AN: Well then, here I go. I promised myself that if Himaruya did a Christmas Event, I would write a Spamano fic. And NOT a one shot, mind you. Apart from the great fanfics out there that have inspired me so much, I figured it's about time that I write a story about my most favorite OTP of all time. :D

Disclaimer: Himaruya owns everything.

Warning: Romano's charming way with words.

And with this, I start my first ever Spamano story. Enjoy!

"Oh, and one last favor?" He bit his lip and looked up, only to see the crowd slowly disintegrating. It was time to go.

"Um... sure."

"If something were to happen, God forbid, promise me that you'll protect him."

"…Yeah, I promise."

"Now let's just hope you don't break it."

Chapter 1:

Sii il mio eroe

RINGGGGGGG!

The serene silence of the classroom came to a complete halt as the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Students quickly hurried out of the room, not wanting to miss any minute of their free time away from books, teachers, and well, school. Antonio looked up in amusement as he saw the very same routine that occurs every day happen once again. He for one was not one to make a big fuss about these things. After all, he himself does these type of things on a few occasions. Today though, he was in no hurry to get out of school. It was customary that he would walk home with his two best friends, Francis and Gilbert. However, in the morning before Antonio headed off to his first class, Francis had told him that he was not going to be able to accompany him today because he 'had some matters to attend to' and Gilbert just pretty much bailed. Antonio didn't mind though, after all, they were his two best friends, his amigos for life, his two musketeers, his..

Well, you get the idea.

Antonio walked down to his locker and thought about the science homework he was going to have to do. "The teacher said to write an essay on the characteristics of a living being..." he murmured as he took out the books that would be necessary in order to complete the assignment. Antonio gave a slight yawn as he shut his locker door closed and exited the building. He was usually so happy and cheerful whenever his friends were around, but whenever they were missing... he felt strange, boring, tedious.

He felt empty.

The feeling bothered Antonio tremendously. What was there to be missing? He has a wonderful family who love him to death, he is alive and well, has two great best friends, money is never a problem, and so much more that others would kill to have.

So why did he keep on thinking that something was missing?

A small frown covered Antonio's face as he walked along the route to get to his home, the frown that always comes up whenever he is in deep thinking. Most of the students from the institute had already left, so there were only a few walking on the pavement along with Antonio. Although one or two wanted to create a small talk with him (Antonio's cheerful personality was known quite throughout the whole school), the frown on his face intimidated them a little, since they were so used to the smiles he constantly gives. However, none of the students had the same route as Antonio, and so in the end they had to part ways, achieving nothing.

Antonio was quite oblivious to all of this.

He continued walking down the usual path, until he stopped at the red light. He pressed the pedestrian button which would allow him to cross the street safely, and did so as soon as the light switched.

It all happened so fast.

First he was just minding his own business, then he heard a slight curse in some kind of foreign language, and the next second some guy completely tackled him down all the way down to the other side of the pavement. "Wh-what the-?" He hit the ground hard and then instantly heard a SWOOSH. Only after Antonio opened his eyes did he realize he had them closed.

The first thing he saw was a young man, most likely the one who caused him to fall, he would think. He had dark brown hair, almost as dark as Antonio's, and the most peculiar curl off at his left side. The curl was pushed down some due to the fact that the boy was wearing a cap. He had a slightly light tan and his clear green eyes were tinted with anger.

"You fucking bastard! Drive better, dammit!" The said person screamed towards the direction of the street, where a car could be seen fading into a distance.

"Wait… Wha?" Antonio mumbled as he slowly stood up, not taking his eyes off of the person who was now almost trying to chase the freaking car, while still yelling incoherent curses. Of course to no avail. It was actually quite a comical sight, and if Antonio weren't so terribly confused, he would have laughed.

Antonio caught up shortly after the person gave up halfway with a loud, "Tch!" He grabbed a hold of the boy's arm and turned him around, so that he would be facing him. The stranger turned towards Antonio sharply, and the hard gaze that he bestowed made Antonio flinch.

"What?" He said coldly. Antonio thought that his voice conferred the stranger's… strange demeanor. As he looked at the person once more he noticed that he had kind of a boyish face, and that he's probably around Antonio's age, maybe slightly younger. He was wearing a long red scarf and as he looked closer, he found something small at the corner of the scarf. It was a golden color imprinted in cursive and it spelled out a six-letter word: Lovino.

Lovino… could that be his name? It was quite uncommon and Antonio had never heard of such a name before.

