It bothered the heck out of me, that I made a USUK story but not a Spamano one, so here it is! This is not a one-shot as said in description it's from beggining to end (Well not until they die or something just until Lovino is Lovina to poor clueless Antonio.) My first Spamano~! Hope you enjoy! Please do review, as usual if no one reviews, no more will be made:) I currently have 3 stories going, I can juggle but I won't continue on something no one wants.

"Oh, come on, Lovi! Take your shirt off! We can go swimming together that would be fun, si?"

"Che palle! I'm not taking my shirt off around you!" I stood on the shore of Barcelona, just starring at my Boss.

"Come on Lovi, swimming alone isn't fun! Boss has been so busy, with the Turkey and Eyebrows and now Netherlands!" Boss whined.

"Fine, y-you bastard! But it's not for you! It's just hot that's all!" I slowly peeled off my shirt, I'm as flat as a board so why the fuck not? And it's hot damn it!

"Yay! Romano you make boss so happy!" Spain skipped closer to no doubt trying to engulf me in a hug.

"Don't say weird shit like that shirtless! You bastard!" I whined, splashing him before he tried to get any closer.

"Porque? We're both hombres, no?" He questioned. HUH? I probably made the stupidest face ever. He didn't really think that I was a boy, right? Sure, I had short hair b-but that's because I didn't want that piano bastard to ask me to do house work and shit, I'd rather climb up in a tree and hide until dinner then do dishes!

"Che?!" I gasped after seconds of speechlessness.

"Che? Que?" After a second of no answer, he moved on. "I can't wait to show you all sorts of manly thi_" This was getting weird damn it! I can't believe this!

"CHIGI!" I head-butted him. Serves him right for thinking wrong!

"Ah! Romano! What was that for?!" He stumbled back in surprised, while I ran for the shore.

"Weird ass bastard! Don't come any closer! D-damn it! Stay right there! I swear if you… if you go after me I'll… I'll runaway!" I said hot tears running down my face. I was upset, damn it! And I know I shouldn't be, but…I thought we were close and but the bastard can't even guess my gender. I should've known he didn't want to get to know me. He just wants my inheritance, just like the rest!

"Wait! Romano! What's wrong?" Despite my warning he walked up onto the shore toward me.

"Nevermind! Bastard!" I realized I was yelling. "I-I'm going." I hoped that he didn't catch that I didn't give a location.

"Where? Romano, I'm sorry." He said, of course when I want him to be clueless he becomes intuitive, fuck, I did not just use that word. His emerald eyes gave me a sad look, I hate seeing him this way, but I didn't want to see him smiling either! Damn conflicting emotions!

"For what?" I asked. "You didn't do anything, I'm just being a brat, like I always am, I'm always a fuck up, I'll just go." I stuttered.

"Wait!" I ignored him and ran, as far as I could, until…

"Oof!" I fell backward. "Watch where you're going stupid bastard!" I yelled looking up.

"Hi sweetie, what are you doing all the way out here? Spain's must be worried sick!" It was Belgium, she looked worried, and next to her was her scary ass brother, Netherlands. But I was too upset to care.

"Hey Dutch-bastard." I said toughly.

"Hm?" He grunted.

"I'm a girl! You know that don't you?! Well?!" I yelled.

He looked shock for a split second then turned to his sister, who looked equally shocked.

"Lovino! You're not supposed to tell people that!" Belgium gasped

"Heh? Why not the fuck not?! And who told you?!" I yelled.

"Hungary. Sweetie, is this because of Antonio?" She asked, bending down to my level, while I wiped my eyes and nodded, any dumbass could figure that out, no I'm crying because of England, I haven't even met that bastard but everyone talks about him.

"Honey, didn't you know?" She said tenderly, pushing stray hairs out off my probably tomato shaded face.

"What?!" I snapped impatiently.

"Once Ms. Hungary found out about your inheritance, she introduced you as a boy, because she wanted you to be trained as a man would, so no one would mess with you, and you could defend yourself. Sort of like how she was raised. Think of how much Antonio shields you, now imagine if he knew you were a girl, Sadiq, dead, France, probably castrated." She explained a bit overreacting. Damn that wench Hungary! I'm not like her! I'm not strong! Making decisions for me! Who does she think she is?! I drew in a breath. She was right though. Grazie. I thanked her mentally.

"Tell her 'Grazie' damn it and to take care of my fratello!" I yelled before stomping off again.

"Of course sweetie! Take care now!" She waved.

I ran back to Madrid and stopped at a tomato stand for some fuel, running country to country is tiring as fuck! When all of a sudden I hear:

"LOOOOOVVVVIII!" I watched as Spain frantically searching downtown Madrid yelling my name, still…shirtless.

"Oi! I'm right here! Stop yelling…bastard." I waved, from next to a tomato stand.

"Lovi! Why did you run off? Boss was sooo worried!" He practically cried, crushing my bones in a hug.

"Sorry bastard." I grumbled, which trigged a goofy grin from Boss. My heart skipped a beat, damn it! What about this bastard makes me feel like this? I don't like it!

"I'm sorry, Lovi. If you didn't want to swim, you should have said so!" He cried. Really? I'm not surprised at this point, clueless, as usual, no wonder, he didn't notice.

"I did!" I shrieked.

Okay, that's short, the plot thickens if you guys like, this is more like a preview into the rest of it. So if you guys review I will update immediately tomorrow:)