Shifting in discomfort, Antonio turned his body away from the blinding rays of sun, not ready to leave the comfort of the suspiciously soft bed. It wasn't until the simple motion of turning over brought a sudden surge of pain did the Spaniard wake up. Groaning, he sluggishly pulled himself into a sitting position. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around at his blurry surroundings. It took about a minute of constant blinking, a yawn, and a back scratch for the brunette to realize he was not at home. Rather, a quite luxurious room.

"Mierda"

Quickly looking down (and regretting it shortly after) he found the king size bed completely empty. His eyes caught the spot next to him, squinting at the extremely wrinkled white stained sheets beneath. Sliding a hand over the vacant spot, he pulled it hastily back once he felt warmth. He nervously bit his bottom lip trying to remember anything. Nada. Even if the Spaniard was quite oblivious (or so said his friends) he would have been an idiot not to know what happened. Pulling the blankets from his surprisingly relaxed body, apart from his headache, he was thrown off by yet another surprise. The room appeared to be the result of a tornado and he was in his birthday suit. Standing up with a stretch, he headed of for a random direction, much going through his throbbing head as he stepped over the broken lamp and discarded clothes (or at least what remained of them). Walking cautiously towards what he presumed was the bathroom, the brunette turned the knob and slowly peaked his head inside, not quite sure what he was expecting to find.

He felt a sigh of relief escape him when no one came into view. Entering the bathroom that was also a mess, he picked up one of the many mini bottles of shampoo from the floor. He stared at it long and hard, noticing the one he had picked up had a face scribbled carelessly over it. Turning to face the large mirror, the mini bottle fell from the now shaking Spaniard's hand. Starring at his reflection with widen eyes, they traveled over his sun kissed skin covered in red purplish marks, ranging from size and shapes.

"Dios mio…"

Never had he had such marks cover his body from head to toe. Sliding his hand over what seemed like a bite mark just around the curve of his neck, he flinched in pain. The skin was broken but it fortunately wasn't bleeding- anymore.

Groaning, he fell against the wall, his hands coming up to cover his face.

"I need aspirin" He murmured. He dwelled in his thoughts, thinking of how he could have possibly ended up here.

'A one night stand?! For fucks sake I'm twenty three already! When was the last time I had a one night stand? Nineteen? Ugh I swear to God if Gilbert or Francis drugged me, there will be hell to pay. Not only that but I have a steady job and-

Antonio stopped mid-sentence, a vivid memory returning.

'Oh, of course I'd remember that' he thought bitterly.

"It all makes sense now." He said with another bitter laugh. Standing up, he carelessly slammed his side against the side of the opened door. Cursing, his hand instinctively flew to the source of pain. He expected a little peeling of the skin or nothing at all. What he hadn't expected was a cloth bandage held up with tape to slide under the pads of his fingers. Freezing, he passed his fingers over again making sure he hadn't been imagining things. When he unmistakably felt it again, he tried to look down at his side. Sure enough, there it was, a bandage covering a good size chunk over his rib cage.

'Did I…injure myself?

He hadn't seen any blood- maybe it was another bite mark, he thought sarcastically to himself. Standing in front of the mirror again, he carefully tried peeling away at the bandage. Flinching at the pain the tape brought from being peeled off, the brunette was finally able to peel away at the top corner.

It wasn't until the redness of his skin appeared did Antonio begin to freak out. It wasn't until the first few cursive letter of black ink appeared did Antonio's breath get jagged, horror and regret starting to sink in. It wasn't until he pulled the bandage completely off and the name of a stranger appeared did Antonio feel like jumping out of the nearest window, plummeting down to his certain death.

"OH MY GOD!" He grew sweaty and stared in disbelieve. He turned to get a better look, the horror returning two folds. His heart beats were erratic and he began feeling queasy, a knot tying up in the pit of his stomach. He held a hand up to his mouth, looking up at the ceiling, he closed his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his nonfunctioning head, he thought if he closed his eyes when he reopened them it would be gone.

Nope.

"Dios mío, qué hice…"

After pacing back and forward through the luxurious room, getting even angrier that he had spent so much on a one night stand, Antonio was no longer a nervous wreck. Rather, a pissed off bull for the lack of a better word. Screw the oblivious cheery persona he was known for, he had the name of a complete stranger on his body. It was permanent for fucks sake! Not only that- oh no, God forbid it was just a simple name- but after further inspection, turns out there was a small key underneath the name. Antonio would have been have been more okay and less a raging mess if it had been just a damn name. He could easily have lied, saying the name meant something deep but no. Because it wasn't just a tattoo with a name and a key underneath, it was tattoo with a name and a key but the statement 'Lovino mi amor' written in cursive.

Antonio pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease his headache that unfortunately got worse. He didn't know what to do—what could he do? For starters, he put on his underwear and pants leaving him shirtless (the stranger having stolen his shirt). He sat back down on the bed, trying desperately to collect his thoughts. He forced himself to think back, wondering how the hell he got the tattoo in the first place. Sure he was probably drunk out of his mind but he was surprised that the thought (and pain) of a tattoo didn't knock the drunk (and stupid) out of him.

