Title: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.

Summary: Lovino Vargas has just moved in to his new apartment away from his annoying brother and has run straight into the arms of his annoying new neighbor, Antonio Carriedo. And no matter what he does, he can't get away from him. Spamano AU.

Notes: Um. Hi. Socially awkward me. Well, this story is loosely based on the CD by the same title, by Panic! at the Disco. I hope to do the same for the other two CDs when (and if) I finish this one. I have plenty of story ideas, but since I usually tend to get sidetracked with the list of ideas, I'm gonna try and do one thing at a time, unless it's a one-shot (which I may or may not take requests for later on).

But anyways, yeah, I suggest listening to the song each chapter is named after, y'know, to get a feel and everything. You don't have to, though.

I'll be crawling back in my hole now.


Ladies and gentlemen, we proudly present, a picturesque score of passing fantasy.

"Vene, what did I just say!" The grumbling Italian brunette held the cellphone between his collarbone and head while lifting and bringing the last piece of furniture into his new apartment. "I don't need your fucking help, idiota; just go snuggle with your stupid potato head girlfriend! The last thing I want is you poking around my stuff and breaking something."

He grunted, setting down the desk as his younger brother whined from the other end of the phone, "Ne, fratello, you don't have to be so mean! And Louise is busy with Gilbert and Julchen at the DMV! She said that last time, they got kicked out for throwing chairs at each other before the test even started, and she's really tired of drivi—"

Lovino Romano Vargas ended the call with a sigh, rubbing his temple and shutting the door. Damn, his brother could talk.

He turned to face his new home. It was pretty spacious, and it had two rooms, one of which he'd be setting up as a workspace and art studio, and the other a bedroom. He had a full bath and a half bath, along with a nice kitchen complete with an island and hanging space for pots and pans. The living space wasn't bad either, as it had a small balcony since he'd gotten an apartment on the end of the building. He'd probably grow some tomato plants out there if he got a chance to. The oldest Vargas was a bit of a perfectionist, so he'd already taken care of painting the walls before he'd even brought his furniture and things in, but it would take a few days at least to get everything set up and in its respective place.

Might as well get started, he shrugged, taking the box containing the pieces to his bed and pushing it towards the back of the apartment.


A few hours later and he'd set up his bedroom and master bathroom completely. He was working on his living room at the moment, pushing around the couch and lounge chair to the correct spaces as little beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

Well, at least until the doorbell rang.

"Who the fuck…" He mumbled, going over to the door and forgetting the small fact that he'd unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sun-kissed skin and abs.

Although it wouldn't have mattered, as the male in front of him looked much worse.

Though, at that moment, worse was synonymous with disheveled, Sex God that put his obvious good looks to shame. He looked like he'd literally just walked out of bed, as his shirt was buttoned in all the wrong places revealing the beautiful skin underneath, and a untied tie was slung around his neck as he held a coffee mug with the Spanish flag on it (So he was Spanish, Lovino deducted). Let's not forget to mention goes gorgeous green orbs for eyes he had and the curled brown locks resting on his head.

He also had a toothbrush in his mouth and was mumbling words.

"What," Lovino stared a bit annoyed at the Spaniard in front of him, "the everliving fuck are you saying?"

It seemed to click in the other male's mind that fact that yes, he did have his toothbrush in his mouth, and yes, he was not understandable with the silly thing in his mouth, so with a chuckle, he pulled it out and repeated his earlier words. "Sorry! My shower's not working and I was kind of wondering if maybe I could use yours? I'm Antonio Carriedo, by the way, I stay right next door to you!"

Lovino's jaw had a very bad urge to drop at the fact that this Sex God was staying right next door to him and his shower wasn't working? Was this some kind of joke?

"I can understand if you say no, though, 'cause we barely know each other!" Antonio chirped on, "And it wouldn't really matter since I showered last night, but I always like going to work clean since I'll be around students all day!"

As he went on, Lovino's eye twitched in irritation and realization: this Sex God was almost as idiotic as his brother! If not more, but he reallydoubted anyone could be that stupid. The Spaniard's phone beeped and he jumped slightly at the surprising noise, "Oh, looks like I'll be late again! It was a nice chat, um…"

"Lovino," The Italian rolled his hazel eyes, "Lovino Vargas."

He watched as the male gave him a bright smile, "Nice chatting with you, Lovino Vargas." Lovino couldn't help the slight tinge of red cheek powdering his cheeks as the brunette walked off with a wink, adding, "Hopefully the first of many."

…this had to be a dream, right?