Alice: Hey! Re-posting this story on my new account, sorry for the super-long wait…

Romano: No one cares.

Alice: Missed you too. I don't own Hetalia!

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It was a clear night. You could see the diffracted moon beneath the deepest of the ocean's waters. At least, that was what Lovino could infer from the view of his window. It was then that he decided it was a good night for singing. He picked up his little harp, and threw on his cloak. He then reached down under his bed and grabbed the key he had stolen from the night guard last week. However it wasn't for a door, no, Lovino quietly unlocked his window, and slipped out into the watery night. Yes, if you hadn't guessed it, Lovino is a Mermaid, excuse me, merman. A prince of the kingdom of the people of Atlantis, actually. Not that he cared, the only one the people, more so his father, recognized as prince was Feliciano. But who wouldn't recognize the better son? Feli could paint, trade, speak, charm, everything a kingdom would want in a king. All Lovino could do was sing, maybe dance a little. Why should he care about pleasing people if all they cared about was how much power he had, not to mention the riches. But he wasn't thinking about any of those things right now. Right now he was sitting on a rock a bit close the shoreline, looking up at the pretty moon, strumming the harp, and singing.

Antonio had never been much for parties. Sure, with his friends it was a good time, but stuffed up in a big room with stingy old people while wearing an uncomfortable dress suit wasn't his idea of a party. He had taken to bringing his flute with him on his escapes as of late. His dog had also enjoyed the walks with him, so there they were, walking along the shoreline. The moon was out, and you could see all of the stars. There was a slight fog along the ocean's calm surface.

"Look Oso! No waves tonight, you know, when Nana used to tell me stories she would always tell one about an underwater city. It was mi favorito! She said that when the ocean was calm, it meant that una sirena, a mermaid, was close by."

Oso barked in response.

"Well mi amigo, maybe there's one around here!"

Antonio laughed, and continued to walk, not knowing how true his statement was.

Lovino had just started a new song when he heard something monstrous. He thought back to when he would sneak pictures and objects off of boats as a child. One time he had heard the same sound coming from a beast on four legs. He had read about it somewhere. A dog? Yes, that's it. Lovino looked around. The bark had come from behind the rocks, on the other side of the island. He yearned to get closer and maybe catch a glimpse but he knew it was a bad idea. He went back to slowly plucking his harp, forgetting about the dog, and sang a melody his mother had sung before she passed away. It had always been his favorite.

Antonio was about to turn back, and make his way to a nice bath at home, but he stopped when he heard a faint hint of music. Motioning for Oso to be quiet, he made his way farther up the shore. The music got louder, and Antonio realized someone was singing. It was a slow song; he could hear the harp playing with light touches to the strings. The voice sounded lonely, almost sad. He longed to move closer, to hear more of the beautiful voice. It was almost hypnotizing to him. He approached the rocky shoreline, and turned the corner to the other end of the shore. He saw a faint silhouette against the stars. Antonio was sure this person was the owner of this wonderful voice. But before he could speak to him, Lovino turned around. Terrified of the man, he slipped back into the water, hiding behind the rock he was sitting on.

"No, please! Esperate! Wait!"

Antonio stepped onto the rocks, determined to get a glimpse of this person's face. Unfortunately, since Lovino had stopped singing, the sea had become restless again, and the rocks became slippery. It was inevitable that he would slip. And slip he did. Lovino jumped as he heard a thud behind him. He looked over to see The man lying on one of the rocks, slowly slipping into the ocean. He didn't know why he did it, and he couldn't have told you if you asked, but he did it. Lovino pulled the man off the rocks, and swam him to shore. He almost left him when the dog started to bark again, but he decided he could stay a little longer after it started licking him.

"Stop it! Damn it, that tickles!"

Antonio's face was dirty from the fall, and a bit banged up, but he would be fine with a warm bath or two. Lovino took a cloth from the man's pocket, and wiped his face with sea-water, humming softly to himself. The man looked peaceful, and handsome.

'Handsome? No. No, no, no! Bad Lovino!'

He slipped the cloth back into the man's pocket, and filled a shell with water to wash his face off. Despite the voice inside his head, he wondered what color the mysterious man's eyes were. The dog nudged his little hand, begging to be pet.

"It's okay, your master will be fine big guy."

Oso yipped in response. Lovino jumped when he heard the man groan.

"Shit! I have to go!"

He slipped back into the ocean, with a small goodbye to the dog. Oso ran barking to the shoreline, sniffing around for the nice merman.

"Oso? What happened? How did I get here?"

Oso kept barking at the water. Antonio was puzzled, but what else was new? He sat up, a splitting headache accompanying him. As he did so, a shell fell off his shirt. He picked it up, and held it in his hand. It was a little rough on the outside, but the inside was pink and orange like a sunset.

"Lo hermoso… (It's beautiful)"

Finally noticing that Oso was still checking out the water, he walked over.

"What is it Oso? You see a fish or something? Come one, let's get back home."

Lovino watched from behind his rock as their shapes faded into the darkness of the beach.

'What nice green eyes.. Wait no!'

Lovino swam down until he reached his bedroom.

No one even knew he had left…

"Of course. Even if they did, not like they would care. Bastards, all of them."

So heavy lids met, and Lovino fell into a restless slumber, wondering what that handsome man was doing at the moment. Little did he know, Antonio was doing the same thing.

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Alice: Ahhhhhh good memories. I remember starting this story.

Romano: Can't wait til you end it!

Alice: Anyways, to all my followers that I'm Pming about this, sorry if you don't care for it anymore, but I wanted you to know where it is!