Authors note~

Alrighty, this is my first fanfiction, so don't be too harsh when judging it. Yes, I also realize that Nethmano isn't really even a pairing. I got the idea from one of my old roleplay accounts which happened to be a Lovino who was in a relationship with a Netherlands. For the sake of convenience, Bart will be the name for the Netherlands. (Since it was my Nethy's name.)) Anyways... Enjoy I guess!

This isn't the first chapter by the way, it's just a preview to see if I should even consider continuing past what I already have.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me... Unfortunately.


The other end of the line went dead, and I knew that my beautiful Italian once-lover, Lovino was racing the clock to reach me. Sadly, it would be too late when he finally reached me. What I had done was unforgivable; an act of pure jealousy and spite…


"Bastard, I love him! Nothing your sorry Spanish ass can do will ever fucking change that, you hear me? Nothing!" the furious Italian spat, his words dripping with hostility.

"But, Roma! Lovino… My sweet tomate," the nicknames earned the Spaniard a growl, and the look on Lovino's face would have killed Antonio, had they been speaking in person. "I love you! I always have! Holanda started loving you centuries after I did! Please, Lovino? Leave him, come back to my place." There was an honest plead of desperation in the Iberian nation's voice but unfortunately, it would get him nowhere.

"No. You sick fucker, I won't ever love you. Not in that way!" With that, a now raging Lovino slammed the phone onto the receiver. "Idiot Spain… I can't believe he asked me to leave Bart and live with him. Damn bastard…"

That was it. The happy-go-lucky Spaniard was no more. He had been replaced with a monster who lusted for love and revenge.

"Hmm, where's my old axe~?" Antonio asked the air around him. He knew the answer of course; his beloved halberd was sitting in his closet.

Dashing up the stairs, Antonio flung the door open to let his palm grip the cool steel. A tingling sensation shot up his arm from the mere touch and a sinister grin spread across the Spaniard's lips. Tonight, the Netherlands was going to have to find a new representative.