Spamano: Spain's Broken Mask and Romano's Epiphany

Authors Notes: This story is a colab with my awesome friend Evelynyamine, she wrote from Spain's perspective and I wrote from Romano's

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Romano's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter one:

I walked down the corridor and turned a corner of the school. And do you know what I fucking see?! I see my fratello and that potato bastard fucking sticking their tongues down each other's throats! So yeah, I got mad. I threw my whole fucking binder at that mother fucking bastard!

Long story short, Ludwig and I started arguing.

"Why are you so infuriating? Why don't you stop being such a dick?" he yelled. I was about to spit back a reply, but Tony came around the corner.

"Hi Lovi!" he said. We had been going out for what seemed like forever. And through all those years; he always showed up at the wrong fucking time!

"Fuck off, tomato bastard! Can't you see that I'm busy?" I said not turning to look at him.

"Why do you call me a bastard?" he said, sounding hurt.

"Because it's true!" I snap. He always asked annoying questions. I was busy and Feliciano was starting to cry. "Why don't you leave?!" I yell finally turning to him.

"You want me to leave?" he said, emerald eyes losing their luster.

"Yes! Please, go!" I yelled back. He turned and walked back down the hallway.

An hour later, I was tired and almost got into a fist fight with Ludwig. I was driving home, and a damn cop pulls me over! I argue with him and eventually cuss him out and take the ticket. Finally back home I decided to call the tomato bastard. I mean someone had to fucking pay for the damned ticket! My cell phone rings a few times before I hear the other end pick up.

"Hi Lovi!" he chirped. I pull the phone away from my ear slightly, annoyed at the loud sound.

"Don't call me that you damn bastard! And I need you to come over…" I say into the tomato red cell phone of mine. Shit, the bastard probably has the wrong idea now!

"Sure thing! Be right over!" he said before the line went dead. I sigh and sit on the couch and play some Pokémon on my old game boy. Before long I hear a nock, so I yell that it's open. He walks in.

"Hi, are you feeling better? You looked really upset earlier." he asked. Damn! The fucking bastard doesn't need to act like he cares so much! I hold the ticket in the air, not looking up from my game. He took it and examined it.

"I need you to pay it." I say flatly.

"Lovino, another ticket? I told you, if you just apologize they let you off the hook."

"Well he was pissing me off!"

"You cursed him out didn't you…?"

"Damn straight!" I look up finally to see his bright green eyes cloud.

"You need to respect others more, Lovi. Cussing out a cop is only going to make the ticket worse. And this was the third time this week that you made Feliciano cry. He is your brother and helps me pay all the tickets; you should be nicer to him." said Antonio, continuing on.

"Okay Tony! I don't need another fucking lecture! I'm not a damn child anymore!" I yelled back. His lectures and talks were getting annoying! I didn't need this. If it wasn't for Feli making everyone like him more… Everyone in the whole damned W Academy likes him better than me. I get pushed around and bullied, so it's his fault I get in so many fights! It's his fault that I have to drive away before my face is fucking punched in. So it's his fault that I speed and get pulled over by a fucking cop! So I don't need Tony's lectures when he should be lecturing Feliciano about being gay and bubbly and happy all the god damned time! I mean, how is that possible? He is either happy, or crying! Never in between!

I burry my head into the couch and sigh. Tony was staring at me; I can always tell when he does.

"Lovi calm down, please? We just need to work on your communication is a-" he started. I sat up glaring at him,

"I don't need to fucking work on anything! I'm not that bitch Feliciano! I don't change just to keep others from bitching and whining! If you're like everyone else and don't like me because of that, then there is the fucking door!" I pointed in the direction of the front entrance. Antonio sighed; he looked away, but I could feel that he was upset. He told me over and over that he loved me more than anyone and anything else. He had been telling me that since I started at the academy two years ago. But part of me couldn't believe him. He stood up hung his head and walked out.

"Fine…" I heard him whisper before closing the door softly.

"Figures!" I mumble. I bet you think that right now I feel bad, well I don't! If he is like everyone else, than who needs him! I want to believe he's different, but we argue like this at least once a month, and every time I say that he leaves. How is that different? I want to believe, but I can't. This was almost a usual now. Hell, he will probably be back tomorrow and act like nothing happened. If not, all I have to do is send a text with some mushy shit that you're not going to hear in it. Then everything will be back to normal… I'm going to go take a nap.

I laid there for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't forget how sad he looked. I don't know what it was, but something looked… off. Oh well, whatever he could sulk all fucking day and night if he wants too. I get up deciding that there is no way I'm going to get any damn sleep. So I go to the kitchen and grab a box of tomatoes, then sit on the couch. I ate about five tomatoes flipping through shit before I found a decent show; Pokémon Diamond and Pearl. It still sucked ass, but it was better than soap operas.

I woke up at around two in the morning. Huh, must have fallen asleep. I flipped through channels again, and decided on Family Guy. I didn't like this show much either, but nothing else was on. I watched TV until the morning.

