A/N:

Apologies for them being quite OOC (especially Spain.) Can't really have him be too nice, considering he's a rebel.

Also, Spain is supposed to be really tall in this AU. Like, really tall.

This is our very first collaboration fic(made by Roxi2Star and friends), so please do leave us a review and tell us if you enjoyed!

EDIT: We've fixed this chapter and it's better and more smooth!

BAD BOYS WEAR PINK

SUMMARY:

Lovino, a nerd with some shady family history meets a tall badass covered in Leather who is mostly referred to as 'Freaky Fernandez', has a bad history of crime and is so hot, Lovino's panties just went out the window.

WARNINGS:

Contains teenagers in adult situations, mentions of drugs and violence.

DISCLAIMER:

We do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia. This is merely a work of fiction.

Lovino is not a nerd. Nope. No way. Never gonna be true. Okay, so maybe he is. And maaaaybe he totally dresses like one, with big, red, wide-framed glasses, a bowtie, and even suspenders. Buuuuut! At his core...he's still a giant nerd, I mean seriously, he writes Star Wars fanfiction in his free time. God damn, this kid is never going to get laid. All he wants is a bit of damn respect and a nice ass. For god's sake, it was like a girl's! Guys don't have soft butts. They have firm butts! So, there he was, on the third day of school, doing something he had never dreamed of. He was skipping class.

Lovino walked towards the bleachers, clutching his books to his chest. He watched as a member of the football team made out with a cheerleader, the football player's hand reaching down to undo the button on her pants. Lovino quickly averted his eyes, settling on watching three potheads pass around a bong instead. That was however until he noticed him.

As Lovino, he couldn't help but shrink in on himself, the guy was so freaking tall. It almost made him feel like a little kid. Seriously though, did he take growth hormones? He was wearing a leather jacket, a black muscle tee, black jeans with holes in the knees, and worn shoes that had most definitely seen a lot in their lifetime. His hair was long and brown, thrown in a lazy pony while the front was haphazardly cut, almost like it had been cut without a single fuck given, mixed in with his brown, wavy, hair was a streak of hot pink. You could tell he was probably going for more of a 'bad boy' look, but, to Lovino, it looked more like a 'trying too hard to rebel' look.

The guy took out a pack of cigarettes and proceeded to take one out and light it. He raised the lit cigarette to his lips and took a drag. Lovino's gaze followed the boy's movements and landed on his lips. Gosh, he really had pretty lips, Lovino thought to himself. Lovino found himself wondering if he should tell the other his thoughts. I mean, it's not like anything bad could happen to him if he did, besides, he wasn't getting any younger (17 might not be old, but Lovino was tired of being referred to as the 'Virgin Mary.').

"Oh umm, hi," Lovino squeaked out, only to be ignored by the other. The fuck? "Excuse me, I said hi," he said, a bit louder, still trying to grab the others attention. When he still got no answer he started to get angry,"Oh, hell no. You fucking bastard, you don't just ignore me, that's rude as shit! Don't you know any fucking manners? Or were you raised in a barn!" The other turned around grabbing the Italian's flailing arms with one hand and reached up with his other, taking a pair of earbuds out of his ears.

"What?" The Spaniard asked Lovino in what Lovino could guess was an annoyed tone. Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. Mission abort, Lovino. Run the hell away. Oooor, just man up and grow a pair. Now that you know he wasn't ignoring you. You can't stop here! Right? Yeah! So now all you have to do is… Tell him what you think.

"You pretty," he said quickly, his words jumbling into each other. S-shit! Did he really just say that? His face turned a bright red as he stuttered out, "I-I… I mean… Shit…" 'You pretty'.The fuck, Lovino?

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Did he really just...? In front of the pretty guy? Lovino quickly turned on his heel and retreated a few feet, stopping when he came to the base of a tree and sitting down.

Lovino heard footsteps coming his way but paid no attention to them hoping they would veer off a different direction.