"Lovino.." Antonio read out the name slowly, his strong Spanish accent kicking in as he tried to pronounce it as it should. It sounded Italian…

"Yeah, that's my name. Anything else?" He said impatiently. The tone of…Lovino's voice made Antonio look away from the red object and open his mouth to respond. However, nothing came out.

What was he planning to say anyway? Antonio had simply run to him out of impulse, and now that they were face to face… he was speechless. He tried to rewind back a few minutes ago of what might have happened so that he wouldn't just be standing there looking like a total dumbass, (But, well, with his mouth still open in the shape of an 'O' and his eyes looking towards nothing in particular, he looked pretty darn stupid.)

'Okay, so, first I was walking down the street when a random stranger, which I will now call Lovino'he corrected himself, 'tackled me to the ground, sending me rolling all the way to the other side. I hit my arm against the pavement and instantly I heard some sort of a 'swoosh' sound. I look up and see Lovino chasing a car which just happened to pass by..Wait.' Antonio suddenly stopped his mental flashback. 'Car….pass by… swoosh… Lovino…my arm…' Antonio came to the realization and trailed his eyes back to Lovino, only to realize he wasn't there anymore. He turned around to see said person walking away, with his hands in his pockets. He was quite a good distance away too. Whoops. Antonio must have zoned out for a while.

"Ah! Wait!" He called out, struggling to catch up, once again, to Lovino. The guy could be visibly heard groaning as he turned around and practically yelled at his pursuer, "WHAT?"

Antonio was not discouraged by the Italian's obviously pissed off aura, however, and he kept on running towards him, his warm breath coming out as huffs due to the icy winter weather. As he approached him, a wide smile could be visibly seen covering Antonio's face and it creeped the hell out of Lovino.

"F-fucking bastard.. w-what the hell do you want?" He took two steps backwards as Antonio got closer and his smile got wider. He was grinning so hard Lovino thought his cheeks might crack. Wasn't it practically 30 degrees out? How could they not crack?

"You saved me." Antonio breathed. He looked down the hill where the incident took place and pointed towards it with his index finger. "That car was speeding and I didn't notice it. If it wasn't for you, it would have hit me." He shuddered slightly at the thought, still smiling nonetheless.

Lovino scoffed. "Didn't they teach in fucking kindergarten to look both damn ways before crossing the street? Or did you never attend school? Maybe that explains why you were standing in the fucking middle, just waiting to get run over."

"Ahaha~ They did teach me that, as a matter of fact!" Antonio laughed as he rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish manner. "Many years back though. I'm in my first year of college, so it's been a while."

"Whoop de fucking doo." He was about to turn away and continue on walking, but the persistent male interrupted his future actions.

"Anyways… I just wanted to say.. gracias." Antonio smiled warmly, whilst Lovino simply stared back and yawned loudly, so then maybe the Spaniard would get the hint and leave him alone, but judging by the unfazed smile, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and if you ever need me for anything at all, don't be afraid to call, okay?" He ruffled through some papers from his bag and ripped a piece of it out, then grabbed a pen from his pocket and quickly wrote his cell number on it. While in the midst of doing so, he looked up various times just to make sure that the Italian hadn't left yet, and when he was reassured that he was not going anywhere, he finished scribbling the number down. Antonio folded the piece of paper hamburger style and placed it inside Lovino's coat pocket and tapped it playfully.

Throughout all of this Lovino gave Antonio a, "What the hell?" look. If it were another person, he would have simply ripped it apart in front of their face, but somehow, he felt that with Antonio, things wouldn't go as he expected. So he did a very Un-Lovino thing and sighed with a simple, "Whatever." As he turned around, once again, he raised an eyebrow at Antonio, daring him to do anything again in order to prevent him from leaving. Seeing as he did nothing, Lovino continued walking up the hill and as he reached the top. He could see from far away Antonio standing in the very same spot, waving energetically at his direction.

"What the.. does the bastard actually expect for me to wave back?" He turned around and shook his head as he continued walking. Out of curiosity, he took out the ripped piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it.

440-875-1375

-Antonio~

P.S Lovino's a cute name! Haha, I like it!

What the hell is wrong with that guy?

A/N: First chapter is done! I'm sorry that it is so short, but I promise that the following chapters will be longer! I'm not going to have a set date on the updates since deadlines always take the fun out of writing, but you should expect two or three for each month. C:

As for the plot, I already have some of the stuff planned out, but I'm not sure how it's going to end yet. And it's probably going to be around 10 chapters or so, in case you were wondering~

Thanks for reading, guys! Reviews would be immensely appreciated, and since it's my first time writing these kinds of things, I know I probably made some mistakes, so some constructive criticism would be good too! :'D