Hello ^^ This is my first Yaoi type story, and also my first dark story. The next couple of chapters will be better than this. I promise~ I will try my hardest to try and pull it off~ Its not really accurate age-wise either. But regardless enjoy~

Chapter 1

Lovino was seated casually in a dark blue armchair waiting for his friend, Antonio, to return home from his voyage overseas. This hadn't been the Spaniard's first voyage and most likely not his last, his boss was increasingly interested in this "new world" that had been discovered. For years now he'd go back and forth between Spain and the new world. Lovino would never admit it, but he missed the conquistador- it was so lonely always waiting for him to return.

The candles that lit up the enormous waiting room flickered. Lovino was bored, Antonio's arrivals were usually very late although enthusiastic, being the idiot he was. He would come through the door looking as though he'd never left and greet the Italian with what seemed like the most chipper smile in the world. He was the only person who was always happy to see Lovino, no matter the circumstances. That was something the boy would also never admit. He liked it when Spain greeted him with that never-ending smile, even if it was stupid.

It was way too dull waiting inside Spain's house. Lovino moved location to the outdoors, it felt nice to breathe the fresh air. Plus, this way he could watch for the brunette's return. As he set foot outside he sighed contently. He was already enjoying the sunlight beaming down comfortingly on his skin. Today was a good day for the Spaniard to return.

Hours had passed and Lovino had fallen asleep on the porch in the warm sunlight. He only awoke when he sensed the presence of another country, low and behold he saw Antonio, walking down the dirt way up to his home. He was carrying multiple bags, so it looked like he was dawdling.

Lovino raced to his feet to greet the Spanish man who he had missed so. He tried not to look too excited though, it wasn't like he was going to go all crazy over the bastard. He did leave him all alone for about a year and a half. The Spaniard couldn't fully expect Lovino to greet him with hugs and kisses, as much as he'd always longed for that. Lovino wasn't the type to be so sugary sweet on him.

Antonio stopped before the Italian silently. This surprised Lovino. There was no "There's my little tomato" or a broad yet idiotic smile on his face. Instead they were replaced by an unnerving half smirk (It was too cocky looking to really be a smile). His once bright and dazzling green eyes were intense and dull. The aura of Spain had changed entirely. It was so different than what the Italian had ever seen of him; he had changed in that time he spent in the new world.

"Hello Romano," he said in an obscure tone. It brought shivers down Lovino's spine. Since when did Antonio call him Romano? It had never been often that he had called him that, especially in such a tone. It annoyed him, causing his fists to clench and cheeks to go red.

Antonio looked the boy over with apathy. There was something in his eyes that showed something very sinister and lustful that distracted from the calmness of his face. He raised a hand and held it under Lovino's chin with a firm grip. He appeared to be examining him further.

In a fit of annoyed rage, Lovino smacked Antonio's hand away from his face and instantaneously went to his default pissed off mood and blush on his face had deepened from the contact with the man.

"What the hell, Antonio!" Lovino hissed defensively like a frightened cat.

For a moment Spain gave the boy a disturbingly murderous glare, as if he would take him down and kill him that very instant. He tightened the grip he had around his axe, which somehow Lovino had neglected to notice at first, the boy trying his hardest not to cringe at the feeling he was getting from Antonio. The grip loosened slightly as a brief twitch let itself forth in one of the Spaniard's eyes, before he completely let what Lovino said go. He smiled in a somewhat malicious way as he set his hand on top of the boy's head, and then passed him without any further words, then sauntering into his large, mansion-like house, shutting the door behind him.

Lovino just stood there with a blank expression after Antonio left. He didn't know how to react to any of that. Should he be mad? Upset? Scared? Antonio wasn't the same as before his voyage. There was something desolate and frightening about him now that hadn't been there before, it could be seen deep within the depths of those no longer shining green eyes. In the abysmal of those eyes there was now a fire raging of a passion Lovino could not see or understand.

Furrowing his brow, Lovino marched back into the house to see Antonio setting his bags on the floor. The man didn't seem to pay him any mind and shuffled through the bags, only annoying the Italian further as he puffed out his cheeks and glared at the Spaniard. He loathed the thought of being ignored.

"Antonio!" Lovino finally snapped at him.

Spain's head went up slowly and he glanced back at him with indifference. His hands lay entrenched in a brown bag filled to the rim with metal items, his new smile once again taking vacancy on his face, and making Lovino grimmace. It wasn't even a happy smile, just one of cruel intent. He took his hands out of the bag, clenched.

"What? Did you expect some sort of compensation from my return?" Antonio hummed lightheartedly.

Lovino frowned at the rudeness of the question, he had expected at least a nice siesta with him at his return. He always anticipated it. There wasn't a time Antonio didn't want to have a nice long siesta with the Italian. What had caused this change? He snapped back from his thoughts of siestas to answer the question.

Glaring he said, "N…no! I don't expect anything from you!"

"Tsk. You're such a bad liar," Antonio informed as he opened his fist, letting a gold chain with a golden cross medallion attached to it dangle from his fingertips. Swinging it back and forth like a pendulum in his grasp, his stare had briefly negated from staring intently at the medallion and back to Lovino.

