There will be mpreg and mentions of self harm and mental disorders. It will be part of the Unexpected series. There will be a Fruk installation as well as a GerIta. The spamano will have 2 parts. I promise spamano part 2 is going to be happy and cute as hell to make up for how dark, sad and angsty this part 1 is going to be. This story's already written for the most part, so expect updates probably Sundays and Wednesdays. The fruk is being published on Tumblr, but I'm waiting to publish it here. Anyway, enjoy!

Note: When the Vargas family is talking with each other with no one around, they're speaking Italian.

Lovino sat on the floor studying for his biochemistry exam when he heard loud voices outside of the apartment door and the key in the lock. His roommate Matthew strolled in with a kind smile, followed by his brother, Alfred, and his friend from work, Antonio. Lovino's breath caught. Antonio looked so good in his black pants and button down shirt, sleeves folded up to his elbows. It accented his tanned skin well. Antonio smiled and winked at Lovino who blushed and narrowed his eyes at the man. Antonio's green eyes sparkled in amusement.

"Hey, Lovi, I hope you don't mind I brought guests over." Matthew stopped and gave a sympathetic look when he saw the books strewn around the living room coffee table. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were studying. Do you need us to leave?" Lovino shrugged and stared back at his books. He wasn't going to kick Matthew out of his own apartment.

"It's up to you. I don't mind. They better not act stupid." He eyed the other two men. Matthew laughed.

"Sorry, Lovino, but that's all these two do."

"Hey!" Alfred protested smacking Matt's arm. Matt rubbed it and glared at him.

"Sorry, kiddo," Antonio said licking his lips, with that stupid crooked smile that always made Lovino's heart race.

"I'm not a kid!" Lovino spat, turning red as he glared down at his books. "Can you just shut up and not be a bastard just this once?"

"No can dosville, baby doll." Antonio smirked. Alfred made kissing noises at Antonio who laughed and kissed Alfred's cheek.

"Dude, not cool!"

Lovino rolled his eyes and went back to studying. He knew he should leave the room, but Antonio was talking to Matt and Alfred, and Lovino loved the sound of the Spaniard's voice. It was smooth and cheerful, with laughter hanging on every word. His slight Spanish accent caused his words to be almost musical. The man often used Spanish words that reminded Lovino of his native tongue of Italian from the similarities. It also gave the Spaniard a certain appeal.

Lovino caught his wandering mind and forced a scowl. God, his voice was annoying! He always sounded so cheerful. What was up with that? How could be that happy all the time? His accent was so stupid and annoying. And he threw Spanish around. Who does that? No, Antonio was so infuriating.

"Will you shut up?" Lovino glared. Antonio winked at him, eliciting another flush of the Italian's face. Lovino let out a shuddering breath.

"Please make me, mi amor," Antonio smiled crookedly at him, his eyes filled with passion and amusement. Lovino once again couldn't breathe.

"I know what that means. Shut the fuck up!" Lovino glared.

"Just one little kiss?" Antonio wiggled his eyebrows. Lovino stared at the man's lips. He wanted to press his against them so badly, but he couldn't. That was wrong. Why did he feel this way about Antonio? Guys didn't like other guys. It was wrong, unnatural.

"Shut up." Lovino managed to choke out.

"Antonio, he has a big test tomorrow. Let's go out instead," Matthew suggested.

"Ah come on, Mattie, I was just playing with him," Matthew sighed and gave in. Lovino glared at his books. Of course Matthew backed down.

Lovino gathered his things and announced he'd be in his room and they better keep quiet. He sat at his desk and sighed. He could barely hear anything now. He opened his books and went back to studying. He had to do well on this test. It was vital to get all A's to get into medical school. After reviewing nine of the ten chapters he was being tested on when he just couldn't take the noise outside his room steadily getting louder. He couldn't deal with this. Not right now. He stood up angrily and stormed to the living room where the three men were sitting. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Antonio stood up and cut him off slyly.

"Lovino, do you want to get a drink?" Antonio smiled up at him from the couch. He opened and closed his mouth several times. Antonio was asking him out! Lovino couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. He felt his face grow hot and mentally cursed himself for being so transparent sometimes. Alfred laughed.

"Oh my god, can you two please just get together already? It's starting to piss me off to be around all this sexual tension!"

