A/N: I had this idea and I'm determined to finish it... So many story ideas, so little time with school! I hate being a senior!

Summary: Prince Antonio of Spain wants to marry someone who will love him for who he is-not what he is. He decides to go under cover as a student in a school in Italy, enlisting the help of Romero Vargas and his eldest grandson to help him blend in with the normal crowd.

Genre: Romance, some drama

Pairings: Spamano, GerIta

Story Type: Human Gakuen (modern)royal AU (basically, all technology is the same but every country, with a few exceptions, has a royal family)

NOTE:Antonio's real name in this story is Antonio Fernández Cardona, Carriedo is a cover name so people don't realize he's the prince of Spain.

Warnings:Yaoi, made-up illnesses and general lack of medical knowledge, ill!talented!Lovino, douchebag!neglective!uncaring!parents, Marcello the third Vargas bro, worried!Feli, regular bullshit and Lovi's mouth.

Disclaimer:I own nothing. I'm not that good at writing.

SS out~

Antonio frowned slightly and stared at the curtains on his window. He had turned seventeen just days before, and already his parents were pressuring him about a wife to become queen... or even a husband to rule alongside him.

The Spanish prince frowned and shook his head, green eyes rather blank as he was in deep thought. He didn't want to marry someone just because his mother wanted him to. He didn't want to marry someone who wanted to be a royal.

He wanted to marry someone who would love him for him. Someone who would look at him in his royal apparel and tell him to go change into something else because he looked stupid dressed in a long red cape laced with gold trailing the ground... someone who wanted him to be himself, not what others wanted him to be. Someone who would stick by his side no matter what.

Of course, Antonio knew he most likely wouldn't find someone like that in Spain, or if he did he wouldn't quite know if it was genuine.

Suddenly his eyes brightened and a face-splitting grin sprung to his lips. I've got it! he thought to himself. I won't look in Spain! And I won't reveal myself to be a prince! This is great! Now, just to talk to my parents about it...

The Spaniard got up and hurried out of his room. "Mother, Father!" he called, going to their chambers. He knew it was the middle of the night but he didn't care. He pushed his parents' door open just in time to see his mother sitting up.

"What is it, Antonio?" she asked, sleepily rubbing an eye.

"I have an idea to find a wife! Or husband, whatever!" he answered excitedly. She blinked and lowered her hand. Before she could ask, Antonio continued with, "I have to go under cover! I should go to a school in another country where I wouldn't be so easily recognized, and no one would know I'm the prince of Spain and then I'll know if they love me for me or for my power!"

"Antonio, I'm not sure-"

"That's a great idea!" Antonio's father interrupted, smiling brightly as he too sat up. "We will have to arrange somewhere for you to stay and have someone who can show you how to blend in with the locals, though. Someone trustworthy who knows of your identity... I know just the person! But we'll call in the morning."

"Edelmiro!" the queen exclaimed, but Antonio was already grinning and running back to his room to pack up. He had yet to realize he'd need to buy an entirely new wardrobe upon reaching this other country...

-The Next Morning-

Antonio was practically flying as he rushed around getting ready. He wanted to leave as soon as preparations were made. "And you said you and father will just say I am going into training, si?" he asked his mother as he packed his toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss away.

"Si, si," his mother, Queen Graciela, sighed. "I can't believe you're doing this..."

"Don't worry, Mother," Antonio smiled, turning around and giving her a hug. "I'll be back before my eighteenth birthday!"

"I know..."

"Alright, I found the perfect place!" Edelmiro called, coming into the room. His crown was a bit lopsided, and his wife was quick to fix it. "You'll be attending this place called 'Ruscello Liceo'!"

"And that means what and where is it?" Graciela asked, crossing her arms.

"It means something like Brook High School, I guess like the stream-type brook," Edlemiro answered with a shrug. "And it's in Rome, Italy."

"Where would I be staying?" It was Antonio's turn to ask.

"The family Vargas," his father answered again. "They're an aristocratic family in Rome. Romero Vargas lives with his son, daughter-in-law, and his three grandsons!"

"That's a lot of people to know the truth..." Antonio trailed.

"No, no, only Romero and his eldest grandson, who is in the same grade as you, will know the truth. I think he said his name is Lovino? Anyway, he's supposed to help you look more like a normal Italian citizen!" the Spaniard said cheerfully. "Oh, already packed? Alright~"

-Meanwhile-

Lovino Vargas was not having a good day to say the least

First he woke up late with a brain-shattering migraine which he had to wait out since his medicine did damn well nothing when the migraine was that bad. He lay in bed for ten straight minutes before convincing himself to get up and face the day.

Then when he went downstairs, his mother was making pasta for breakfast. He wasn't surprised, of course. The irritating thing was the fact there were only four plates set out, despite the fact six people lived in the house.

After that he went to paint something but God damn it all, he couldn't concentrate with that migraine! And he couldn't even go into his tomato garden and collect tomatos because the sun would only make his migraine worse.

To top it off, his younger brothers Feliciano and Marcello were singing. Singing. Ugh! Sure they were good singers, but couldn't they give a guy a break?!

The news about their houseguest was icing on the cupcake, and it was only nine o'clock in the morning.

"Yay, foreign exchange student is staying with us!" Feli cheered and jumped up and down excitedly.

"Isn't it a bit early for the exchange program to start?" Lovino's mother, Alcina, asked curiously.

"It is," Romero answered, smiling at his daughter-in-law. "His parents wish to go on vacation but wouldn't be home in time with the tickets they have-they're going to America!- so I said they could send him over early!"

"Well... alright," the father, Luciano, mumbled with a shrug. "Alright."

"When will he get here?" Marcello asked, looking a little excited despite his attempt to keep his hazel eyes neutral.

"Any time in the next week~" Romero practically sang, much to Lovino's annoyance. "Oh! Lovi~ I need to talk to you privately~" Lovino scowled, his golden-brown eyes darkening as he followed his grandfather into the kitchen away from the family room.

"What is it, Nonno?" Lovino demanded, glaring at the older, taller Italian. He hated that it was like looking in a mirror of the future.

"The boy we are housing is Prince Antonio Fernández Cardona," Romero told him. Lovino blinked, surprise reflecting in his eyes. "He is going under cover to find someone to marry-someone who will love him for him-before his eighteenth birthday. I want you to watch over him at school and teach him how to fit in."

"Nonno! I'm an outcast at school!" Lovino hissed. "You know that!"

"Si si, I know," Romero sighed. "But he is in your grade, and Feliciano can't keep many secrets very well-"

"He keeps my secret pretty well."

"Yes, but you're his big brother. Anyway, Marcello isn't even in high school yet, so he can't help." Romero hesitated. "Besides that, his parents are willing to pay me for this..."

"Grandpa, we have all the money we need, remember?"

"That's in your parents' names, Lovino, they've restricted my access after... last time." Romero leaned down closer to his grandson, worry shining in his equally-golden eyes. "Lovi, tell me, is your head hurting?" Lovino's scowl deepened but he curtly nodded an affirmative. "Lovi, we don't need to try and get your parents to finally agree. With the amount of money they're giving us each month to house and feed their son, I could save up enough to send you to that doctor in America sometime in the next six, seven months. You could finally get that operation your parents refuse to pay for."

-To Be Continued-

Note: I used the name Edelmiro, a variant of the (Ancient)Germanic Adelmar, from 'adal "noble" and meri "famous".' I used "Graciela" which means "grace". I forget why I used those names for Lovino's family... They all sound rather old fashioned but yea.

Sorry for short chapter, it's just an introduction really.