Title: 20 Anni

Alt. Title: 20 Years

Fandom: Hetalia, inspired by the manga "1520" by KAI

Genre: Comedy, Romance, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Main= Spamano; slight AustriaxHungary, GerIta.

Summary:

Lovino didn't expect he'd have to marry someone just so his kingdom could continue to thrive. Then again, he didn't expect he'd run away with his future wife's servant either.

A/N: Changes to Hetalia: Spain, Austria and Germany are all female, and Hungary is male. Feliciano is the OLDER brother here by five years.

Tausira= Austria; Litya= Italy.

As of now: Romano/Lovino represents Zelos Baart, male protagonist of manga "1520", Italy/Feliciano represents Meryvn Baart, Zelos' elder brother, and their grandfather/Rome represents their father, the king.

I don't own Hetalia or the manga "1520" that inspired this story.


Prologue- Di Matrimoni

"Aha!" A triumphant voice exclaimed as a hand holding a plate with a small piece missing appeared from the middle of a large trash bin. The owner of the hand wasn't to be found, but a young servant recognized the voice immediately and rushed over to the trash bin.

"Y-your Highness! You shouldn't be in there!" The servant stuttered, grabbing the plate with one hand as he helped the prince out of the trash with the other one.

"Chigi! I could have gotten out of there myself, dammit!" The prince exclaimed as he dusted off some remaining traces of trash from his clothes. For a prince, he didn't dress like one imagined- he wore a loose red t-shirt and white dirt stained pants that ended above his knees, had no shoes, messy hair with a strange curl separated from the rest… The only way you could tell he was royalty would be the golden circle around his head, half hidden by his dark hair.

As the servant apologized, the prince rolled his eyes, gesturing to the plate the servant now held. "We can still use that, idiot. It's not too badly broken." The prince explained, sighing in annoyance when the servant began to apologize faster for throwing the plate away. "Whatever. Did you need anything?"

"Y- your e-elder brother and your grandfather need you, Your Highness…" The servant stuttered, bowing slightly in front of the young prince, careful not to break the plate he was holding. "He didn't tell me why, however…"

"Those bastards," He sighed, ignoring his servants' pleading not to call his family, the royal family, such names. "I'm coming, I'm coming, dammit. Go do your other chores, or whatever you call them." The prince walked away from the stuttering man.

"T-that boy… I wonder… would he be the better king… or would his brother?" The man sighed, annoyed by the sudden appearance of a group of maids who idolized the younger prince. "Get back to work!"

"Bastard, Stupid," The prince greeted as he entered his grandfather's room, closing the door behind him. His grandfather's room was probably one of the finest in their entire kingdom of Litya, probably even better than the throne room in their palace, but that might just be because his grandfather was always cheerful. That idiot's smile could probably put a shine off of everything.

"Ve~ Fratello, that's not nice!" His brother stated, pouting at the insult as his grandfather simply said, "Language, Lovino."

Prince Lovino rolled his eyes as he stood next to his grandfather's bed, opposite of his elder brother Feliciano. He and his brother looked alike in so many ways, that if it weren't for their age difference of five years, they would be twins, even though his brother's hair and eye colors were lighter than his and the curl was on the opposite side of his head. At the moment, he wore a white shirt, black pants, and his blue royal sash across his chest, his own golden ring forgotten- as usual.

"So? What did you need?" Lovino muttered as he placed a hand on his grandfather's sickly one. It annoyed Lovino that the idiot he would have trouble chasing (and that's saying something, he was a fast runner) when he was little could barely sit up in his own bed now.

Their grandfather inhaled slowly for a few seconds, eyes closed in thought, before he finally looked up at his youngest grandson. "Lovino… you'll be marrying… Princess Rebecca Edelstein of… Tausira… within the year."

It took a moment for the words to compute in Lovino's head, and when they did, the prince let out a nervous laugh. "M-marry? You're joking, right?" His grandfather certainly didn't look like he was joking, and the expression on his brother's face hadn't changed at all, so he couldn't tell by him… He had to be joking! "I'm only fifteen, dammit! Feli's fucking twenty, and he's a better catch anyway- so why the fuck am I getting fucking married?" Lovino exclaimed when neither of them began to laugh.

"Fratello, calm down!" Feliciano begged, reaching across the bed to place a hand on his younger brother's shoulder; their grandfather repeated, "Language, Lovino."

Lovino puffed out his cheeks slightly, crossing his arms, annoyed. "But why me? Why not Feliciano?" He repeated.

"Ve… Princess Rebecca is fifteen, and her father would feel more comfortable if she married someone her own age than someone older, ve…" Feliciano explained, sighing. "I'm sorry, fratello, but… ve, we can't support ourselves for much longer at this rate!"

Lovino stood there in shock as he looked between his grandfather and brother; he silently wished his mother were there. She'd protest at his sudden marriage! She'd back him up, say that Feliciano should marry this princess or find someone else to marry… Even wait a few years! Not now, while he was still considered a kid by many!

"Dammit!" The prince cursed his life as he ran out of the room, yelling at himself not to cry at the sudden loss of his freedom.

He couldn't cry… He promised, even though he was still five years old then, but he promised…

The prince Lovino Vargas never went back on his word.

Even if he desperately wanted to do so sometimes.