AN: Yo! GUESS WHAT?!

I'M NOT DEAD/INACTIVE! This is a new spamano that needs some critique! That is…. If you ever found it… Anyways! I'm just here writing like an idiot, these two are just too cute together! Also, this isn't Christmasssy so sorry about that! and this is something I wrote awhile ago, I have a USUK on the way! This also isn't done, but because I'm on break NO EXAMS... I hate exams... So This is the first chapter of my new story! I hope you like and enjoy it!

CH 1 News is Hard to Handle.

"You need to do this."

"I refuse to be away from my family for that long."

"It won't be as long as you think, just until the job is done."

"I can't."

"Come on, it will definitely raise your reputation; you might even become famous for it."

"As much as I would want that, I refuse to be away from my family for that long."

"You don't even know how long it will be! It could be finished in a few months!"

"You know it would take longer than that! Can't I just take my family with me?"

"It's on your money."

"But-"

"But you'll be famous!"

"Then what? I become famous, that's a certainty, so then what?"

"You get more jobs, more jobs mean more money, and more money means you can help your family."

"Are you sure? It's very expensive. For surgery, I mean."

"Positive."

"Fine. I'll take on the job."

Antonio walked out of his boss' office and immediately regretted accepting the job. He sighed, thinking about his new job. The job was in Italy, one country away from Spain. Starting to walk back home for the day, he thought about how he was supposed to tell the rest of his family. His father had cancer, and if it wasn't treated soon, he would eventually die. Nobody really talked about Antonio's father in fear of making Antonio unable to work. Antonio pulled his family's life together. They lived out in the country and owned a small tomato farm where Antonio worked endless hours, when he wasn't at his actual work.

Antonio is a rising architect and is slowly rising to fame. He doesn't care much for it,the fame, but he does love being an architect. The thought of having to leave his family for a year didn't sound too pleasant to him. How he was going to tell his mother and father, he had no clue.

It was a nice day outside for the turn of events Antonio had just found himself in. Even though he was sulking, the sun was setting. Antonio looked up just in time to see the colors of the sky. There was the sky. Close to the horizon was a gleaming ball of gold with a coral mixed in, and the rays seemed to be reaching out to him. The clouds were being painted a soft pink and yellow, like rose petal being thrown about, and above were the dark pinks, purples, and blues of the young night.

As Antonio watched the watched the sun, he wondered if there was anyone else who could see it. Somewhere else in the world. Maybe there was someone, who could see the same thing, Antonio certainly hoped so. He watched the sun finally go down, a soft breeze ruffling his hair; he smiled softly and walked the rest of the way home.

O~O~O~O~O~O

He faintly heard the sound of singing and the sizzle of a frying pan. Antonio walked into the familiar house, the smell of something being baked wafted through the air, pleasing him. Antonio smiled gently as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hello Antonio, how are you?" The sound of his mother came from the table. His mother loves anything old fashioned and handmade, their family didn't have much money, so Antonio had made the table a while ago, with his father, before he was diagnosed with cancer.

Antonio looked at his mother, "I'm fine. Just a little tired. Did you see the sunset?"

"No, I missed it, because I was too busy with making dinner." She said. "Why were you home later than normal?" She asked with a hint of suspicion.

Antonio laughed nervously, "I had a meeting with my boss. Turns out, actually, I suppose you could call it a promotion-"

"Really? That's great! Call your papa and tell him!" His mother cut him off excitedly.

"Well…" Antonio paused trying to think about how to go on, "It's not quite a promotion…. Wait." Antonio stopped again, "No, hold on."

His mother's eyes softened at his son's confusion and slight worry, "It is fine. Take your time." She said softly.

"Okay, so…I was at work and my boss had me go to a meeting. I don't really know how to say it without it being a shock. In the meeting, he told me I had a job," He took in a breath to mentally prepare himself, his voice slightly shaking, "i-it's a job in… in Italy." His mother said nothing; she just stared at him in shock. "I asked if I could bring you two, but my boss said it was on my money. And we don't have enough. I'm sorry, I tried my best."

Antonio was looking at the ground, shaking. His mother said nothing, but noticed his shaking. She stood up, and hugged him. They stayed like that for a while, mother and son. After a while she looked at him, "How about some dinner? I'm sure you're hungry."

Antonio just nodded, before realizing something else. Something extremely important, how could he have forgotten? He knew it wasn't going to be good if he didn't do it soon. "Mama?" He asked.

"Yes? What is it?" His mother asked softly.

"How am I going tell papa about this?" Antonio looked up at his mother, eyes flashing fear and worry.

"Just tell him, he'll understand. I'm sure." She said calmly.

"Right, then I'll go tomorrow and tell him. I'll go right before work. Thanks. I really appreciate it, mama." Antonio said with a smile, he was confident his father would understand.

O~O~O~O~O~O

Before he knew it, it was the next morning and Antonio was standing in front of the hospital door his father was in. Taking a deep breath and wishing himself good luck, he walked in. "Papa?" He poked his head in and saw that he wasn't moving, a wave of panic spread through him, until he noticed that his father was still breathing and relaxed. He was just asleep. It was good that Antonio's father was asleep; it gave him time to think about how to break the news to him.

Antonio's father woke up and gave a little jump to the new person in the room, but smiled anyway. "Hello Son! It's so nice to see you! What brings you here?"

"Well, I got some important news at work yesterday, so I came to visit and tell you about it." Antonio said as cheerfully as he could.

"Okay! Go on!" His father beckoned him with a smile.

"Right, so yesterday my boss and I talked about this new job I got and, well you see…." Antonio yet again paused like last night. "This job is…" He took a deep breath in, "It's in Italy. I'm really sorry. I'll be away for a whole year, and there's not much I can do about it."

Antonio's father looked at him, and laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh; it was a soft laugh meaning he understood, "No need to make a big fuss over it! It's no big deal, your mama and I will be fine!"

Antonio looked up, and his face brightened, "Really? You mean it? You're not mad or anything? That's great!"

"Yes, yes. I'm not mad. This is something that not many people can enjoy!" His fathers paused, and looked at him seriously, "But… make sure you send us letters every day." His voice lightened at the end.

Antonio laughed lightly, "Of course!" He checked his watch, "Anyways, I have to leave; I have work to go to."

"I'll see you later, son." His father said happily.

"Same to you!" Antonio called before briskly walking out the door, heading to work. It was nice out, other than the fact of the cold breeze that came to him like a slap in the face as he walked outside from the hospital. There was a nice shortcut from the hospital to his workplace that went through the park, spring was coming, Antonio could tell by how light the air was. It was too bad he was going to miss spring in Spain; he's going to be in Italy.

O~O~O~O~O~O

Upon arriving at his office there was a message telling him to go to his boss' office. He knocked on the door hearing a slight "come in" and walking in. His boss was there with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Ah. Mr. Fernandez! Come in, come in." His boss seemed to be extremely happy about something.

"Hello." Antonio said stiffly.

"So here's the deal, for your job in Italy, your client wants you there as soon as possible. He is an impatient man. So you'll be leaving for Italy in three days." His boss held up three fingers. "I will be escorting you to the airport. Also, I might have forgotten to mention this, but the client was kind enough to let you stay in his hotel. Enjoy yourself there; it's a five star hotel. The client, his name is Nicodemo Cuevas, will escort you through Italy to where you need to go. However, he will only be free to show you around on the first day, so be prepared. That is all, you are dismissed."

Antonio just nodded and walked out the door. He needed the day off. Antonio walked over to a bench in a nearby park and sat down letting everything sink in. He started to shake, he place his head in his hands. He thought about more news, ...not more news. New is hard to handle.

To be continued.