It was loud in the cantina. There was music coming from the strumming of the guitars and the clicking of the castanets, raucous laughter came in between sips of beer and wine, and then there was the moping. Said moping was only coming from one side of the long bar seemingly detached from all the happy festivities and frankly Antonio was having none of it.

"Cheer up mi amigo!" He slammed a mug of strong German beer as requested and grinned with little to no effort. It was in his nature, being happy. Besides he didn't see anything to mope about because if he did he could do that a little too well as well.

"She was the one." Gilbert, the one strangely enough doing the actual moping, let out a weak sob. It was a little more pathetic than what usually came from the Prussian man but it seemed that this was an entirely different case. His head had barely risen to look at the mug of booze settled in front of him.

Francis was not too convinced as he swirled the wine in his own glass. He stared at his Prussian friend with pursed lips before shaking his head. "And uh, what was her name again?"

"CallMeSexy." Gilbert raised a shaking hand and gulped down half his beer. It was his third mug so far. "CallMeSexy- Gott, such a beautiful name!"

Antonio chuckled and exchanged a look with Francis. "Sí, uhh… muy hermosa. Tell me again how this CallMePretty became the one?"

"Sexy!" Gilbert interrupted. "CallMeSexy! Mein Gott get it right Antonio! Are you my friend or what?"

Antonio burst out laughing. "My apologies. Wait... Are you crying?"

Francis, who had been patiently watching the two, placed his wine glass down and stared hard. "Mon Dieu you are crying!"

"Shut up." Gilbert wailed, slamming his head back down into his crossed arms. They could barely make out what he was saying. "I thought she was gonna carry my awesome babies!"

"Dios!" Antonio choked out as he laughed harder than before.

Francis had joined him this time, spilling everything in his glass down to the floor as he crumpled against the bar top with his Spanish friend.

"Shut up!" Gilbert whined, raising his head long enough to glare at his friends. "You guys are so totally not awesome right now. In fact you suck. Suck really, really bad."

"Of course we do." Francis chortled, patting Gilbert's back in mock sympathy. "Stop this nonsense right now you big baby, you sound very much like a teenage girl."

"I'll stop when I feel like it mo-n-sieur." Gilbert sat up and slammed his mug down. "Give me another one Toni."

"Don't you dare." Francis warned. "He's drunk enough that he thinks butchering the French language is okay."

Antonio shrugged his shoulders from behind the bar. "Hey, he's a paying customer."

"Damn right I am!" Gilbert smirked for no reason whatsoever and stared up at the ceiling. "And I am so awesome. You guys are semi-awesome, but not like me. Because of that, I'll pay for whatever you two drink- 'cept for you Toni cause you own this bar."

"What the heck, I'm not gonna turn down free drinks." Francis pushed his own wine glass forward. "Hit me."

Antonio laughed but turned around to get their drinks anyway. It wasn't like he was gonna make them pay as much as they drank. His friends knew that all he took from them was half of what they owed him. It was a perk of owning your own bar. Once Francis and Gilbert were settled Antonio rounded the bar in search if anyone who would need his services. His friends could be left alone.. for a while.

"Keeper! I mean, uh... I don't know what you're called but I uhh, Lovi he isn't looking!"

"Cut that out Feliciano!"

"But Lovi, I'm thirsty! Oh look there's another one! Ciao!"

Antonio turned on his heel only to be nearly floored to the ground. He started at the raven head who had both hands grabbing at his serving apron.

Kiku was new but he was great with the customers and people liked visiting him even if he was sometimes overly polite. In fact three people became regulars just for him and more often than not they brought in enough business to keep Antonio's hands full for the rest of the night.

"I'm so very sorry!" Kiku stammered, flustered, his cheeks bright and his hair a mess. He had obviously just been serving said three regulars.

"That's okay." Antonio smiled. "I'm guessing Alfred, Arthur, and Herakles are here?"

"Yes." Kiku sighed deeply. "I... I need a moment, if that's all right."

"Take your time." Antonio said picking up a bottle of bourbon and a plate of pre-made sandwhiches. "I'll take care of those three."

"Thank you so much Antonio-san!"

"You can drop the san." Antonio called after him but his new friend didn't hear him as he raced for the cellar doors. Focusing on his customers, Antonio let the Japanese man be and grinned charmingly at the three men across the bar. They said nothing as he settled the plate of food in front of them which worked to his advantage. "You three did a number on him."

"Is he okay?" Herakles asked as he stopped Antonio from pouring him a glass. His hand moved for a sandwich instead, which he bit into with much relish. Antonio was sure that the Greek man didn't drink much and the only reason he was here was for their Japanese friend.

"Yeah, is he all right?" Arthur on the other hand accepted his drink whole heartedly and raised his glass in the air. "Cheers."

"You could sound a little more jolly." Alfred interjected but he too knocked back his drink with a rather solemn air. He hadn't even touched the sandwiches which was telling that tonight was not a nice night. "We pushed too far."