The pit of his stomach began coiling up again, drawing Antonio out of his thoughts. He looked around the ransacked room, wondering how two people could have made such a mess. Whoever it was must have known what they were doing, also leaving the brunette looking like the victim of a leech infested lake. He was really starting to regret not remembering the night before…

'nonononono that is definitely not what I should be thinking- I need to get out of here' he searched the room, looking for his cell phone and hoping the stranger apparently named 'Lovino' hadn't stolen that, too. Once he found it under a shirt (noting all the buttons were missing) that didn't belong to him, he searched through his contacts. He swallowed his pride before hesitantly pressing the 'call' button once he found who he was looking for. He walked over to the window, suddenly realizing he was pretty high up, probably on the top floor of the hotel. It had a great view too… wow he could practically hear his wallet crying in the distance.

After a few rings the receiver finally answered "Yo Antonio! What do you need awesome me for?" Antonio cringed; his very loud friend wasn't helping his headache.

"H-hey Gil, listen, before you ask anything-

"Whoa dude, you sound totally wasted, where are you?"

"I was about to get to tha-

"Are you an in ally? Kesesesesese Sounds like you had a great time. Why didn't you invite me huh? Thought we were fr-"

"JUST PASS ME TO FRANCIS FOR FUCKS SAKE- ow" He pinched his nose again, his headache splitting his head open. He heard Gilbert curse about having nerve, dissing an awesome person like himself followed by Francis trying to snatch the phone away from said 'awesome' person. He already knew Francis would be there. Gilbert, Francis, and he has been joined by hip ever since defending each other and 'defeating' the school bully together back in preschool.

After a bit more discussing, Francis finally came through. "Mon ami, how are you doing?" He spoke in his accented voice that made it seem he was trying to seduce someone or something every time he spoke (oh wait…).

"No muy bien. I need you to do me a favor. I need y-

"What do you need me to do?" Francis interrupted and Antonio twitched.

"I was getting to that" he said through gritted teeth.

"well spit it out then"

"Kay… Look no questions asked till you get here, I need you guys to pick me up"

"Oh? What happened, mon ami? Where are you?" Antonio ignored Francis' previous question and suddenly froze before answering.

'Where the hell am I?'

"Uh, hold up" He looked through the window trying to see if he could find any familiar street signs or buildings in general. Scanning the premises, he literally felt the heat fly north to his face once discovering the window smudged and streaked over with what he presumed was dried cum.

"I-I'll call back once I know k' adiós" He hung up before the other even had a chance to protest. Biting his knuckle, it took everything the Spaniard had to not break the fancy looking lamp to his right.

"Of course I wouldn't remember this"

"KESESESESESE OH MY FUCKING GOD IT THAT A TATTOO?! KESESESE wow, you really screwed up"

"I don't know what to tell you, mon ami" Francis looked speechless as he inspected the tattoo up close.

Antonio groaned, pressing his hands into his hands for the tenth time that day. "I know"

After telling his one hour late friends what he knew, they suggested pretty useless things (like always). "Are you going to remove it?" Francis asked. Antonio nodded a no, surprising his friends. Gilbert nodded in agreement shortly after "Yeah I hear it hurts much more to remove a tattoo that it does to get it and super expensive- did it hurt?"

'How should I know? I was drunk out of my mind remember' Antonio decide to shrug. After a short silence, Francis spoke up. "Oh, it's a couple tattoo!"

"Huh?" was all he could muster out.

"Yeah, look, you have the key which means the other guy must have the lock"

Antonio still couldn't fathom the thought, completely baffled.

"Huh?"

"It means the other guy is in as deep shit as you are" Gilbert kindly translated.

Antonio looked taken back before he took a deep breath, mentally conforming his earlier thoughts.

Since his friends had been an hour late, Antonio was left to dwell in his own thoughts. And after much thinking, he knew what he had to do.

"What are you going to do?" Francis asked again referring to the tattoo. Antonio looked down at his tattoo, tracing the cursive 'Lovino' with his finger.

"...I'm going to find him"

Complete silence and bewildered faces from his friends.

"Um, what?"

"You heard me. I'm going to find him"

Gilbert looked at him as if he had three heads "And why on earth would you do that? Come on dude, when you woke up he was gone, that usually means they want out. He was a one night stand; do you know what that means?"

"Don't listen to him mon ami! He left because he was probably confused!" Francis shouted. They both turned to look at the blond, equally surprised by his outburst.

"What? Is this not the most romantic thing you have ever heard? Don't kill this for me, Gilbert"

Antonio genuinely laughed for the first time since waking up. The brunette was already convinced and nothing and no one could change it. He was set on finding this 'Lovino' guy. Even if this guy was a one night stand, something in the pit of his stomach told him it was more. Never in his right or drunken mind would he get a tattoo for anyone. There had to be something else- he was sure of it. Not only that but if Francis was right, this Lovino guy had his name and his body permanently. He just had to know who this guy was. And he was determined to find out.

"So how exactly are you going to do this?" Gilbert yawned, already bored.

Antonio parted his lips several times but was unable to come up with an answer.

"I- I don't know"

Yay first chapter up~ Ah, sorry if the characters where a bit ooc. Please tell me what you think, I'm not used to writing about anime so i'm a bit worried (◎_◎;)