A/N: I've returned once again! This is to thank the readers who read "Romano's Love Diary" which received 3,331 views. And, if you're one of the readers, thank you so much! Could it be you're reading this because you missed me? Nah, there's no way any of my readers will remember me so, forget about that. Anyway, I hope you will like this story and sorry for my errors.
Special Guest: Male!Philippines as Juan dela Cruz

The Lost of Spain

And just like that, with the score of 5-1, Netherlands took its revenge against Spain in this year's FIFA World Cup.

As the Netherlands rejoiced to their victory, Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, one of Team Spain's players, approached his Dutch rival who was just standing and watching his teammates cheered for their victory.

"Oy!" Antonio called out to his rival. "Great job on winning the game! ¡Felicitaciones!"

The Spanish player showed his fist to his rival, whose eyes looked uninterested. When he looked at his Spanish rival's wide grin, he raised his closed hand and bumped his rival's fist. "Yeah, great job, too."

After they exchanged fist-bumps, both teams went home, with the players of Team Netherlands waving at their supporters as they rejoiced at their victory. Although the supporters of Team Spain were disappointed, they still cheered for the team, hoping that they would win in their next match. As both teams returned to their locker rooms, Antonio sighed and felt depressed.

"What's the matter, Toni?" asked one of his teammates. "You look really depressed."

"Is that so?" muttered Antonio.

"Well, it can't be helped," said another of his teammates. "We lost the match against the Netherlands. It's obvious that he'll get depressed because of that."

"You think so?" said the first teammate.

After that short conversation, Antonio still looked depressed. His teammates didn't ask him about his expression, since they assume that he's depressed because they lost the match. In reality, that's not what Antonio is depressed for.

As he separated from his teammates when they were going home, Antonio gripped the cross of his necklace. He started to walk on his way home where a friend of his is waiting. To Antonio, that "friend" of his is not only his friend but, he is someone special to him.

Walking on his way home with a worried face, the Spaniard passed a café. He notice a couple having a nice chat while drinking iced coffee through the window. He then, remembered that time when he and his friend went to the same café. The two of them had fun, of course but, Antonio shook his head as he continued to walk.

"Why am I thinking about that at a time like this?" he thought to himself. He wore a smile and continued walking.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out his name. "Kuya Antonio!"

From the call, Antonio looked behind and was surprised to see a man with sun-kissed skin, brown eyes and long black hair tied into a loose ponytail. His features showed that he is Filipino. The man jogged on his way to Antonio and stopped at the right distance.

"...Is that you, Juan?" Antonio looked confused as he took a closer look on the man's face.

The man's name was Juan dela Cruz, a full-blooded Filipino who took a vacation somewhere in Barcelona, Spain. The Rojigualda was drawn at his right cheek with paint, indicating that he supported Team Spain.

"Yeah, it's me." Juan looked at Antonio with a smile. "You did a great job out there, Kuya! Congratulations!"

"Gracías," Antonio thanked him. "But that was a huge 4-point gap, you know."

"Alam ko," Juan sighed. "But, it was worth it. You and your teammates did a great job. Shall we get going?"

"Sí." The Spaniard nodded as he and his Filipino friend walked on their way home.

Juan is a guy who can easily tell what a person is thinking by looking at the person's face. Juan can be aloof at times but, when it comes to someone's personal problems, he knows when to stop asking questions. Knowing Antonio quite much, he decided to ask him something.

"...Are you afraid that Lovi-chan will get angry at you?"

Antonio almost jolted from the sudden question. Since he and Juan are close friends, the Filipino is probably aware about Antonio's relationship with other foreigners. And, one of the relationships Antonio had was with a foul-mouthed Italian named, Lovino Vargas.

Although he may be foul-mouthed, Lovino is actually overprotective to his little brother Feliciano Vargas. He and Antonio are actually close since Antonio was the one who took care of him and his little brother when they were still kids. There were times when Lovino gets jealous whenever Antonio pays attention to Feliciano but, Antonio always tells him that his favorite is always Lovino himself.

Lovino is a soccer player and is part of Team Italy, alongside with his little brother, in the FIFA World Cup. During matches, Lovino and Antonio consider each others as rivals but, whenever they don't have a match, they are like close friends. While Team Italy didn't had a game today, Lovino swore that he will keep an eye on Antonio at his match and if he loses, Lovino will hate him forever.

"Well, it's not like that," Antonio said. "I mean, it does bother me that Lovi will hate me forever but, what really bothered me is the fact that I don't know what to tell him."

"What do you mean?" Juan raised an eyebrow, looking confused.

"I don't actually know what I'm saying but, what I'm trying to say is that, I don't know what his reaction will be."

"I still don't get you."

"I mean, think about it. Lovi acts tough and all but deep inside, I know that he has a soft spot."