"Okay, first of all. What the fuck was that?" A voice asked from above Lovino. Jumping slightly Lovino looked up and squeaking and getting up. As soon as he was standing the other grabbed his arm,"Hey, hey. Don't go running again. I'm not an athlete, so I had to work to find you and I don't plan on losing you just yet. You really piqued my curiosity back there, so spill. 'You pretty'? What's that supposed to mean?... What are you a fuckin' caveman or some shit?" He asked, giving a slight laugh.

Lovino's face was turning redder and redder with every word the other was saying, "S-shut up! Like you're one to talk, Mr. Pretty-In-Pink!"

"Whoa there,calm down, Doctor Who," he said, putting his hands up before dropping them to take out a pack of cigarettes, "want one?"

"Do I look like I smoke?" Lovino asked, frowning.

"No, not really. Just thought I should offer you one. Anyway, what's a person like you doing skipping class? " he asked. "You look like a good kid."

"Hmph, I was just bored of the same ol' same ol'. Tired of people thinking I'm a goody-goody. My name is Lovino Vargas, by the way. You?"

"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. I'm here because Kneppermen — my math teacher — gives me a headache. And I decided I didn't want to go with that," he explained, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it, taking a long drag. "Who are you trying to prove wrong anyway? It's not like there is anyone here to see what you're doing. "

"None of your fucking business," he said, glaring "And I'm trying to prove it to myself." he grumbled after a moment. "I'm not a nerd, okay."

"You know what'll prove you're not a nerd?" he asked. "Skipping class just to go with Freaky Fernandez to get some ice cream," Antonio said, pulling him up.

"Wh-what?!" Lovino asked.

"Ice cream. You like ice cream right? You're not lactose intolerant or anything are you?" he asked, dropping the cigarette butt, and stepping on it.

"No." Lovino replied, looking down at his feet.

"Good. Then get your cute butt moving, Doctor Who. My car's over there."

…†…

Lovino couldn't believe this. He was laying on the hood of a 1986 Mustang, eating an icecream sundae with a man who called himself 'Freaky' Fernandez.

Antonio was at the end of the car, searching for something in the trunk. When he pulled it out, Lovino could see it was a cooler stocked full of beer."Cold beer in vanila ice cream is the shit. Want some?" he asked, holding out the bottle. Lovino shrugged; figuring why not, and took the bottle from Antonio pouring a bit in his sundae to see how it would taste.

"Ew!" He complained; coughing. "It tastes like... bad bread!" Lovino whined.

"Here. Trade with me. I didn't put any in mine." Lovino gave him a skeptical look, not believing him. "Don't believe me? Say 'Ah'," he said, holding a spoonful of his ice cream to Lovino's face. Hesitantly, Lovino opened his mouth to try the ice cream. Some of it slipped down the corner of his mouth, and Antonio pretended not to notice. Though, it was pretty hot. On that note, Lovino himself was pretty hot. His big, round, and thick-framed glasses that were a little too big on his face, his full, slightly pink pouty lips, and his pale, tiny body with those delectable long legs, and just... God, he wanted to do him on the hood of the car, or maybe in the driver's seat, where his ass would hit the horn, and just... fuckin' hell. Antonio inwardly groaned, cursing at himself for having a dick for brains.

"Gimme..." Lovino said taking his bowl, and replacing it with his own. "So, how often do you skip class?" Lovino asked, wiping the side of his mouth of the runny ice cream.

"Enough. Our school never really stops me though. Or anyone really. It's a slap on the wrist for cutting. 'Fernandez, again? Sorry but your parents will be getting a call from the school.' Too bad the school fails to notice I live alone." He answered easily, watching as Lovino cleaned the ice cream off of his face. It was kind of a turn on to see the ice cream smudges on his face. They made him look like he just did a good job of a fellatio.

