Spamano/AntonixLovino story I'm writing for my very first fanfiction! Woohoo! Hopefully it won't exceed more than three chapters. I'm planning on it only being two right now but whatever happens, happens. I feel kind of bad since my first fic isn't going to be my absolute OTP; Gerita, but at least it's one of my otps right? Right. Welp, here you go. Btw, there's a teeeeny tiny hint of Pruita and FrancexItaly in this fic, but i'm not sure if i'll go into it or not.

Oh and incase you do not know:

Spain - Antonio, Tonio, Toni, The Spaniard

Prussia - Gilbert, Gil, The Prussian, The German

France - Francis, The Frenchman

N. Italy - Feliciano, Feli, The Italian

S. Italy - Lovino, Lovi, Cute little tsundere boy, The Italian

Roman Empire - Grandpa Rome, Rome, Grandpa Roma, Roma, The Roman

I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters used in this fic, nor do i own the song 'Pizza Angel'.

"Come on, Tonio!" Gilbert whined, eyes remaining on the video game screen in front of him. Antonio had already said several times that he didn't want to go, but Gilbert wasn't one to give up so easily. Especially not to someone so easy to persuade. His ego wouldn't allow it. Again, he pleaded with his friend. "You'll love it there, really!"

Antonio wasn't so sure. The last time he let his egotistical, prussian friend choose what restaurant they would eat at, they had ended up at Hooters. Antonio did not like hooters. It wasn't the girls Antonio didn't like.. It was the clothes they wore, how they acted, their fake breasts AND personalities, and of course, all the sticky, glossy makeup they had caked on their faces in an attempt to feign beauty. It wasn't.. natural. And Toni was a natural kind of guy.

"Oui oui, Antonio. I think Gilbert is right!" agreed the spaniard's other friend, a blonde frenchman named Francis. "Italian food sounds good to me!" His blue eyes sparkled a bit as he winked, adding, "Especially if the workers are as adorable as you say!" Toni still wasn't sure, but after almost a half of an hour of hearing Gilbert beg, he decided to give in. It was hard to focus on Dance Dance Revolution with his friend's annoying voice ringing in his ears and it was two against one anyway. Reluctantly, he tried convincing himself that it couldn't be that bad. He reminded himself that he did love italian food, which helped ease his nerves a bit.

"Okay, okay, amigos. You win." he said, defeated, "But you'd better not bring anyone home this time, ¿de acuerdo?" He shivered a little just thinking about the unholy sounds coming from the others' rooms that dreadful night. The trio lived in a fairly large-sized apartment together, but the walls were paper thin. On nights like that one, Toni couldn't sleep a wink.

Giving a loud whoop, Gil abandoned Ms. Pac-Man and bolted out of the arcade, knocking over a few unsuspecting kids along the way. Not that he cared; he was too awesome for that. And he was too busy thinking about how perfect everything would be once Toni laid his eyes on a certain little tsundere delivery boy..

It was decided that Toni would drive the trio's van, much to the Spaniard's dismay. While he concentrated on ignoring the chirping of Gilbert's pet bird seated in the passenger seat, and getting them safely to their destination, Francis and Gil sat in the very back seat, speaking to each other in hushed voices.

"Dude, this is going to be perfect! I'm so awesome for coming up with this!" Gilbert said with as much pride as he could muster, still keeping his voice low.

"Ah, yes, Gilbert, I agree that your idea is great.. but.." Francis glanced cautiously towards the front seat, then leaned closer to Gilbert, bringing his voice to just above a whisper. "what if the boy doesn't like him?"

"Believe me, he will. I know people," Gil whispered back. "Besides, Toni needs this. He's been so boring since he and that Belgian babe broke up. It'll be love at first sight. And believe me, that kid'll keep Tonio on his toes. We both know he loves a challenge!"