Lovino glared at them. They were all so stupid. This had been going on for the past six months and quite frankly, Lovino was getting tired of it. He was not supposed to like boys. Besides if he wanted to be a doctor in six years, he needed to stay focused on school. He could not allow a distraction such as a relationship. He was already feeling stressed by talking to his brother daily. Lovino gave a final glare before going to the kitchen to make food. He needed to calm down before he got any more studying done. He made a cup of coffee before wondering what to have for dinner. He decided to make chicken parmesan and hummed to himself while he cooked. Cooking had always relaxed him.

"You're doing that wrong, Lovinito." Antonio's hot breath against his ear caused the younger man to shiver. He was froze. Antonio's hand wrapped around his hand holding the spoon that Lovino was cooking the sauce in. Antonio led the Lovino's hand in quick, small circles before reaching over with his other hand and dipping it into the sauce. He sucked on his fingers dramatically making a show before Lovino, who was holding his breath. "Muy delicioso, cariño." Antonio slid a hand up the boy's shirt and suddenly Lovino snapped out of it.

"What do you mean I am doing it wrong, you asshole? I am fucking Italian! It's in my damn blood to be able fucking cook! This is a family recipe, I'll have you know! And I…" Antonio pulled the boy to him by the hips. Lovino dropped the spoon, his face burning.

"You what?" He asked softly, winking. Lovino pushed him away.

"Get the fuck off me! You think because you work in a fancy restaurant you know how to cook? Fuck that! You are shitty cook and it's disgusting that you pass of that supposed food as tasteful!" the Italian snapped. Lovino couldn't be around him anymore. He backed up a few steps, still glaring for emphasis.

"Fucking bastard," he muttered before storming to his room. Lovino slammed the door and leaned against it gasping for breath and sliding down. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a shuddering breath. Why did he feel sparks anywhere that that man had touched? Why could be not breathe around him? It was beyond confusing. Lovino shook his head. No. He had a test for tomorrow. He couldn't do this now. He rose to his feet and walked back to his desk rubbing his face before getting back to studying.

He jumped at a knock on his door tore his mind away from the material. He sighed and walked over and ripped the door open. "What the hell…" He froze once more. Antonio smiled at him.

"Hola. You forgot your coffee on the counter. It was getting cold. Also you didn't finish your dinner, so I took the liberty of finishing it and brought it to you." Lovino just stared at him trying to control his breathing. Antonio giggled. "You're so cute, Lovino."

Lovino glared at him. "Fuck you. I'm not fucking cute, dammit. I'm twenty years old. Give me that." He took the coffee and food from the man angrily. "It will probably taste like shit since you made it, but I'm fucking starving so I'll risk my taste buds." He slammed the door with his foot and walked over the desk a small smile danced on his lips.

Antonio had brought him food and coffee! Antonio had thought enough of him to make sure he was eating! He shook the thoughts from his head. No, Antonio did it because he wanted to laugh at him. He was so obvious that everyone knew it. A tear slipped down Lovino's cheek. He was hungry, tired, humiliated, stressed and desperately wanted those lips against his and those arms holding him close.

He sighed and took a bite of his food. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back having to physically restrain himself from moaning at how good it was. He had never had chicken parmesan that was this good before. He ate it slowly savoring every bite and thinking about how he would not mind having Antonio's cooking for the rest of his life. His phone buzzed on the desk. He smiled seeing that it was his little brother.

"Pronto."

"Ciao, fratello!"

"Ciao." Lovino leaned back, eyes closed. "How are you feeling?"

"Still not good." His brother's voice sounded so tired and exhausted.

Lovino chewed his lip. Feliciano had been sick for the past month and a half with what their father thought was just a flu or cold, possibly mono. He couldn't afford to take the boy to the doctor, but recently things seemed to be worse causing Roma to take his youngest to get check out. It worried Lovino. "I'm just so tired, Lovi. I slept all weekend and only woke up for food and using the bathroom and I feel so exhausted. My body just hurts and I want it to stop." Lovino sat forward recognizing that his brother was starting to cry. "Lovi?"

"Si?"

"Lovi, how long are you supposed to have bruises?"

"I…I'm not sure. Not long. Why?"

"I knocked into chair because I was really tired and just felt kind of weak and that was like a month ago and I still have this really big bruise and it hurts a lot. I actually am getting a lot of bruises and I don't know why. I'm really scared, Lovino. This isn't normal sick. I've never been this sick." Lovino felt nervous. He stood up and started pacing.

"Feli?"

"Huh?"

"Let me talk to Papa."