"You live alone?" Lovino asked, thinking for a moment what it would be like if him himself lived on his own. It'd be great. No dumb brothers to irritate the shit out of him, no uptight dads to remind him of how fucking amazing his brother is, and definitely better than living with annoying relatives.

"Foster care is good until you're eighteen, then it's all up to you. I work weekends and nights to pay rent, but the landlord knows me, and cuts me a break. Three hundred, flat. No utilities," he answered. "When your parents die when you're twelve… no one is interested in adopting a traumatized kid about to hit puberty. So I bounced from foster home to children's home, got smacked around by a few nuns, burned by a couple of drunkards for foster dads, and as soon as I was legal, got out," he said with a shrug. "So yeah. What about you 'Not A Nerd' Vargas? What's your story?"

"Hot younger brother. Dad who prefers him. Bullied as a kid for my accent—"

"Bullshit, your English is great."

"After four years of speech. Anyway, bullied, escaped to books, embraced the nerd look after reading a book on Channel, and then I found out I was gay, or at least decided I was after catching a glimpse of my ex in the boy's locker room in eighth grade. Nice abs for a fourteen year old," Lovino said. "I mean, he ended up being a douche, but you know. Abs."

"I've got abs," Antonio said almost too quickly.

"Thought you said you weren't an athlete."

"My cardio sucks. However, I get abs from the work I do. Theres a lot of bending and heavy lifting involved."

"Heavy lifting?" Lovino asked.

"I'm a mechanic," he said. "I built this baby. Lovino, meet Dova. I'll show you Carla later," he said dreamily, grinning. "She's my bike, by the way. Built her from scratch."

"Big fan of motor vehicles?" Lovino asked.

"Yeah, I love things that are big and hard..." he said before they both laughed. "And yeah, homo," he added with a wink.

"I like big, hard things too. But, I've never gotten too close to one," Lovino said, putting down his ice cream.

"Well, I got something big and hard that I would let you ride. And it's not my car or my bike."

"Oh..?" Lovino asked, moving in a bit closer. "And what would that be..?"

"My dick." Antonio said, right before pulling him into a kiss.

Antonio bit on Lovino's bottom lip harshly, eliciting a gasp from him. It took Lovino a while to remember that this guy he was practically making out with was a total stranger.

"No, we can't-" He pushed him away frantically, wiping his mouth roughly, as if it could wipe away the feeling of Antonio's lips. "I mean, we just met and… and I'm not sure if I'm ready for... well this…" he said moving his arms around referring to the current situation.

"Oh…Right, sorry. Guess I wasn't really thinking about that..." Antonio apologised, slightly disappointed, but understanding. "If you don't want to do it, that's okay with me. We could get to know each other better first, what do you say?"

Lovino gave him a small smirk. Of course he wanted to do it. It was just that he barely even knows the guy he's about to fuck But hey, the goal is to fuck the hot people, right? "Okay. Hey, Antonio, what's your favourite colour?"

Antonio was puzzled by the strange question. "Red? But gold is pretty chill too," he answered after thinking for a moment.

"Gold's not a colour. It's an element. You were referring to golden." Lovino frowned.

"Whatever you say, Vargas." Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Mine's green. There! Now we know each other," he grinned, pulling the Spaniard back into a kiss.

Lovino wrapped his legs around him, trying not to slip off the hood of the car. That would be both embarrassing and a total mood killer. He gasped a bit when Antonio's tongue pushed into his mouth, playing around with his own. Antonio was slowly moving his hands down Lovino's back, sending chills up and down his spine. When he reached the bottom of his shirt, he slid his hands under it, his rough, calloused hands making Lovino shiver.

Lovino pulled away from the kiss for a breather, and caught a glimpse of Antonio's bulge in his pants. "Hard already, huh?" he teased, giving him a devilish grin before pulling him back into a kiss. Lovino palmed the other's hard on before rubbing his hands around Antonio's waist, causing him to give a throaty groan. "Keep doing that, and you won't be able to walk for days. That's a promise."

