"Beep!Beep!BEEP!BEEP!BEEEEP!" Was the sound my alarm clock made at 5 in the morning. 5 in the morning. No one should have to get up at that unholy hour in the morning. If it was up to me, I'd break the damn thing into pieces and sleep until 1 in the afternoon. But I couldn't, no matter how much the damn thing deserved it... but there were times.

Anyway, you're probably wondering who the Hell I am? Well? Aren't you dammit?! Why would I be doing this if you weren't? Nevermind that. My name is Lovino Vargas. Under ANY circumstance, NEVER, EVER, call me Lovi. I hate that. Its annoying. So don't. Or I will kill you. Okay maybe not go that far, but someone WILL get hurt.

As I said, my name is Lovino Vargas, I am a 16 year old Italian male, living with my Nonno and idiotic but well loved little brother Feli in annoying but fairly comfertable conditions, going to a local highschool...until today. I have been accepted, along with my brother, to go to a prestigious school, of which I will have to stay for 3 years. 3 years of my life at a school, living there, with a bunch of rich snobs and Feli around every corner. And the school's name, you ask? It was the most ridiculous name anyone could ever come up with ever. Hetalia Academy. What the Hell is Hetalia? Who cares. I don't. I don't even want to go to the damn school, but Feli's too stupid and naive to go alone, and I don't want him to go alone anyway. He may be an idiot brother, by he's my idiot brother, and I have to watch out for him.

Hold on, I lost track. Where was I? Oh yeah, it was 5 a.m. and I had to drag myself out of bed, take a shower, get dressed brush my teeth, all that shit, until it was 6:30. Then I woke up Feli by kicking him out of the bed, and yelled at him to get ready, which he did, in 2 hours. By the time he was done, I had already finished making breakfast: omlets with chopped tomatoes and cheese, and some cut up onions...in the omlet of course. I set Feli's plate down, when he burst into the kitchen, Nonno following him groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Did I have to get up at 8:30? I'm tiiiiiired~ Can't I go back to bed?" Nonno said, yawning as he did so, wearing a white muscle shirt and blue boxers...again. He always got up like this, with either Feli or me having to wake him up...mostly Feli.

"Shut up! You have to take us to that damn school today. Then you can sleep all week- no, all year, and I wouldn't give a fuck. Now sit down and eat your omlet Nonno." I spat, putting his plate down as well.

"Really? Well then, I better hurry up and take you then!" He said happily, as he sat down and began shoving the omlet down his throat. Feli was eating his quickly too; he was somehow EXCITED to go. Feli, the one afraid of the dark and of very scary looking people. But, he was well liked, and definately made friends easier than I did. EVERYONE loved Feli. No one could resist that cute charm, that smile, his talents...Erhem, as I was saying. They had finally finished breakfast as I was putting my plate in the sink, Feli bouncing up and down excitedly as he ran to his room to pack. I WALKED to my room and began packing all the essentials: toothbrush, clothes, toothpaste, comb, brush, phone, phone charger, laptop, school supplies, and 4 pairs of shoes. I also packed paper, pencils, ink pens, and envelopes, which I find are the most important. I looked around and thought, 'what the heck.' As I grabbed my pencil and began to write:

Dear Spagna(I still don't know your real name),

How are you? I'm okay, I guess, except I have to go to this new school. Ill be away from home for almost the entire year, for 3 years, and will only be able to come back on holidays... not like I'd want to stay at the school anyway. I miss you. Even if its been 9 years since I've seen you, I still miss you. I really want to see you, but unfortunately, I can't, because I never learned your real name...and I didn't tell you mine. Well, that and the fact I have no idea where you went. So I continue to write my letters to you, Spagna, in hopes that one day you'll find them and read them, and see my feelings for you... hopefully when I'm more mature... But, I hope to see you again soon Spagna.

Love,

Tomate

I sighed at the ridiculous nickname. Why he continuously called me that, I don't know.

"Lovi!~ Its time to go!~" I quickly put the letter into an envelope and stuck it into the box where I kept all my letters to Him. I grabbed my bag, ran out the door, and jumped into the car.

"Ready?" Nonno said, looking at us both in the back seat like we were small children to be worried over.

"Si." Feli and I said in harmony as Nonno started the car and began driving to the place where I would be living for three years.

I watched as Nonno drove away, the tires screeching and leaving skid marks as he went. He always was a crazy driver, I'm suprised his crazy-ass never got a ticket. I turned to Feli, but he was already off, talking to some tall blondle guy. It looked like he was scaring Feli. No one messes with my fratello! I was about to go over there when something happened to interrupt.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"What do you-" I never got to finish, because I was attacked my very large boxes. Very large and HEAVY boxes.

"Ay, are you okay amigo?~" The idiot who threw the boxes onto me said.

"Does it look like I'm okay bastard! I can't get up! Get these damn boxes off me so I can kick your ass!" I shrieked, squirming and kicking underneath the weight.

"Ah, Si! Of course!" What was this guy? Dense? Stupid? Naive? Probably all three. And what was that crawling sensation on my back? Now its on my chest. WHAT THE HELL IS IT?!

"There you go amigo." The idiot with the cheery voice said, lifting off the last box.

"Well finally! Now I can-" I didn't get to finish that sentence either, because right in front of my face, was a weird, green, scaly thing with a shell and jet black eyes.

Hello~ My name is HetaFan~ This is my first story on fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it. If not well...anyway, Enjoy the glory of Spamano! More chapters will be posted as soon as I possibly can or feel like it~