I went to school, but the bastard wasn't there. It wasn't surprising since the group of them (the BTT as the dumbasses call themselves) always skip on Fridays. I went through damn boring classes as usual. Feli forgave me for throwing my binder at Ludwig; who, I am proud to say, has a giant ass lump on his head. The bastardo disserved it! But other than that not a lot changed.

Usually Antonio texted me at lunch on Fridays, but he was probably still pouting and decided not to fucking annoy me for once. So like every day, I ate my lunch on the school roof. I started to think over the god damned argument again. It's not like I felt bad, so don't get the wrong fucking idea! It was just… something was off, and it was fucking annoying that I didn't know what! He just looked sad, and he was never sad. Even when I said stuff that should hurt his feeling, he was never sad…

I fucking hate how people think I don't love him; especially the perverts that he hangs out with. They always say stuff like 'why do you call him a bastard if you love him?' or 'why are you so cold if you really care?' They're stupid. They wouldn't understand if I fucking wrote them a letter and glued it to their ugly ass faces. I do love him, but trusting my gut or anybody else never fucking works out. So until I have a good reason to trust him, I won't. Why should I? He walks out on every argument, the bastard flirts with girls behind my back, and he doesn't even have the balls to stay in the room when I'm mad. So, why should I bother to trust him even a little? All I know is that I can't, because the one thing I know about the tomato loving bastard is that when things get hard, he runs. He fucking runs away only caring about his own sun-tanned ass! So when things get difficult, he won't have a second thought about leaving me. That is why I can't fucking trust the damned idiota!

But… Maybe I would be okay with cuddling like he wants, or letting my guard down if I knew he wouldn't leave like everyone else. They all fucking left me, and went right over to Feliciano! My mother, my father, my grandpa took us in but he always loved Feli more. I felt like I was going to puke. I decided that I would leave early and take a siesta back home. On the drive back, I see the potato and rose perverts. Of course they see my car, but they had to fucking run alongside it, yelling at the top of their fucking lungs and waving their arms. I flip them off and keep going. The albino manages to keep pace with the car, so I finally stop and roll down my window. Francis catches up and they both stand there panting for a second.

"Ha-have you seee- *inhale* seen Tony?" asks Gilbert.

"Why are you asking me?"

"'e took a rain check last night because 'e was going to your 'ouse. We zought zat maybe you two, ohonhonhon, finally got it on and you skipped wiz 'im. 'e didn't meet us zis morning like 'e does every Friday." Francis explained. I was about to punch him, but then it sunk in. Antonio went home. He wasn't with the perverts. He wasn't answering his phone. Deciding that I should go check on the damned idiot, I told the bastards that they should check his favorite bar and I would check his house. They nodded and went on their way. I hope he didn't do anything stupid.

I finally pulled up to the tomato bastard's house. I knocked on the door, but I didn't hear anything from inside. I got tired of waiting for the pouting bastardo and tried the handle; to my surprise, it opened… I stepped inside and called his name. When I didn't hear a reply on the sixth time I called, I decided to just walk around and look for the damn bastard. I checked all the rooms, and didn't find him. Everything was fairly neat as always. The fridge was stocked, so he shouldn't have gone to the store. The only thing out of place was one missing knife, but it was probably in the wash from cutting tomatoes. I saw his keys on the table too, and did my best to control my rising worry.

"Where the hell are you, you damn tomato loving bastard…" I mutter. After I decided that he wasn't there and took his keys, locking up for him. I stuck a note on the door saying that I wanted to talk, had his keys, and to call me in case he came. Then I drove off to check some of his favorite places. He wasn't at the hill where he likes to watch the sun set. He wasn't at any of the area's stores shopping for tomatoes. He wasn't at the gardening store getting fertilizer for some of his damned tomato plants.

Finally at about 12'o clock I got a text from the potato and French bastards. We all met back at the albino's house.

~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to at gilberts house~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They checked every single fucking bar and strip club in town and he wasn't anywhere. They even checked his favorite restaurants. So currently they were sitting at the table brain storming where he may be. And of all the stupid fucking things, I had the nervous tick of pacing. Fucking pacing! I looked retarded walking on an invisible line back and forth, but I don't care! Now I had to find Tony.

"'ey Lovino, you should sit down. Ze pacing vill make you dizzy." The French pervert said, but I ignored him and kept pacing. Then Gilbert cast me a sideways glance.

"I don't zink he actually cares, let him pace." I stopped abruptly and spun toward the potato loving bastard, my olive eyes glowing with anger.

Shut your fucking mouth, you damn bastardo! I know you think I don't care, but I do! I love him more than both of you combined! So don't fucking write me off like some man-whore!" I stopped, panting and staring at the wide eyed perverts.

"Mon ami, did you ever tell him that?" said the Frenchy.

"What? Of course not!" I responded

"Why?" asked Gilbert.

"Because," I sit down. "I can't trust him not to leave. He says he loves me, but I don't know if it's true." I couldn't believe I was telling them this but I was too tired to care.