"Is that so?" Lovino purred, giving a bite to Antonio's earlobe, making sure to suck on his earring. "I'd like to see you try."

Antonio smirked. Fuck. For a virgin, he sure knew how to talk like a slut. He moved his hands even lower, so that they were cupping Lovino's ass, and even through the shorts Lovino was wearing, he could still feel how soft his ass was. Fuck, you could probably find him listed in the Guinness Book of World Records for the World's Softest Ass . When Lovino began kissing his neck, he let out a small moan and brought his hands around to Lovino's front, feeling the hard bulge that was there.

Lovino pulled away from his neck for a second, "Bastard… not here. Not outside, at least. I don't want anyone to see us."

"Get in ," Antonio said, sitting up and opening the door to his car. "We can go back to my place. I've got all the stuff we'll need there, y'know like, condoms and lube, and all those other good things we might need."

"Other...things? Like what?" Lovino asked, getting off the hood of the car as well.

"Fuck. Right. Virgin. We'll talk about it later." Antonio said getting in the driver's seat.

"You mean, like... Toys and shit...?" Lovino asked, his face growing red. Well, that cleared up why they call him 'Freaky Fernandez' Lovino thought.

"Like toys and shit." Antonio confirmed, he turned the key in the ignition and started to pull out of the parking lot. "I'm a bit of a kinky lil' shit, so don't mind that part." He said, and the two sat in silence as Lovino mulled over his choice. Shit, was he really about to do this? Really, though, none of this was really like him. Skipping class, getting in a stranger's car, drinking, and now he was about to go off and bang the sexy guy. What the hell was happening to him? Did he just suddenly wake up as a cool person?

Antonio pulled into the driveway of what Lovino assumed to be his house. "Home sweet , I guess you could call it that, I live in the basement." he said as they got out of the car. Antonio led him around the corner of the house to a small door. Antonio put a key in the lock, but it still wouldn't open. "Damnit..." Antonio kicked the bottom of the door with the toe end of his shoe and it burst open. "Damn thing, it's a bit sticky."

Antonio's place was nice. Maybe a bit run down, and not the cleanest, but it was his own place where no noisy parents would come in and check in on them, and that was a sweet deal in Lovino's opinion. Antonio led him over to a door, and opened it, revealing a room too small for anything more than a full size bed. On which Antonio tossed Lovino onto before crawling on top of him. "Shit... You really are hot, you know that? You got this fuckin' sexy nerd look..." Antonio was now kissing his neck again. "Like I just wanna tie you up with your suspenders and use that bowtie as a gag..." Lovino felt his skin heat up at every word. God that sounded hot. That sounded really hot. Antonio's lewd as fuck words were messing up his head. Lovino eyes were almost too hazy with lust to notice Antonio undressing him. His lace up ankle boots were untied and tossed carelessly out of the room, but his knee-high stockings were left untouched. The grey shorts, which were also deemed unnecessary and annoying, joined the boots in their place on the floor. His shirt was nearly ripped apart, the suspenders placed aside in case of further use. His bow tie? Well, it was just too cool to be torn off and so Antonio left it on his neck. Antonio marveled at how narrow his hips were, occasionally groping at the skin on his thighs. Lovino felt more embarrassed than ever, suddenly conscious of how similar his body was to that of a girl's.

"What a cute little dork." Antonio commented with a grin before pulling his long wavy hair out of his pony tail.

Lovino giggled softly, reaching his hand up to play with the few pink locks of hair mixed in with the brown before pulling it away to help get Antonio's jacket off. "You're wearing far too many clothes, Toni... I'm almost naked and you look as if you're dressed to go out into a storm!" He helped Antonio pull his tee off, tossing the black article of clothing to the side, before he blushed darkly. Antonio hadn't been lying when he said he had abs. Nice, defined abs. He even had tattoos. Lovino let his fingers trail up and down Antonio's chest, tracing the designs of his tattoos all the way to Antonio's back and groaning softly as he felt the grooves in between his shoulder blades "Do me. Like right fucking now." Lovino ordered, his hand reaching down to rub Antonio's hard on. Antonio groaned, before letting out a string of curses.