"But Lovino, I want to talk to you." Feli whined. Lovino hugged himself with his free arm.

"I'll talk to you in a minute. It will be really fast. I promise," Lovino said softly.

"Promise?" Feli's voice was shaky, almost desperate.

"I just fucking said I promise," Lovino sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Don't be mean, Lovi!" the boy whimpered.

"I'm not…okay. I'm sorry."

"It's okay!" The sound of his brother's cheerful voice muddled by the exhaustion gave him a bit of reassurance. Whatever this was, Feli had a great attitude and that was half the battle, wasn't it?

"Ciao!"

"Ciao, Papa." Lovino bit at a callous on this thumb. "Papa…how'd the appointment go?" He knew better than to ask his brother. Feli, sixteen, didn't really pay attention to what was said in any medical setting. He was scared of doctors and dentists, so he often let his mind wander. Lovino waited as he assumed his father was going outside of ear shot of Feli.

"They…It doesn't look good, Lovino," Roma sounded tired. "Oh god, if anything happened to either one of you…" the man's voice broke.

"Papa, it's okay. What did they say?" Lovino had been shadowing doctors during his first two years of college, so he felt somewhat familiar when it came to this kind of thing.

"They took some blood…a lot of blood. He needs more tests. They want to do a bone biopsy in the morning. They'll have the results soon. They're not saying what they think it is. God, Lovino, what do you think?"

Ever since Lovino started college, his father and Feli both used him as their own personal doctor which both flattered and annoyed the boy as he didn't know and he wasn't a doctor.

"Just be patient. I'm sure they'll come to a conclusion and he'll be fine," Lovino tried to reassure his father. "Please just keep me updated."

"I will. Lovino, I don't know what to do. He's been unable to go to school and I don't know…" Roma took a shuddering breath. "Lovi…I am so proud of you, do you hear me? You make me so proud. You got that full ride and you're in your third year of undergrad. You'll be a doctor in no time." Lovino smiled and looked at the ground. "I can't wait until that day when I can see you up there in your white coat after everything. You can make things like this make sense."

"Papa…"

"No, don't say anything. I love you so much, Lovino. You have no idea how much I love you. I am so blessed to have you and Feliciano."

Lovino was unnerved by his father's sudden outburst of feelings. He never spoke like this. He must be worried. Lovino felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"I love you too," Lovino whispered.

Roma gave the phone back to Feli without warning. Lovino talked to his little brother for the next hour. The two were truly the other's best friend. Lovino going to school so far away made things difficult, but the boys managed to stay in contact. Lovino laughed and smiled throughout the conversation as Feliciano told him about all the funny things he had seen on TV that day since had to stay home from school. He talked to him about not being able to pay attention in class because he was so tired and almost passing out in gym. Lovino listened offering advice and comments when needed, but Feliciano was able to take up the majority of the conversation. It seemed too soon when Feliciano was too tired to talk and they bid each other good night. Lovino lay on his bed holding his phone against his chest. Feli had to be okay.

"Lovino, you have to come with us!" Alfred insisted as he burst into Lovino's room.

"What the fuck?" Lovino sat up and listened to Alfred tell him a crazy idea about going to clubs to see who could get the most phone numbers. Lovino rolled his eyes and noticed Antonio leaning in the doorway in a carefree manner as he smirked at Lovino and winked at him. Lovino focused his eyes on Alfred.

"That sounds like a stupid idea. Beside, idiota, I have an exam tomorrow."

"You're not studying, dude." Lovino glared at him.

"How are you and Matt even in grad school? You never study! You just run around with your perverted old coworker."

"Just one minute, I am not old!" Antonio stood up. "I am twenty-six."

"Whatever," Lovino muttered looked away.

"I bet you only want one phone number anyway, don't you?" Lovino skin burned. "Here."

He glanced over to see Antonio now inches from his face with that stupid smile and annoying eyes. Lovino couldn't help but breathe the man in. Antonio smelled good, like some sort of cologne. Antonio was holding a card to the boy between if two forefingers. "For you, mi amor."

Lovino pulled himself together taking the card and ripping it apart before throwing it in Antonio's face.

"Leave me alone, both of you. I'm going to shower and go to sleep."

He pushed past both of them and left the room to shower before curling up in bed. The last thing to enter his thoughts was Antonio's smiling face. "Bastard," he muttered before escaping into his dreams.

Well there you have it. I hope you liked it. Please leave a review whether you did or not to let me know know what to revise since most of it is written.