AN: HELLO THERE! *waves* I have returned with another Hetalia fic! And this time, it's going to be a multi-chapter story! (That fact kind of scares me...looking at my track record...I never finish chapter stories . BUT I WILL THIS TIME! I have a plan laid out and everything n.n)

This was actually a request that I got from one-winged-icarus(Aha, I'm sorry that I'm uploading this so late. I can't even remember how long ago it was that you gave me the request. Hopefully you'll like it enough to make up for my lateness .) after my other Hetalia oneshot. The request itself was kind of long, so just know that this is going to be a mainly SpainxFem!South Italy fic with onesided AmericaxFem!South Italy. There will of course be other pairings mentioned, but they won't really have large roles. Also, a happy Spamano ending is required :D

So, without further ado, I present to you: THE PROLOGUE OF "CONFLICTS OF MOUTH AND HEART!" (I'm kind of iffy on the title. I may change it, and if that happens I'll tell everyone about it in an AN~)

I hope everyone enjoys~

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! If I did, well... lets just say it's probably better that I dont own it.

~*L*O*V*I*N*A*~

She was on her back, long tresses of wavy, auburn hair fanned out around her head. She had stretched her arms out on both sides, her hands barely visible in a sea of lush green. There was a breeze. It played with her hair, brushing flyaway pieces against her cheek, and ruffled the skirt of her summer dress. When was the last time she had worn a dress?

Far above her, the sun shone brightly. The fiery ball of light sent rays of warmth down to caress her already tan skin. The light danced across her hair and face, sometimes disappearing if a cloud, with texture akin to that of a sheep in need of shearing, passed overhead. The sky was blue, and deep, stretching as far as she could see in all directions. Oh how she missed the feeling of looking up and seeing something other then dull gray-clouded skies.

She twisted now so that she was on her stomach, chin resting comfortably in her palms as her elbows dug into soft soil. Directly in front of her the field stretched on, changing from grass and wildflowers to a farmer's vineyard. She longed to leap up and run, dart around in the shadows of the grapevines like she used to as a child.

She had almost decided to give in to the urge, to laugh and play as if she were no more than a little girl, when a voice sounded from her right.

"Ve~ Lovina," the voice called. "Sorella, it's time to come in to eat~ Nonno and I made pasta!"

Lovina, for that was her name, glanced over toward the sound of her sister, Felicia's, voice. The field of grass continued on for a ways, before seeming to simply drop off into nothing, giving way to an expanse of open air.

Lovina knew that this apparent drop-off actually gave way to the gentle sloping of a hill, at the bottom of which was her nonno's villa.

She stood, dusting the dirt from her elbows and knees as she did so. Instead of immediately moving in the direction of the villa and, evidently, food, she paused, letting her hair and dress flutter in the wind. She tilted her head and stared up into the sky, careful not to look directly into the sun lest it burn her eyes. Unconsciously, as she dug her bare feet into the smooth Italian soil and let the heat of the sun wash over her, she smiled. She had missed this.

The serenity of the moment was abolished as the smell of her sister's fresh-cooked pasta reached her nose, and her stomach grumbled loudly in protest. 'What are you doing,' it seemed to ask her. 'Get down there. Feed me.'

She was off then, the pull of hunger and the prospect of fresh-cooked noodles covered with tomato sauce too much to resist any longer.

She had just crested the hill, the roof of the villa coming into view, when she heard it. A small buzzing in her ear. She stopped abruptly, eyes widening in slight alarm as she swatted at the air around her head. There was nothing there, yet the buzzing came again.

She willed her body to calm, trying to tune in to the buzzing. When she listened closely, it appeared as if it wasn't really buzzing at all, but someone speaking words. The odd thing was, it appeared as if this new voice existed only in her head.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she strained, trying to make out what the voice was saying. Then she heard it. Her eyes widened. Her heart raced and panic startle to settle within her. She wasn't, she wasn't crazy. There was no voice in her head. And it hadn't just said her name.

Evidently, her sudden denial of its existence only made the little voice more determined. She could heart it clearly now.

"Lovi," it said. "Lovina. Lovi~"

What the hell is a Lovi? she thought, although she was certain she had heard the term. If she focused, the voice was vaguely familiar, and each time it said her name, something in her heart stirred.

The voice was male. There was an accent, one that, if she had to place it, she would have said was... Spanish? She tried to place the voice, certain now that she knew it. The only image her mind could conjure was a brilliant smile, directed at her as if she were the only thing that existed in the world. It made her face flush and she cursed the ability of her skin to turn red so easily.

He was getting more persistent now.

"Lovina. Wake up, querida."

Wake up? What did he mean wake u-

Suddenly her eyes were opening. When had she closed them?

Her surroundings were blurry and all she could see were hazy, multicoloured shapes. She blinked. As if a fog had started to clear, the shapes started to take on individual forms. Determined and confused, she blinked again. And again. And again.

She flinched backward, surprised by the form that appeared then, in front of her. Messy brown hair framed the face, settling haphazardly across a tanned forehead, darker than her own. She moved her gaze all the way down and found a mouth wide in smile, showing off perfectly white teeth.