"I'll be right back. Stay horny." Antonio said; getting up off of Lovino, and going over to the other room. He rummaged through some drawers, cursing every once and awhile before shouting out in success, which was then followed by the sound of what seemed to be a belt and pants hitting the floor. Antonio walked back into the room with lube and condom in hand. And to Lovino's pleasure he appeared to also be lacking a pair of pants. "Mmm, why don't we get those panties off of you" Antonio purred out, tugging at the waistband of Lovino's underwear.

"They're briefs, not panties, pervert!" Lovino exclaimed, kicking them off, and blushing heavily. Fuck. He was naked now. And Antonio wouldn't stop staring at his dick (that fucker even had the gall to smirk at him. What the hell?). Lovino's hand went to cover it, but Antonio stopped him.

"Don't make the big bad bully tie you up, nerd." Antonio said, licking his lips. He leaned down and slowly licked down Lovino's chest, moving his hands as he went. He pressed kisses to Lovino's stomach which caused Lovino to make a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan. Antonio went down even further, pushing Lovino's legs back, and giving his cock a lick.

"Ahhh- shiiit..." Lovino moaned, panting as his hands shot up to grab ahold of Antonio's long locks of hair. "Nnng, more" he gasped as Antonio relaxed his throat and took Lovino in deeper. Lovino silently questioned how he had ever gone seventeen years of his life without this. Antonio hollowed his cheeks and sucked hardly for a moment before releasing Lovino with a loud pop. His tongue began to move further south and stopped he it found Lovino's tight hole. He gave it a gentle prod, causing Lovino's back to arch. "Naaahhhh..." he gripped the bed sheets beneath him as Antonio finally stuck his tongue inside. Bestowing upon Lovino his first rimjob.

"Alright babe, this is where it gets tough." He said grabbing the lube bottle, pouring it on his index finger. "You're gonna need to be relaxed, I mean, I can't stress that enough, you need to relax or this'll hurt much more than I'd like it to." Antonio moved the lube around in his hand allowing it to warm up before pressing the first finger to Lovino's entrance and pressing it in slowly, allowing Lovino to adjust.

"Ahhh!" Lovino tightened up, tears already pricking the corner of his eyes. "Be gentle!"

"This ain't my first rodeo, kid." He said with a smirk as he started to finger him slowly. He was visibly impressed by how the walls were tightening around his finger, sucking them further inside and getting a loud, drawled groan from the boy. Lovino moaned softly. It kind of hurt, but it was more like a pleasurable throb of pain than outright pain.

"Mmm... more." Lovino begged softly. Rocking his hips, trying to intensify the sensation from Antonio's fingers but was quickly put to a stop by Antonio..

"Not yet. It'll hurt. Give me a sec. I got you, babe." He said, before he continued to thrust his finger into Lovino's ass, as gently as possible. Lovino gasped slightly as he felt another finger prod at his entrance.

"You ready? This might hurt a bit." He said before pushing the second finger in. Lovino bit his lip to stop himself from making any noise. Antonio spread the two fingers gently, scissoring them back and forth trying to stretch Lovino as wide as he could. 'Shit, how wide can this guy's pucker could stretch?' Antonio thought, smirking when a moan rippled through the air. He quickly added in another finger.

"Fuuuuuck Toni..." he moaned, panting, as Antonio started to thrust the fingers even deeper into him. This continued for a few minutes until Lovino's cock was dripping in precum. "Fuck me. Do it. Just fucking hurry and fuck me with your goddamn cock, and not your fingers like some pussy," Lovino spat.

