he felt nothing? Not even the slightest bit of arousal. But when a man accidently brushed up against his famous curl, he suddenly found himself aroused and about to lose all his dignity. How was he supposed to explain that to his brother and his brothers love interest?

He couldn't.

His brother was so clueless, that he didn't even know what the abbreviation 'omg' stood for, so how would he understand something strange like this? Ludwig on the other hand would over think it, he over thought everything plus he was way too serious. He kind of intimidated Lovino, but not enough to scare him.

However, Lovino wasn't into all kinds of men, oh no, he had a certain thing for Latin men. He had always like the way they looked, sang and especially the way they danced. In Lovino's opinion Latin people, let alone men, were always filled to the brim with passion, after all they were passionate people. Even the dances that originated from them are passion filled dances, such as the fiery tango. Their singing voices were full of passion, the way they sang could take Lovino's breath away in a single heart-beat.

He always imagined himself in the arms of an Italian man, sitting in a very stylish sofa, arms around each other's bodies as they spoke and exchanged loving looks. But no, Lovino had grown out of that phase. He moved onto Latin people quite quickly, he even met a few just to be sure of his theory. He was right of course.

Lovino had met a slightly taller Spaniard and even one touch to his hand made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach. He felt himself try to restrain, but he couldn't help it, this man's name was even beautiful. He was the most beautiful living thing on the planet, hell in the whole universe in Lovino's eyes.

He had to tell the man how beautiful he was, but how would he do that? This man didn't even know the real reason why Lovino was here. Lovino only told him they needed to meet up about…business.

Whenever Lovino caught a glimpse of those sparkling green eyes that changed colour depending on the mood of the man, whenever he stared at the well-built body of his. His olive skin, shined when the sun bounced off of it. Not forgetting to mention those bouncy, chocolate curls of his. Every time he noticed the sexy Spaniard getting stressed he would run a finger through his beautiful, shiny hair, then all of his curls would bounce around on his head.

When they spoke about their lives and past times, Lovino started to recognise the beautiful figure in front of him. He stared at him in awe when he opened his soft lips, and told Lovino about who he was and his life, Lovino realised he was the nation that is the powerful, mighty Spain.

Lovino couldn't control himself anymore; he needed to touch that 'hot piece of ass' in front of him. His hand caressed the Spaniard's cheek, as he looked down with glowing eyes.

"Um…Lovino?" The Spaniard asked, with a hint of confusion in his voice as well as joy. Lovino merely nodded, his hand still caressing the soft skin in front of him.

"Lovino? What…what a-are you doing?" The puzzled Spaniard asked, staring at Lovino's loving hand.

"Spain, is that you?" Lovino finally asked, still rubbing his hand carefully along the Spaniard's sunlit skin.

"Yes? How would you know that?" He asked now sounding a little concerned, as sweat drops began to fall frantically off of his hairline. He wiped them away gracefully, still staring at the loving hand that caressed his now flustered cheeks.

"I'm Romano, Lovino Romano Vargas. South of Italy." Lovino answered simply, now staring into the pools of green before him, starting to feel a little flustered himself, as he realised what he was doing with his hand. He quickly dropped the loving hand and started to fidget around in his chair. "S-sorry…" He mumbled, sounding abit strange when he apologised, after all apologising wasn't his thing.

The Spaniard let out a small uncontrollable sigh and simply nodded. "It's fine and you're the South of Italy? Well I don't know why I'm so surprised you look an awful lot like you're brother Feliciano, don't you~" He voice was full of glee as he spoke; he sounded just a child on Christmas.

Lovino began to feel slightly angered at the last comment. He did not look like his brother at all. He didn't act like him either. Feliciano was the caring, handsome, creative side of Italy and Lovino was the fiery, intimidatingly manly side of the country. He hated it when people compared him or said he was like Feliciano, so either way you couldn't win.

The green eyed male began to realise Lovino's discomfort and apologise straight away, which, of course, calmed him down a whole lot more.

"Lovino, can I just ask you one thing?" His voice sounded concerned and slightly confused.

"Y-yes, w-what is it?" Lovino trembled, his eyes twitching furiously.

"Why did you want to meet up with me?" The Spaniard asked his voice back to its caring tone. Lovino could feel his face starting to flush and heat up. He began mumbling and stuttering things under his breath, much to the Spaniard's confusion.

"I um…no…it was…I…really…I…um…don't…" He stumbled, struggling with his words. To be entirely honest Lovino didn't actually know why he wanted to meet up with this beautiful man after all, all he remembered was Feliciano rambling on about some curly haired Spaniard called Anto…well something. Then Feliciano suggested that he should meet him, and share their ideas on something for the next EU meeting.

EU meeting? Shit! Lovino had completely forgotten about one of the most important EU meetings in a few days, he had so much to prepare. But wait? If this man was from Spain and would be attending the EU meeting then he must be Spain himself. Why didn't he realise this before? 'God I can be so stupid sometimes!' Lovino thought out loud.

"What was that?" The sexy Spanish man asked, moving some fallen curls out of his tanned face.

"S-Spain?" Lovino stuttered, his eyes glowing.

"Yes I am Spain…but you can call me Antonio I much prefer my human name to my nation's name." He smiled still staring down at Lovino's hand that was caressing his feverish cheeks. Lovino soon stopped with the loving touches as soon as he realised that he was touching the mighty, powerful, oh so gorgeous Spain. Lovino's cheeks flushed a deep red colour as he stopped touching the man, and began to mutter things under his breath once again.

"O-okay Antonio…" He breathed, staring down at the floor beneath him. Wait Antonio? Spain? EU meeting? Lovino Vargas? Did he like tomatoes?

"Do you like tomatoes?" He randomly spluttered out, hitting his head straight after he had realised what he had asked Antonio.

"Tomatoes? Of course I do there the best food on the planet!~" His chirpy, sing-song voice rang though the air as the smile on his face began to grow and become more and more visible. "Once I looked after this small Italian boy, he sure was an ass, and we would eat tomatoes all day long. He sometimes, when he wasn't being an ass, helped me out on the tomato field to pick them. Of course I would reward after, with healthy, newly picked, home-grown tomatoes. It's a shame that he grew up and moved away from me. He and his little brother meant a whole lot to me, but unfortunately I never saw them again, I hope their okay." His eyes began to look glassy as tears over took them.

Then Lovino realised. That boy, that boy was him. He had always remembered being an ass when he was a child, and he remembered the man that got him into tomatoes, just never his name.

"That boy is…me." He sighed, his face flushed once again. He was staring at his former guardian, Antonio Fernandez Careido. Antonio's smile grew even larger than it was as he wiped a few escaped tears from his skin.

"I thought you looked like him Lovi!~" His smiled now was all Lovino could see. It was like his whole face was one big smile with eyes. He pulled himself up from the office chair he was sat on, giving Lovino a huge hug. Of course Lovino didn't hug him back, no he was too manly for that and too much of an ass, no he just squirmed trying to get out of the powerful Spanish grasp that was holding onto him like the only source for miles.

I don't really like this, but I shall continue with it!

Please review your thoughts on my FIRST Spamano fic, there will probably be lots more were that came from!:')