She gulped slightly as she moved her gaze back up, locking hazel orbs with a pair of dazzling, olive eyes. Heat pooled in her cheeks as she found a name for the voice she had been trying so hard to place. In front of her, Antonio Carriedo continued to grin.

~*A*N*T*O*N*I*O*~

She was adorable, really she was. Sitting there, only half awake, a dazed expression on her face. It was moments like this that he truly loved, when he had somehow managed to catch her off guard and her constant emotional barrier was let down for a few precious seconds.

She looked sort of vulnerable, he thought. Antonio was so accustomed to the tough front she held (Oh yes, he knew it was just a front. Contrary to popular belief, even he wasn't dense enough not to realise that); the biting, lashing comments that she let fall from her perfect, little mouth because that was the only defense she had. The way her lips always seemed to curve down in a scowl, as if she were afraid to smile.

She had been smiling a moment ago, obviously caught up in a good day dream. He had hated waking her; she had looked so peaceful. It was almost worth it, though, for now she was gazing up at him with surprisingly docile hazel eyes, a light pink flush dusting her cheeks.

The sight of her made his grin widen.

"Hola, Lovi~ Did you have a nice nap cariño?"

The peaceful atmosphere was broken by his words, akin to the way the glass-like surface of a tranquil pond can be broken by a tiny pebble dropped in.

Her eyebrows narrowed, eyes blazing as if the mere sound of his voice was an annoyance like no other. The expression she directed at him now was a heated glare, but he was so accustomed to it that it had no affect whatsoever.

"Dammit bastard! What'd you go and wake me up for? I was having a good dream!"

"I could tell, Lovi~ You were smiling as you slept, even drooled a little bit! Hey, did you know how cute you look when you smile? You should do it more often instead of scowling at me all the time~"

At his words, her scowl only deepened. She opened her mouth and started swearing and yelling at him some more, obviously attempting to convey just how angry she was with him. The affect was completely reversed by the deepening of the flush on her cheeks and the hesitancy in her eyes, like she wasn't used to being complimented.

It almost made him frown, knowing that his lovely Lovi didn't get complimented as much as she should. He was trying to fix that, obviously, but she was still so insecure...

He willed the darkening thoughts away. What would Lovina say if she saw him frowning? Probably something along the lines of, "The hell, tomato bastard? What's with that face; are you trying to think again?" Whatever it was, it would be said in a harsh, Lovi-like way that would in actuality be synonymous with something more concerned, wondering what had made the Spaniards usual grin flip upside down.

Oh, his querida was so cute~ Getting all worried about him, and then trying to hide it. She should know that he could read all the hidden messages behind her almost never honest words and actions. They had known each other for quite a few years now. He could still remember that first meeting, back when they were just freshmen, entering the Academy for the first time. The moment he'd seen her, he'd-

Ah, but that was a different story. Right now, he was far too focused on the bright colour in Lovina's cheeks. Vibrant red. Just like a tomato.

He felt that it would be a great idea to inform her of this. So he did!

Her cheeks flared more, though this time he could tell it was just from anger, not embarrassment.

"What the fuck? Do you ever even listen to me, dammit? I told you, stop comparing me to your stupid tomatoes!"

He laughed, though this response only served to infuriate her further. She let out a string of profanity, but it simply washed over him. He was far too interested in watching the angry fire dance in her eyes, the rapid movement of her mouth as she swore in English, Italian, Spanish and a whole slew of other languages, and the tense clenching of her fists as she fought the urge to bludgeon his face.

The smile that his lips had been curved into never faded. Yes, she was angry with him. When was she not? But that didn't matter, because Lovi was Lovi, and he liked her just the way she was.

End AN: Whoa, I can't believe I'm finally posting this! This prologue has seriously been sitting in my documents folder for like a month and a half now :D

Speaking of the prologue, I should probably tell you guys that this chapter doesn't really have anything to do with the plot of my actual story. Basically, I wrote it and I liked it, so I decided to keep it. It's connections to the rest of the story are extremely insignificant. *shrug* Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it at least.

The actual story will start next chapter. Honestly, though, I have no idea when that will be uploaded. I'm trying to stay ahead by always making sure that I have the next chapter written before I post, but with this, I just didn't want to keep one-winged-icarus waiting any longer! The next chapter is almost finished, but it won't be posted until I finish chapter 2...Ah ha, you'll see an update eventually xD

Again, I hope you liked the prologue~ Reviews are extremely appreciated, especially constructive criticism. I'm always looking to make my writing better!

Translations: Most of these should be pretty obvious. I only use tiny one to two word phrases because I don't trust GoogleTranslate with anything longer. If any of these are wrong, I'm sorry. Blame GoogleTranslate.

Sorella - Italian, Sister

Nonno - Italian, Grandpa/Grandfather

Querida - Spanish, dear

Hola - Spanish, hello

Cariño - Spanish, love (as in dear, sweetie, honey, etc.)