You're The One That I Want
prologue
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo would never have imagined his life would take such an interesting turn when he ventured into the town that faithful day.
He was seventeen, alone inside, trapped by the responsibility his parents insisted always be on his shoulders. His real friends—the ones with intentions beyond money, fame, and status—were scarce; he had about four. All his life. Four friends. Alvarez was his older brother, but even he refused to have anything to do with Antonio. So he was out, too.
Tired of all this, the young Spanish noble had snuck out of his castle-like abode at dawn one morning, creeped through the vast garden full of his very own tomato plants, and took a hidden-passage way—one only he knew—out.
The trip to the town center was simple enough. He wore commoner clothes, not the expensive, scratchy suits his parents forced on him every single day. Thankfully, by the time he got to the square after the sun came up, not one person spared him a second glance.
He'd spent most of the morning taking in the wonderful scenery of a busy but friendly town. People waved at each other from across shops, women chatted excitedly over produce at the stands with their babies carefully bundled in their arms, children ran around, playing, or helping their parents carry buckets of milk back home from the ranch. Those who cooked food right on the streets were beginning to start up the flames on their makeshift stoves. It was absolutely wonderful.
Walking further down the road, Antonio found himself drawn to the open window of the local bakery. "'Rome's" the sign above read. Even from outside, he could pick up the delightful smell of fresh-baked bread right out of the brick-oven. His mouth watered as he continued to inhale the sweet fumes of the pastries.
The door chimed when he pushed it open, signaling his presence to the shopkeeper. His stomach growled shamelessly as he was assaulted with the sight of different types of bread, rolls, cakes, and cookies. The scents overwhelmed him. His eyes locked on the steaming loaf of banana-nut bread on the counter, and just as he reached for it, a wooden spoon smacked him sharply on his head.
"Ouch!"
"Don't fucking touch the bread, you damn bastard!"
And that was how he had met the love of his life, the very reason for his existence.
The one who would change his entire perception of what seemed to be an infinitely meaningless life.
Lovino Vargas.
A/N: Short chapter is very short orz
I promise the next one will be full of actual plot! Hahahaha~
For sure, there will be Spamano (Antonio and Lovino). All the way, no matter what.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hetalia! It's too awesome ~