A/N: This is a songfic, except there are no lyrics. But I recommend that you listen to the song before reading this to give you a better image. The chapter titles are the different names for the song.

Chapter One: Romance de España

-Spanish Romance-

Upon entering the hall, Feliciano immediately dragged his brother along to have a conversation with his friend Ludwig. Unfortunately for Feliciano's brother Lovino, he had no other choice but to follow Feliciano around wherever he went. There wasn't that much for him to do at the party. Many visitors from around the globe gathered in one special evening for a celebration. Lovino had no idea what was being celebrated, for that was his brother's business. All he planned to do was eat, drink, and make sure Ludwig doesn't harm his precious brother.

The party, however, wasn't a typical Saturday night with Alfred F. Jones. There were no cans of beer scattered on the floor, no hip-hop blasting from the stereo. Instead, the hall was decorated with crystals that hung in the ceiling, flower arrangements brighter than Feliciano's personality, waterfalls of silk and chiffon in the form of curtains, tablecloths, and even women's dresses. Every little detail in the room was studded with elegance. Lovino looked like a gentleman himself, dressed like the rest of the crowd in their designer suits and Italian shoes, but he was slouching in a corner with a half-empty wine goblet in hand. His brother Feliciano was too busy socializing with the other guests.

Behind the quiet chatter, Lovino could hear the music. It came from a grand piano near the center of the room, played by a young virtuoso who looked more high-class than anybody else, despite the setting. An enthusiast for classical music would instantly recognize the graceful leaps in the notes and the sweet, romantic melody with a hint of melancholy. He was playing Chopin's 'Nocturne in E-flat major, Op.9, No.2.'

Lovino found nothing romantic about the piece.

Once the pianist had done the finale, he gave the audience a bow, as they returned a gentle applause. Then, the music was replaced by silence. To Lovino, it sounded like silence, but it was the sound of overlapping conversations to the other guests. The noise continued but Lovino was unaware of the sounds around him.

Until he came.

Beside the grand piano, a dining chair was pulled up and the seat was about to be taken by another musician. Unlike the previous performer, he did not impress the crowd with fancy shirts and beauty marks. He seemed to be an average man at a glance. Although he wore no clothes fit for a million dollar party, his green eyes sparkled under the dim chandeliers. His brown hair appeared to be very natural as much as his sun kissed skin. It made Lovino feel a bit of warmth just by looking at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our new entertainment has arrived," a man with thick eyebrows announced. "Antonio Fernández Carriedo shall be performing a classical guitar piece called 'Spanish Romance' for us this evening,"

The crowd didn't speak or applaud. The silence haunted Lovino's ears until the leg of a chair screeched against the ground. Antonio held an acoustic guitar in one hand as he adjusted the chair with the other. He sat down carefully after smiling at his audience, and positioned his hand on the guitar's neck. The song he was playing was sadder than the previous one. The notes started out low and the pitch became higher, making Lovino lean closer to hear. Lovino watched the guitarist's fingers move flawlessly across the frets, hitting every note perfectly and with emotion. His attention drifted farther away as the song came closer to a finish, with Antonio plucking the strings slower and slower.

"Muchas gracias," Antonio told the crowd and headed outside.

Lovino did the first thing in his mind and followed him. He almost got lost in the maze of walls decorated with antique paintings and Victorian torches. After taking the first exit he discovered, he found himself in a garden with beds of colors and shrubs. The only entity that seemed out of place was a tomato plant growing by a stake for support. It was surrounded by well-trimmed grass and in front of it was a typical park bench. Besides the chirping of a little yellow bird, the sound of a Spanish guitar echoed in the courtyard. He saw Antonio sitting on the bench, playing the same piece he did moments ago, the one that the host had called "Spanish Romance."

"Ah, hi there!" Antonio called out and suddenly stopped playing, after he realized that Lovino had followed him.

Lovino blushed as red as a tomato for some unknown reason.

"Are you talking to me?" he asked.

"You're the only other person in here,"

This time, Lovino's face went from a bright tomato-red to scarlet.

"I... What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to go outside for a moment," Antonio replied. "And you?"

"I...I just came to get some air," Lovino stuttered.

"The view...Es muy bonita ¿sí?"

Having been born and raised in South Italy, Lovino understood a bit of Spanish and knew what Antonio was talking about.

"Sì,"

"Sí," Antonio repeated.

"That song you were playing," Lovino said, "What is the name of the piece?"

"'Estudio en Mi de Rubria'," Antonio replied, "But this song has many names, yet nobody knows who really composed it,"

"The composer deserves all the credit," Lovino stated, "It's truly a beautiful piece,"

"I agree. My favorite name for this piece is 'Romance Anónimo.' I never got your name, by the way,"

"Lovino,"

"Encantado," Antonio smiled as he shook Lovino's hand.

"They mentioned your name before you played, but I can't remember it," Lovino admitted.

"Me?" Antonio said while picking a tomato from the nearby plant, "My name is-"

"Fratello!" Antonio was interrupted by the door being slammed open, followed by a high pitched cry from Feliciano. Lovino jumped from his seat and the tomato fell out of Antonio's hands into Lovino's lap.

"Feli! What do you think you're doing?" he yelled at his brother.

"There was a scary man who started a fight with with Alfred and I was afraid. Ludwig tried to help but I want to go home, ve~!" the words rolled out of Feliciano's tongue as the tears gushed out of his eyes.

Lovino glanced at the musician apologetically and offered the tomato back to him. Antonio gently pushed it away.

"You can keep it," he grinned, and then he walked away.

Antonio was already too far away for the brothers to catch up to, and In his condition, Feliciano couldn't do anything unless he was fed pasta.

Lovino stared at the tomato and then he sighed "I still don't know his name."