"You did." Antonio hummed. He poured down more drinks. "You my amigos, need to learn a little thing called subtlety. You were too forward on our poor Kiku tonight, and with his kind if upbringing he is just a tad bit… well, overwhelmed."

"He told you this did he?" Arthur grumbled. "You guys are just best buddies now?"

"No." Antonio chuckled. "But I'm his boss and I can't allow any harassment here. We wouldn't want to get banned from this little bar and lessen your chances getting together with little Honda would we?"

Arthur looked like he had a lot to say about that, his eyebrows pulling together and his mouth opening but Alfred cut in, his eyes just a tad bit bright at the clear warning and grinned. "You're right and we got it. Don't let us keep you here."

"Glad we're clear." Antonio smiled before he did as suggested and moved away. So long as they got the message he was sure that they wouldn't do anything untoward Kiku.

As he turned to move back to his friends since he had left them long enough he heard it again;

"Uhh, excuse me! Ciao! Ciao! Over here!"

"Feliciano you are being too loud!"

"Thirsty Lovi! Really, really, really thirsty!"

"For the love of- you!"

Antonio felt the hand pulling on his shirt. He hadn't realized that they had been that close. Everything seemed loud in the bar, especially since it was a Saturday. Quickly he paused and turned that way. And if he had to be honest he was dumbfounded. Absolutely dumbfounded.

The man, or boy, Antonio had to blink, had pushed the sunglasses previously on his face up his head, making dark chocolate tresses stick up haphazardly as if he'd just stuck his finger in a light socket. His forehead was wide, his eyes a warm color of amber, and his cheeks were growing redder after each passing second.

Antonio had a type, he had described his ideal pretty boy time after time after time and it was very rare that he managed to find one exactly like it. Had Francis and Gilbert been by this end of the bar, they would testify on this boy being exactly that type which would explain Antonio's current stupor.

He had pink lips, slightly swollen as if they'd just been kissed that were upturned in a frown that brought Antonio to his senses much better than the fingers snapping before his eyes. His hands seemed smooth, definitely a noble then as he looked like he hadn't worked a day in his life. His clothes pronounced the discovery even more and the cigarette in his hand seemed to be an Insignia. He smoked… But of course that didn't matter. Rich or not, he was absolutely gorgeous.

"Back with us yet idiot?" What a voice. Low but warm, sending the sensation of fire down Antonio's spine. His eyebrow was arched in a questioning manner, his shoulders stiff, and his lips still in that perpetual frown. Upon finishing one last snap, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared fiercely.

Antonio smiled as he brought himself back to earth. "Ah, Si. Can I help you?"

"You can do your job." And what a wicked tongue. Such a way with words. "A glass of wine, chilled, for me and something non-alcoholic for my fratello."

"Ve? Non-alcoholic?"

"Hush Feliciano." Amber eyes stared him dead on. "What are you still doing here?"

Antonio stared some more, incapable of moving, incapable of explaining why. It was almost an entire minute later that he moved away from that side of the bar and back towards his friends after seeing Kiku handling the brothers as some sort of recompense for his earlier save.

That was all right with Antonio as he slumped in front of Gilbert who was startled and straightened from the bar so fast it was comical.

"What happened?" Francis asked, taken slightly aback by the dazed look in his friend's eyes. He was sitting on the bar counter, one hand extended to reach the bottle of wine he had been planning to pilfer when the Spaniard slumped in front of them almost like a dead weight.

Gilbert had enough sense, as seeing his friend drop in front of him sobered him up, to ask the most valid question he could currently think of. "Did a customer drug you or something?"

Antonio shook his head weakly and answered plainly. "I think I'm in love."

Lovino looked as his brother enjoyed his rather tall glass of apple juice. The bartender, oddly enough a Japanese man, was nice enough to give him something that looked like beer (something he was never drinking because it was horrible crap) and had saved his face. Or rather, his brother's, as who the heck drinks juice in a bar? He would leave that one a nice tip before they left, the other one however...

"Ve, are you still looking for that server fratello?" Feliciano looked around him also in search. "I wonder what happened to him. Do you think he did something bad and recognized us?"

"They are called bartenders Feliciano, and I don't know and I really don't care. Just finish that so we can get the hell out of here. This stupid idea was yours in the first place." Lovino sipped his own drink but thought about what his brother had said.

He wasn't entirely involved with the mafia business and granted they probably had more contacts that he didn't know of, but the look that the bartender had on his face hadn't been recognition. He had seen many looks before upon being noticed in public and if it hadn't been for Feliciano's unquenched thirst he would never have even thought of removing his sunglasses and revealing his face. Of course he couldn't have been more surprised with the reception he'd gotten. That look… it was more... shocked, yes but also... dazzled.

That had never happened before, Lovino was very sure of that.

"Fratello…"

Almost instantly he knew that someone was watching him. Now he may have been used to having eyes on him most of the time (Guardie del corpo. Mama never let him leave the house without at least two) but that did not mean that he was any more comfortable than the average Joe.

