Yay for readers! Just kidding, but seriously. Thanks for reading, my own mother won't read any stories I write… Well, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. If I did I would have my own computer. And would have money for cosplaying.

Lovino's POV:

I look out the window at the passing scenery. It's so… green. God, I miss Italy already. I glance over at nonno and Feliciano chatting easily. This is going to be the worst year of my life…. For fucks sake, why the hell would I want to come live in America, Oregon no less! We should have stayed in Italy, but no. Our stupid Grandpa decided we'll all pick up and come here, leaving our beloved school, country, and all our friends.

Not that I ever had many friends, the closest I ever had was a group of weird kids that let me sit with them at lunch. Feli though, he had people dying to be his friend. That's how it's always been, who wants to be around angry, pessimistic Lovino when they can have always happy Feliciano? I just sit back and let people admire Feliciano, and ignore me. It's been like that when we were little, nonno would always forget me places then come back an hour or two later looking for me, freaking out. You get used to it.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as we come to a stop, parked in the driveway of a house. Our house. No, it's not our house, our house is back in Venice.

"Here it is boys! Isn't it great?"

"Nonno, it's beautiful, veh~! Don't you think so fratello?" No, I don't think so. It's an old, creaky looking, white house that looks as though it's a hundred years old. I was not going to sleep well in there, not while knowing the first people to ever lived here are probably already dead. Hell, they may be ghosts, haunting it!

With my luck, they'd be in only my room. Let's get one thing straight, I am not sharing my room with a fucking old, dead, bitch.

But I can't say that, I'd be ignored anyway. I reply with a shrug, scowling at the house. I go inside after grabbing my things that the movers haven't already put in my room, heading up the stairs to escape

I drop my duffle bag onto my bed, making a face of disgust. I look around my room. No, not my room. This isn't my room, my room is beautiful and fresh, and new. This hell hole is musty and old, and just ugly! This place is a fucking wreck, it smells like death and shit.

Okay, maybe it isn't that bad, but it's still not home! If that old bastard thinks this is gonna replace Italy, he's got another thing coming. I am not staying here.

I fall asleep after throwing my pillow and blanket on my bed. Fucking jet lag.

Well, I sleep until I hear the sound of the doorbell. Moments later I hear nonno yell, "Lovi, come down here! There are some nice people here from across the street~"

Fuck, now I have to deal with a bunch of dumbasses. We've been here, what? Seven hours, maybe. They could have waited to let us unpack. I mean, whatever happened to common courtesy? I hop up and walk down the stairs. 'Who needs to rush? It's not like it's important, they can fucking wait.'

I wasn't prepared for what I saw. There stood a tall, lean, muscular boy. More like a man, actually. I just stared as he speaks.

"Hola! Me llamo Antonio~"

'Mio dio….'

~o.0.o~

Okay, that was bad, SORRY! But yay, Antonio's here! I'm probably gonna update within a week, I promise it'll be longer next time~ If I don't update in a week, someone needs to kick my ass.

Well, thanks for reading and I promise it'll be longer next time!

Until next time,

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