Chapter 1

AN

Disclaimer: No I do not own the magnificence that is Hetalia, there would be much more yaoi if I did.

Pairings: Spamano, Gerita, You can request any others you want to see if you guys don't recommend I will decide.

WARNINGS: I DON'T GIVE THEM! I feel that it takes away from the surprise. You read this at your own risk. If it bothers you that much ask in a PM and I might tell you, but I prefer you waiting and being surprised.

So hi! This is just a Spamano I have been itching to write for a while so I decided to start it along with 2 other stories (though I may through in a third or fourth who knows?) It will be updated Wednesdays and Saturdays or Sundays depending how much time I have when. I also may upload randomly if I have extra time but don't count on it.

Let me know what you think, I apologise in advance for any crappiness or OOC characters.

'Fuck!' I want to scream when my head slams back into lockers at the force of the punch and the handle digs into my spine, that would hurt tomorrow, I could feel blood drip down my face from my nose and I tried to ignore the metallic scent that assaulted my senses. I bite my tongue trying to hold back a flurry of curses and taste more of the vile liquid coming from it, I try to keep myself as calm as I can, my mouth has gotten me into enough trouble for one day. You might be wondering how this all began, well here it is:

I was just leaving my second block class praying to make it to my next without issue, when lo and behold someone bumped into my shoulder causing me to drop all my stuff. You know how sometimes you can just tell someone is a bastard who did it on purpose? Yeah, well that was this guy. So I failed to contain my anger as I ever so often fail to do and muttered under my breath "Maybe you should watch where the fuck you are going jackass." And, once again, with my luck: he heard me.

So then as it so often happens following one of my comments the idiota turns around and stares me in the face asking "what did you just say?" And I, being the fucking imbecile I am, didn't hold my tongue but egged him on instead by saying "What are you blind and deaf too?" And that brought me to my current situation, well sort of. First there was a knee to my stomach and a I was pushed against the lockers. There you go now you're caught up.

So anyway I know you must be extremely concerned and are probably thinking, why didn't someone stop him? Well that is because basically the entire school hates me as much as the guy that was hitting me, so they ignore it and happily let it happen. Honestly I am just happy no one joined in, that has happened before. On more than one occasion… More often than not now that I think about it... And now you're probably thinking what about friends or an administrator or teacher won't they help? The answer to that is no, I have one friend who if I am honest would not be very much help in a fight and about the teachers, you are kidding me right? Yeah no, they hate me as much as the students, like I said not good at watching my mouth, or my attitude, or really listening to the rules particularly well… yeah… You get the picture.

Anyway it really isn't that big of a deal, I have had worse, hell I have had worse this week (and it is only Wednesday), I will survive I always do. Eventually the bell rang that warned us we had one minute to get to class so the bastard let go of me and took off running down the hall to his class. At this point I decide that it would be better just not to go to class. I mean my class this block is gym and I just had the shit beat out of me, I did not fancy the idea of running laps around the track only to have the shit beat out of me some more. So I decided just to do what I always do when avoiding class: go to the nurse and get patched up.

She sighed when she saw me enter her room "Hello Lovino, trouble again?" I just nodded and took my usual spot on one of the beds against the wall. "I suppose you won't tell me what happened this time either?" I smirked: She knew me too well. Well I was here at least twice a week since the start of freshman year so it really shouldn't come as too much of a surprise. Though I assume it is not a particularly good thing to be on a first name basis with the school nurse…

Either way she patched me up and asked if I was just going to skip class and stay in there again, I nodded and she wrote me a note put it on the rest of my school stuff and left the room so I could take a siesta. It was actually shaping up to be a pretty good day if I may say so myself. Yeah that's right, this is a good day… That is probably a bad thing huh… oh well that doesn't change the fact that it is, so you bastards can suck my balls.

Luckily it was a dreamless peaceful sleep and I was not awoken until the lunch bell about fifty-five minutes later, another thing to add to the list of things that made this a good day. I should actually probably start one of those it might help… never mind.

I walked calmly from the nurse's office to the lunchroom with surprisingly little trouble, so that was a good thing at least. I was able to grab what I had brought for lunch from my locker on my way there. After what felt like forever of searching I was finally able to find my best-or well only-friend. You see he blends in really well, or too well you could say. He is often ignored because he is quiet and shy but if you ask me being ignored is better than getting your ass kicked, and he agreed with me. His name is Matthew Williams, it is actually kind of amazing that he is so quiet and neglected concerning his brother is an obnoxious idiot and captain of the (American) football team here at school. You would think anyone around him would get noticed, but no, not Matthew.

