Author's note: I just want to say a few things before you read this:

1. I'm not a grammatical genie. Although I'm considered to be a bit of a grammar nazi by some of my friends, I'm human. I make mistakes. I'll gladly fix any of them if you point them out in the reviews.

2. This story has some Spanish in it. I've been in Spanish for two years now, but I know I'm not perfect. If you see any problems with my Spanish, post the problem in the reviews and I will fix it.

3. If you don't like boy kissing, don't read.

4. I do not own Hetalia or any other anime series for that matter. If I did, France and England already would've been married.

Anyways, enough with the boring blahblahblah of the official stuff. Enjoy!~

Lovino was scared out of his mind as he watched Antonio get ready for the bull fight. Even though the Italian knew that this had been coming for weeks, he still wasn't prepared mentally for what could- or would- happen in just a few short hours. He wouldn't admit it, but he cared about the man who called him "mi tomate", and he had even allowed their relationship to progress where he would call him "mi amour". And the fact that he was about to get into the bull ring with a two-ton beast didn't exactly sit too well with Lovino, and he wasn't about to let his objections go unvoiced.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IRRATIONAL THIS IS?! I MEAN-"

Antonio was nonchalantly donning his matador uniform while Lovino was ranting on and on, not really paying mind to his protests. After all, this wasn't the first time he had done this. He was one of the best matadors in the entirety of Spain, and he'd done this plenty of times before, even during the running of the bulls up in Pamplona one year. He'd gotten hurt before, and he'd recovered without much of a fuss. However, some of Lovino's rant started to register in his mind, and one phrase in particular made him freeze.

"-AND IF YOU GET HURT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO! I'D BE ALL ALONE, AND I WOULDN'T… I-I… w-wouldn't…"

Antonio was concerned for his boyfriend, but this couldn't override his curiosity.

"What wouldn't you be able to do?"

Lovino paused as though he wouldn't say anything, and he shook his head violently at him. Antonio walked behind him and gently wrapped his arms around Lovino's waist. It wasn't until he felt the wetness hitting his arms that he realized Lovino was crying.

"Please tell me Lovi…"

Lovino paused again, but this time the silence was broken by one stuttered phrase that Antonio would never forget.

"… I-I wouldn't be able to bear being alone, w-without you."

This one sentence shook Antonio to his very core. He didn't realize how much his tomato cared about him, and he felt touched that Lovino was willing to voice that at loud at all. The Italian never let his true feeling show around many, especially not his brother, but somehow Antonio had managed to get him to voice this. That's when Antonio realized how hard it must have been for Lovino to say this, how much strength it took for him to admit that he cared.

Antonio turned Lovino around in his arms so he could hug him properly, and he rested his chin on Lovino's head. Finally after a moment, he sighed and grabbed Lovino's chin so he could look him in the eyes, Antonio's green eyes meeting Lovino's hazel ones in an unwavering gaze.

"Lovino. I will not let you be alone. Ever. Te amo."

Lovino wanted to believe him, but he still had that tiny bit of doubt deep in the pit of his stomach. Antonio saw his unease in his eyes and decided to continue speaking.

"Tú es mi vida, mi amour, mi corazón. I will never let you be alone, ever. ¿Comprendes?"

Lovino looked at him with the most profound look of comprehension that Antonio had ever seen on his little Italian, but his eyes were still tear-filled and solemn. Antonio sighed again and ran his hand down his little Lovi's cheek, catching some of the tears and wiping them away with the gentle care he always practiced when around his Italian.

"How can I possibly make you believe me?"

Lovino seemed to pause slightly and think. Then, he slowly inched his face towards Antonio's until their noses nearly touched, eyes searching Antonio's for any sign of discomfort or uneasiness. Seeing nothing but confidence from his love, he spoke in a whisper so soft that Antonio wasn't even sure it had even existed.

"Besame."

Antonio wrapped his arms around Lovino's waist until he was pressed against him, and brought his chin up to meet his in a searing kiss. It was sweet, comforting, and passionate all at the same time, and Lovino quickly found himself getting lost in the taste of Antonio. He tasted like chocolate, churros, and something else that was just him. Lovino found himself wondering what that other taste was (tomatoes… coffee, maybe?), but he was beginning to lose all capability of rational thought as Antonio deepened the kiss while backing him up onto the bed. Antonio broke the kiss a few minutes later and smiled at his love's swollen lips. The moment was perfect, and Antonio decided to just lay there happily with Lovino's head resting on his chest. He played with Lovino's hair while avoiding his hair curl. He knew what that did to his little tomato, and he didn't want that to happen right now. He smiled, knowing that could be saved for later. He glanced up at the clock, and saw that it was almost time for the fight. He looked down and frowned at Lovino, thinking about his promise earlier.

I hope I can keep that promise.

Antonio took his place in the bull ring, smiling and waving happily at the audience in his usual carefree manner. While he appeared to be waving to everyone in the audience, he was mainly looking for one specific member of it: his world, his Lovino.

He found him sitting on the second level with his brother and a few other of his friends. His face looked like he was trying not to jump into the ring himself and drag Antonio out by his cape, but the fact that he was here was all that Antonio needed. Antonio caught his eye and smiled at him, even blowing a kiss. However, this little bit of carefree fun could only last so long before the announcer came over the speaker and announced that the fight was about to begin. Antonio took one last look at his love only to see him mouthing: "If you die, I'll kill you, bastard!" Antonio laughed at him and mouthed back: "Love you too, Amour." As soon as he turned away from Lovino, his carefree demeanor was replaced by a more serious, focused one. This did not go unnoticed by Lovino, who began to wonder just what his boyfriend had in store.

The bell rang as the beast burst through the gate. Staring it in the eyes, Antonio barely registered the yells and cheers from the crowd.

The fight had begun.

He taunted the huge beast as it tried to charge at him, but every time he swiftly missed the speeding bull by stepping only a mere foot to get out of its way. Then, he would taunt the frightening animal a swish of his cape, and the charges would continue. He followed this pattern of swishing and stepping for close to an hour until the bull began to grow tired. He smiled, knowing this fight would soon be over with, and that he'd soon be able to go home with his Lovi and-

Mierda. Now its charging again…

This time however, Antonio was too late to get out of the way and instead decided to make a daring move: a very daring, very stupid move. He waited until the beast was at full speed and was just a few feet away from him, earning several shouts and screams from the audience in their state of shock and disbelief. Then with the agility and grace of a gymnast, he ran and swiftly jumped over the creature in a single bound. He landed with a summersault, and popped up only a fraction of a second later to be met with the deafening sounds of the fans' screams and cheers.

He had won, and as he gazed into the audience, he saw many faces all smiling, clapping, and cheering for him. However, he only had eyes for one. He caught Lovino's eye again and smiled. However, Lovino's face was one of pure terror and fear, and Antonio didn't understand why until he looked behind him at the charging, angry beast.

His vision went black.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! I bet you didn't see that coming, and if you did... Congrats.

***EDIT*** So, I reread my story and said: "CRAP! That should be worded differently!" like twelve times. So, this chapter (as well as future ones to come) will always be being edited and improved.

BTW: I will be posting competitions on each of these chapters, which will determine how the story will turn out. Soooooooo….First person to review with a meaningful comment gets to decide whether or not Antonio lives/gets seriously injured! GO!