Feliciano had felt his unease especially since he had been waiting for it after being the one to notice the stare and he had once again taken his time to look around the room. His eyes fell on the trio settled on the other end of the bar. He spotted the server- ah, bartender, from before. He turned back to Lovino. "Do you want to leave now fratello?"

Lovino grit his teeth. He glanced to his side and saw that Feliciano's glass was still half full. "No. They aren't doing anything but staring."

"Ve~All right."

"Him?" Gilbert repeated for the eighth time just in case he had heard wrong. He even pointed at the boy with a firm jab for good measure although he did so with caution as he did not want to be seen pointing.

Antonio let out a breathy sigh that was honestly sickening and nodded his head. His eyes were apparently glued to the brunette who seemed very uncomfortable, almost as if he knew he was being stared at. Of course Antonio wasn't exactly hiding his staring. "Isn't he beautiful?"

"Honhonhon Antoine, you have such good taste." Francis licked his lips appreciatively. "He is gorgeous, très belle!"

"He's mine." Antonio deadpanned glaring at Francis.

"Relax mon ami." Francis chuckled and pointed a finger. "You see? He has a brother. You can have the scowling Italian, the other one seems more pleasant to me."

"Okay." Antonio brightened. He turned to Gilbert then, who wasn't reacting at all which was very, very odd. "Gil? You're still not depressed about CallMePretty are you?"

"You can't have him." The Prussian man frowned, he didn't even bother correcting his friend as his own love life was tossed quickly to the back burner of his mind. He looked at both his friends and shook his head. "You can't have either of them."

"And why not?" Francis asked, bristling. "Antoine saw them first."

"Yeah, I know that. But listen, da?" Gilbert looked around them and his apparent serious mood was only then recognized. His voice lowered slightly. "I don't know how you didn't recognize them, especially you Franny, but those two are Vargas'."

Antonio raised an eyebrow. "And that's supposed to mean something to me?"

Francis, on the other hand, smacked his face with his hand groaning to himself very, very expressively. "Why did I not see that?!"

"Why?" Antonio turned to the currently preoccupied Frenchman. "Who are the Vargas'?"

"Mon Dieu, our poor innocent Antoine." Francis lamented pulling the Spaniard into his arms. "They are a part of a very dangerous family involved with the mafia. It is wiser to stay away from them. I'm not surprised you didn't know about that as you've secluded yourself from the world. They like to frequent your bar often but I don't think you've ever noticed. You're much too oblivious for your own good."

Antonio tried to escape Francis's hold but couldn't (the blonde could be strong when he wanted to be) and made do with looking at Gilbert. "Mafia?"

"Da. Mob boss in every generation." Gilbert sighed. "Those two are young and not really known but I definitely know the other one, Feliciano Vargas. West said something about an engagement and I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he's the Vargas he was talking about. Saw his picture, and they look like twins yes but I could immediately tell which one Feliciano was."

"Dios." Antonio's mind raced, automatically tuning Gilbert out and he was staring hard at the bar.

"I'm sorry Toni." Gilbert frowned. He knew that Antonio's instant infatuation was usually hard to repress. It was like that for all three of them. They found someone they liked, they played their luck, then they left. It wasn't usual that they got bummed over someone before getting a chance but he couldn't deny that the Vargas' brothers weren't attractive. Soothingly, he patted Antonio's shoulder. "There'll be more boys."

"No." Antonio looked up. "You say Ludwig knows one of them. Can he introduce me to the other one?"

"Mein Gott." Gilbert shook his head. "Tell me you aren't serious."

"Please." Antonio pouted, trying to utilize one of his best friends' least known weaknesses. "Please Gil."

Big and wide puppy eyes.

"Nein Toni." Gilbert huffed. "It will not work."

"Please." Antonio stressed. "Two no uh, three weeks of free beer! The good kind that you love so much!"

Francis gasped in shock. "That's not fair I want free drinks too!"

"All right." Antonio smiled. "Francis too!"

"C'est magnifique!" Francis beamed. He turned to Gilbert who was still looking a little lost. "Oh come on mon ami, if you're right about them being Vargas then we only have to try hard enough until the scowling one rejects Antoine's advances, oui?"

"Hey!" Antonio cried in protest. He'd liked to believe that he wouldn't just get rejected.

"He is a mafia baby Antoine. Let us hope for the best but prepare for the worst, no?" Francis tipped his glass.

"You have a point." Antonio sighed and grabbed a bottle to refill it. He looked at Gilbert. "What about you Gil? Are you in?"

The Prussian stared at his friend, looked at his mug then back again. "Da."

"Really?" Antonio threw the bottle behind him (not surprised that Kiku had caught it as he passed their end of the bar) and threw his arms around his best friends. "Gracias amigos! Gracias!"

AN: So uh this is my first shot at Spamano. I did the proof-reading so there might still be mistakes, feel free to point them out if you see them. There will be other pairings, maybe and this is more of a trial chap than anything.

Would like to hear your thoughts on this~ :)

Nique