I finally found him at a small table at the back of the cafeteria eating his lunch and I walked up and pulled up a chair from the neighboring table. "Ciao Matthew," I said as I sat down laying my brown bag on the table and pulling out a tomato, he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, why weren't you in gym class?" he asked so quietly I had to lean closer and stop chewing just to hear him.

"Oh come on," I rolled my eyes, "You already know the answer so why ask the question?"

He nodded perfectly used to my attitude (and skipping) by now, something that was both good and bad I suppose but after that he let it drop. He didn't really know about the bullies he just knew that I liked to skip gym class (that is why he didn't see the bruises either). We sat in silence, him eating his pancakes (I mean really who brings those things to school?) and I my tomato. That is it was silent and peaceful until the little ball of energy that was my brother came up and assaulted me with a hug.

"Get the fuck off of me Feli," I said pushing him away and he pouted.

"But fratello I love you!" He wrapped his arms around me again tighter this time nearly making me wince as he pressured tender areas, but I held it back.

"Yeah whatever Feli just sit down and eat your damn lunch," I replied and he obeyed completely unfazed by the curses, he should be used to it by now anyway.

Feli sat right beside me and pulled out his pasta before digging into it hungrily, I rolled my eyes at him and he smiled. The damn thing is so infections I almost smiled, almost, I didn't, I never smile. After a few minutes of his eating and nonstop blabbering his annoying blonde potato bastard boyfriend showed up and sat next to him, making him smile even brighter. It made me sick seeing him so happy over a fucking potato bastard, I mean what the hell is wrong with him? Does he have no shame or something? I mean the guy is a German, who the hell wants to hang out with a German? They are stupid wurst loving, potato fucking, bastards there is absolutely no appeal in any of them.

But no matter how I feel or how hard I try Feliciano 'loves' the potato bastard, or so he says I mean we are sophomores in high school damn it. It isn't possible for him to be in love, we don't really even know what the fuck love is, how the fuck are we supposed to feel it? I never said any of this to my brother though, it would only make him cry and worried about me because I 'Don't believe in love'. Though that's true, I really don't, the last thing I need is my brother being all clingy and annoying, like normal. I mean in all honesty I find the idea of love completely stupid and unappealing, not to mention impossible. I mean love doesn't exist it is a made up emotion that is supposed to make you feel closer to another person, and from what I have seen of this so called "love" all it ever does is cause pain and misery, that is opposite to what it is supposed to be right? Not to mention I have never really seen nor experienced love in any form. I mean Feli may say he loves me but I mean come on there is no way that's true with how I'm such a jerk to him, as well as everyone else, and he has no choice but to put up with it. If he had the choice and we weren't brothers I am pretty sure he would have run away screaming and crying by now, the little wimp.

Either way I sit there and wait for the damn lunch period to end ignoring my brother and his mindless chatter, and that potato bastard with the stick up his ass. Matthew sits there just as silently but is paying attention to what my brother is saying (for what reason I have no fucking clue). Finally the bell rings and the torture is over! I quickly say my goodbyes and basically run out of the cafeteria, straight into another person.

I tense waiting for a punch that never comes and when it doesn't I open my eyes, there is an insanely attractive (oh yeah I didn't mention… half the reason I get beaten up: I am gay I know, I know, Feli is gay too and no one touches him 3 reasons for that 1)If they tried I would kill them, 2) he has a giant blonde scary body guard of a boyfriend and 3)Feli is just too cute and nice no one could ever even want to hurt him) student that I have never seen before standing before me clutching his stomach which evidently I had rammed into with my head since I was looking intently down at the floor when I walked.

He recovered after a minute reached his hand out toward me and flinched expecting him to hit me, he didn't seem to notice and instead held it out to help me up. I ignored it and got up on my own, he dropped his hand and instead bent down to help me gather my books. I silently aided him in gathering the mess of papers, afraid to speak and anger this guy (hey he was a lot bigger than me I am allowed to be scared sometimes). But instead of doing anything mean he finished picking up my things and handed them to me. I took them and quietly mumbled a grazie that I am sure he wasn't able to hear and he just looked at me for a minute before asking "Hey aren't you that guy from my biology class, Feliciano was it?"

I looked up at the boy that had a bright smile about to yell at him for confusing me for my brother but before I could even get started the warning bell rang and I ran off to my room at the end of the hall leaving the attractive idiot behind, hopefully never to be seen again.

But as luck would have it, my life hates me. The second I was in my seat in the back staring mindlessly at the board there was a knock on the door and the teacher walked over and answered it before a bright smile grew on her face. "Class we have a student switching in here" she said and the boy stepped into the room. I nearly groaned in frustration at the sight of an all too familiar face.