"Don't be so modest. I already knew you'd want something. I brought this treasure back just for you." He got to his feet and walked back up to his ward. He unclasped the chain and set his arms around Lovino's neck, reclasping the hook back together with the other side. He backed off, inspecting the gift he'd just given the lad.

Lovino peered at the gold now around his neck. This was not what he had expected and Antonio never gave him any such gifts. It was horribly gawdy, being so large and made out of gold. He noticed how pleased the other man looked. His happiness wasn't sincere, but he felt no need to question the motives behind it.

Spain didn't seem to care that Lovino didn't answer him. Instead, he got to his feet to grab his bags. He actually seemed happier that he had gotten Lovino to shut up. It was a rare occasion when that happened, it seemed. Grabbing all his bags, Antonio wandered up the stairs to his room. It took Lovino a minute to regain his composure to follow him up there. He felt compelled to still be near the Spaniard even though he was changed.

Once he had wandered to Antonio's room, Lovino halted in the threshold, watching as the older man slowly took out his things and put them away in various places. The Italian cleared his throat to catch his attention, but was ignored. Spain didn't seem in the least interested in him. This new attitude of his was really starting to become a hindrance. Again he cleared his throat, only louder this time, Spain halting his activities and almost glaring back at him in annoyance.

"What do you want now?" He growled! When did he ever growl?

Lovino stood there for a long amount of time, silent and slightly afraid of his supposed friend. He wasn't sure how he would say what he wanted to say, he was either going to yell and make Antonio mad or choke on his words and sound like some love-sick idiot; which he wasn't. His heart did sink though as he watched the man's frown begin to turn into a glare. His voice now seemed frozen from the icy glare of the Spaniard.

He quickly averted his eyes to look at Antonio's bed. That's where they normally took siestas before he had left and become this stranger Lovino only knew by his looks. He almost sighed as he remembered those times. While Spain was gone he had slept in that bed; he was less lonely that way. At the moment, though, he felt lonelier than before.

"What are you looking at the bed for?" Antonio's voice persisted in annoyance.

Lovino glared, but did not turn his attention back to Antonio. Instead he stuttered his reply at the bed.

"S…Siesta…." He murmured almost inaudibly.

Antonio paused. Lovino glanced at him through the corner of his eye. He no longer appeared annoyed, just a tad confused. He watched as the stern look on his face melted down into expressionlessness. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"A siesta you say?" He murmured, considering.

Lovino glared again, embarrassed. He wasn't usually the one who asked for siestas unless he really wanted one. He didn't really want one though at the moment because he was afraid of what Spain might do. It was just so strange seeing him this way, and all he could do to answer Antonio's question was nod.

Another long pause. It was pretty much killing him with the suspense. What was so hard about a decision like that? Why the fuck did he take so lo-

The moment when Lovino had stopped looking at the Spaniard he had been pressed onto the bed with force, pinned to the bed by the vigorous powerful body of the other country. His arms were tightly held above his head, leaving him defenseless. He peered up at the face of his assailant in shock. There was a wide, slightly malicious grin across his face. He was boring down on the Italian with those dull, lustful green eyes with intensity.

"I hadn't planned on taking any siestas today…I still don't really want to. Maybe if I could be convinced otherwise?" He leaned his face down by Lovino's neck as he spoke. His lips against the soft flesh tickled, causing the boy to shudder.

"What the fuck, Spain?" Lovino exclaimed, face turning red. "Get the fuck off me!" He attempted to struggle, but the other was still much too strong to push off.

Spain bit the nape of his neck, causing him to wince. Lovino continued to struggle beneath him, so he bit harder, drawing blood. He cried out a little at the Spaniard's vicious bite, immediately stopping all struggle, as to not hurt himself further. He could feel those Spanish lips curl into another smirk when he had stopped.

Chuckling, Antonio finally stopped biting the poor boy and climbed up onto his bed. Lovino shot up immediately after he let go and glared, holding the side of his neck where the skin had been broken. The older man made sure to take off his boots slowly, the entire time never taking his eyes off the young Italian. He looked so expressionless again, though, and it would have made him cringe if he hadn't decided to momentarily smile the boy's way.

After taking off his boots, the Spaniard lied down in the nice warm bed. He snuggled under the covers, almost looking like a very content child. He scooted over to the left side of the bed, making room for Lovino to join- with that same awful smirk he invited him to his bed.

"Are you going to lie down?" He asked, tauntingly. "You're the one who wanted the siesta with me."

Lovino gulped down the lump in his throat. He hesitated for a moment before gradually climbing back onto the bed. He could feel the soft blankets that he was so familiar with give under him, although really too afraid not to join Antonio for a siesta. He threw his own shoes to the floor before getting under the covers, facing away from him. There was no way he was going to watch that scary bastard while he slept! The changes that had occurred were just too much to handle at that moment. Maybe he was acting different because he was tired. That had to be it. When they woke up he would be the cheery idiot of a man he could freely yell at without being a little afraid of again. That was it. There was no way Antonio would be unintentionally cruel to the boy he'd fought so hard to keep with him. There was just no way.

Lovino dozed off as he was lost in thought. He had convinced himself that Antonio would be fine when they woke up. Siestas were always a great stress reliever. He would have his normal Spaniard back. There was no doubt about it.