Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.

Rate: T

Warning: Lovino's cursing, Shounen ai.

Chapter one: Bad omens

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"You damn Spaniard."

Grass green eyes. Straw-golden hair. Bushy eyebrows.

"For having angered me, the Great Britannia Angel, I place this curse upon you…"

Weird robe. Weird wings. Weird halo. Weird eyebrows.

"…when the sun hides under the horizon, and the moon occupies the night sky, you will live the life of a vagabond, wandering around the street without anywhere to return to."

Strong smell of alcohol. Damn, those eyebrows are huge.

"You can only be free from this curse when you find your one true love and have their love back…"

Where does this bright white light come from? Why is he slipping into unconsciousness?

"…taken and…normal…"

"NO!" The Spaniard wakes up, panting heavily. What a scary nightmare he had. Ever since that fateful day, this dream hasn't left him alone even for just a day.

"I can't seem to forget about that, can I?" Antonio runs his hand through his chocolate brown curls, sighing loudly. "No, how can I forget when it left such a great burden on me."

No, he definitely cannot forget that day three years ago. The day he met that weird man with equally weird eyebrows who said he was an angel. He didn't know what he did to anger the self-claimed angel, but he remembers all he did was comfort the man since he looked like he had just been dumped, and he did that out of good will too, he didn't mean to offend him. However, that damn Brit (his accent was a dead give away) had to take that as an act of humiliation and placed a curse on him. As consequences, every night from then on, he had to live wandering in the street, since he was turned into a cat! Fortunately, it just happens when the night come. But unfortunately, just the night is enough to make his life a living hell. He can't go into his own apartment (even though he once purposely left the window open but it just closed on its own when he returned no matter how many times he did it and if he tried not to go out of the room, he would just wake up finding himself outside the street at dusk), he can't sleep while in cat form for fear of someone see him turn from a cat to a man and freaked out and keeping his secret is one hell of a thing to do. That's why Antonio swore to himself if he found out who that damn angel is, he would definitely make him pay. But first, he needs to get himself out of the curse or else he might broke one of these day.

Luckily, he has already found the one he has been looking for. His one true love. Feliciano Vargas, the boy he met the other day at school opening ceremony. To be honest, it was love at first sight. Feliciano is really cute and sweet. He gives Antonio the image of a perfect, flawless being. If there is anything that is fit to describe the boy, he would say that it is a white daisy. Just like the flower, Feliciano is pure, innocent and untainted. He is easily loved and makes other want to protect him because of his delicate, fragile look. To state it simply, he is just like a cute little angel! (No, definitely not the creepy grumpy British angel kind)

'Ah, I can't wait to see him again today'. Thinking that, he jumps out of his bed and walks into the bathroom. Normally, Antonio doesn't have the habit of spending hours fixing himself in front of the mirror when he wakes up because he finds it pretty girly (and something only one of his best friends Francis would do) but today is different, he needs to look perfect when he meets his lover-to-be. So after finish taking a bath, he walks to the mirror, expecting to see a very sleep-deprived version of him (since he only got 3 hours of sleeping yesterday) but what he sees there at that moment really catches him by surprise. What he finds staring right back at him isn't his own reflection but the image of a very strange but at the same time, familiar creature. A cat. But not just any cat. This cat somehow makes him feel that he has seen it somewhere before, that he has known it for a very long time. Familiar soft brown hair, familiar tiny paws, and… familiar sharp emerald eyes. Where did he see it? Antonio stands there, stunned for a moment. That is before something pretty weird happens before his very eyes. The image of the cat slowly blurs away, replaced by something else. 'Is that… a boy?' Antonio thinks to himself as he watches the vague figure fades away as fast as it came. Silky chestnut hair, a gravity-defying curl sticking out of his head. Isn't that… Feliciano?

Hello everyone, I'm Serial Mood Killer. this is my first fanfiction so i'm kinda nervous posting this here. All I want to say is I hope you enjoy this (in case you don't, well, whatever XD). Anyway, please read and if you're kind enough, review and favorite, etc.

Thank you for reading.

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