Antonio smirked pulling his boxers off allowing his cock to final spring free from it's fabric confinement. Jesus, he's big, Lovino thought. At least, bigger than what Lovino was expecting

Antonio pulled the pre-lubed condom out of it's packaging and slid it on. "Okay, Lov. You need to stay calm and not freak out" He said softly. "I'm not gonna lie this is gonna hurt, but you seriously need to stay calm if you want this to be the least bit enjoyable for either of us." Lovino nodded, spreading his legs as he tried to relax as his Antonio slowly pressed into him.

"Aahh!" He cried out. It just hurt too much, the unfamiliar pain left Lovino feeling uneasy. A tear rolled down his cheek, and only the head was in! He felt his ass starting to get sore, the pain spreading like wildfire from his rear and shooting up his spine as Antonio attempted to sink in deeper. "Nononono… not ready" Lovino whimpered shaking his head. Antonio sighed and cupped his chin.

"Shhhhh... just relax. I got you." He soothed, slowly sinking deeper into Lovino. Lovino whined and he felt like he was going to split open, but then something amazing happened. It felt good. Not even kidding, his insides fluttered as Antonio pulled out half way, only to sink back in.

"Nnnnggh..." Lovino moaned, rolling his hips gently. Antonio leaned down as he started to fuck him harder. Lovino gasped, as his cock dug deeper into him. "Ahhh, yeah..." Antonio groaned, gripping his hips, leaning down to kiss him as he fucked his ass.

"Mmm... so tight." Antonio purred to him.

"Nhhh, Toni..." He panted between kisses. "My glasses are fogging..."

"Ah... good." He said, kissing him harder as he pounded deeply into him. Lovino rolled his hips up to get a better angle, before the cock hit his prostate. He jumped crying out.

"Ahhh!" He panted. "There! Whatever the fuck that was, hit it again!" He groaned as Antonio obeyed and slammed repeatedly into that spot, enjoying the gasps and drawled moans he received until Lovino came with a loud scream, his cum painting their chests. Antonio came, filling up the condom. Lovino plunked to the bed, panting heavily as Antonio disposed of the condom.

He came back and lied on the bed, a smoke and a lighter in hand. Lovino crawled on top of him as he lit up. He took a long drag and sighed happily.

"Fuck. These are the best after sex." He sighed happily.

"Can... can I have a drag?" Lovino asked eyeing it. If it really was that great, he should try it, right?

"Sure, but its a little rough at first." Antonio said placing it between his lips. Hesitantly, Lovino took a long drag, before coughing it up. Antonio laughed, dabbing some ash in the ash tray. "It's something you just gotta get used too."

"Tastes like toothpaste and ass."

"That's cause it's a menthol, a cigarette with mint in it. If it wasn't, it'd just taste like ass. But your's was pretty tasty—"

"What the fuck," he shifted so he could look at him directly in the eye. "How," He chose his words. "Just how many asses have you… tasted, to be able to say that mine was tasty?" Lovino shuddered.

"Enough to know what yours tastes like."

"Oh gods," He buried his face in his palms. "Oh my god, you did not just say that."

"What? I've just been around the block a few times. But out of the asses I've tasted, your's is definitely the nicest." He grinned.

"I-" Lovino buried his face in his chest, not sure what to say. He just had sex. He just handed his virginity to a complete stranger, who's now just told him he's tasted a lot of asses. He felt like crying. He felt used. Until, a warm calloused hand ran down his spine gently, hushing him softly.

"Hey, don't look so torn up. I like you." He said softly to Lovino. "And I'd like to see you again... and if you'd want to... go on stupid dates where we share milkshakes, and make out on your doorstep, and I give you my jacket when you're cold... could we try and do that?"

Lovino blushed heavily, his heart pounding in his chest, his body shaking like a leaf as the only thing could possibly say to that, even though some part of him told him it was a bad idea. His mouth opened, leaning in to share another kiss.

"Yes."

...And that was how they met.

—Chapter1 END