"So, are you saying that you're depressed because you felt bad that you lost and you don't know how to face Lovi-chan?"

"That's what I really want to say! As expected from Juan!"

"It was nothing."

Juan is also good in reading other people's words. If the person is puzzled, he starts analyzing the words and comes up with the right point. He usually does it whenever he knows that the person is experiencing some "mind problems" and "emotional problems".

"But, seriously, I don't really know what to tell him," Antonio continued.

"Just tell him that you're sorry," Juan replied simply.

"I think, that's not enough."

"Just try it."

"Do you really think it will work?"

"Of course! If it doesn't work, just use your so-called 'Spanish charm'."

"¡Sí, sí! ¡Gracías, Juan!"

"Anything for Kuya Antonio."

The Filipino beamed a smile as he pointed at his Rojigualda mark on his cheek. Antonio smiled back and gave Juan a big hug. As the two separated ways, Antonio felt determined as he clutched the cross of his necklace. He knew that it will be difficult to face Lovino but, he knew that it's the only way for the two of them to get along.

"I'm home, Lovi~!" Antonio called out as he slowly took a step inside the living room. His heart was beating fast and he felt nervous. It was the same feeling he had once he entered the huge stadium where tons of supporters cheered for both teams. He shut his eyes and hoped that Lovino will not react too much.

Until all of a sudden, Lovino came rushing towards Antonio and tackled him.

"Antonio, how dare you!" Lovino exlcaimed angrily as he threw punches on Spain's body, with tears in his eyes. "Why did you lost the game, damn it!? You're unbelievable! I hate you! I hate you forever, you tomato bastardo! Remember that, damn it!"

Lovino continued to curse at Antonio but, it seemed that the Spaniard was very much surprised at the Italian's sudden reaction. All he ever thought was the eyes of Lovino looking at him with rage. He didn't actually expect that this will be the reaction he will get.

"Lovi, I-!"

"What are you going to say!? Are you trying to make an excuse!?"

"No, that's not what I was going to say."

"Then say it, damn it!"

Antonio noticed that the living room was a huge mess. There were some spilled tomato sauce and some noodles from the pasta but, what surprised Antonio the most was the sight of a huge flag of the Rojigualda and a signboard that says, "Buona fortuna, Spagna!" which means, "Good luck, Spain!" in Italian. Antonio always thought that Lovino didn't take his words seriously but now, he finally realized that the Italian did kept an eye on him and supported him until the very end. He felt very grateful.

"Lo siento, Lovi." Spain smiled as he patted the head of the crying Italian who was right in front of him. "I've never thought I will lose against the Netherlands."

"Shut up, you bastardo!" Lovi exclaimed as he slowly stopped crying. "You and your excuses are unforgivable!"

"But even so, I feel very happy right now."

"And why the freaking hell is that?"

"Because, I finally met my number one supporter."

"Huh? Who is that?"

"Are you really that dense, Lovi~?"

Spain poked the Italian's forehead and gave him a hug. "It's you, of course," he whispered.

The Italian jerked off as his face slowly reddened from embarrassment. "D-Don't just say what you want, damn it! Are you saying that because you want me to cheer up!?"

"No, I'm saying this because it's what I really feel and what I think is the truth."

"Sh-Shut up!"

"You really look cute, you know~!"

"Ho detto, zitto!"

And their conversation went off into different topics, until that night, Lovino and Antonio slept together in a double bed, much to the Italian's embarrassment and the Spaniard's delight.

"You have a match against England tomorrow, right?" Antonio said.

"Yeah," said Lovino. "What about it?"

"I'm gonna keep an eye on you, too."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I'm telling you that I will give you my full support all the way here! So, don't you dare lose against them, especially from Eyebrows Guy."

"Ah, you mean, Arthur Kirkland, right?"

"Yeah, that guy! Don't you dare to lose to him, OK?"

"Yeah right, shut up! Just go to sleep already!"

Lovino tugged the blanket as he faced the left side of the bed, trying to hide his red face from Antonio. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrapped around himself and he felt someone's body from his back.

"¡Sí, señor!" Antonio's voice echoed through Lovino's ear.

OK, I've finally finished! It took me like, 2 hours to finish this because of a lot of distractions but thankfully, it's done. Anyway, I'm going to give you guys the translations.

Spanish
¡Felicitaciones! - Congratulations!
Rojigualda - The flag of Spain
Gracías - Thanks
¡Sí, sí! ¡Gracías, Juan!- Yeah, yeah! Thanks, Juan!
Lo siento, Lovi. - I'm sorry, Lovi.
¡Sí, señor! - Yes, sir!

Filipino
Kuya - Brother
Alam ko - I know

Italian
Buona fortuna, Spagna! - Good luck, Spain!
Ho detto, zitto! - I said, shut up!