Francis nodded, seeming satisfied enough with this answer. Toni had been somewhat of a downer since the bad breakup and Francis wanted him back to his normal, passionate self as soon as possible. Finished with their conversation, they leaned back in their seats as Gilbert yelled, "Oi, Toni! Turn left up here!"

"Ve~ Lovi? Can you take this order to table 5 per favore?"

"Lovi sweetie~! Care to clean these dishes for your old grandpapi? He needs to fill these orders!"

"Lovinooo~ can you carry these pizzas? They're so heavy!"

"Lovino! We're gonna need you to come to table 12, pronto! And for the love of Dio, BRING THE MOP AND BUCKET!"

"VE! LOVI, HELP! THE OVEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!"

"Che palle– I'M COMING YOU STUPID BASTARDS JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE ME A SECOND!" Throwing down his hat, a certain tsundere italian abandoned the pizza box in front of him. He knew it needed to be delivered soon if he wanted the customer to pay for it, but he realized long ago that it was useless to try to get anything done when his grandpa and stupid little brother needed his help. Even if the task was a simple one. "Stupid bastards," he grumbled, pulling the mop and bucket out of the supply closet. When he had all he needed, he headed for table 12.

"Here! Turn right here!" Gil exclaimed when a little green arrow appeared on the van's GPS. Any other person would have been startled, but Toni was used to the German's obnoxious outbursts by now. Smoothly, he turned into the parking lot of a small restaurant known as "Grandpa Rome's". Before the car had even parked, Gil was out and running towards the entrance. Pressing his face against the glass, he scoped out the inside. After a few minutes of searching, he spotted what he was looking for.

He was a young man, who looked to be in his 20's, with piercing green and brown eyes and a seemingly permanent scowl plastered on his face. Covering his forehead were short, brown bangs. A single, gravity-defying curl stuck out at the top right side of his head. He was dressed in a red, long-sleeve polo with khaki pants and had a short, black apron tied loosely around his waist.

So cute, Gilbert thought to himself, watching the man as he finished mopping the floor and headed back into the kitchen. As much as he wanted to claim the cutie as his own, he knew the brunette would be too much to handle himself. Sometimes he liked feisty, but judging by the last time he ordered pizza, this boy was plain rude. Just Toni's type! He smirked to himself, feeling accomplished and imagining just how grateful his friend would be to him for finding the man of his dreams.

Soon Francis and Antonio caught up to him."¡Caramba! Gil, you must really like this restaurant. ¿sí?" said Antonio, more than slightly amused at his friend's eagerness. The albino's red eyes glared as he pouted, shooting them an impatient look before the three of them finally entered the building together.

Grandpa Rome lifted his head at the sound of bells chiming from above the door. He watched as three young men, who did not appear to be much older than his grandsons, entered his little restaurant. The one in front, a boy with light grey hair and menacing red eyes, held a proud smirk on his face as though he had just achieved some sort of great accomplishment. To his right stood a Frenchman. Rome could tell immediately that he was French because the moment they made eye contact, Rome was greeted with a charming toss of blond hair, a wink, and an air kiss whisked in his direction by delicate fingers. Behind the two was another boy. Rome wasn't entirely sure why, but he liked this one, although he seemed like any regular guy. He was a Spaniard with shaggy brown hair and green eyes that seemed clouded by sorrows untold.

"Buongiorno, amici! Welcome to Grandpa Roma's!" Rome greeted them enthusiastically, pulling them all into a friendly hug. It was a fairly slow day and Roma always liked days like this. It gave him time to be friendly with the diners and get to know them a bit. Keeping his arms around the trio, he guided them all to an empty table near the cozy stone kitchen. "Please make yourselves at home! We're all family here." He gave them a heartfelt smile as they settled down in their seats. Francis and Gilbert returned his smile and introduced themselves. Antonio tried to smile as best he could, but the passionate man couldn't shake the sadness that lingered in his chest. After introducing himself he tuned out and gazed into the table as his mind replayed old love songs that had once brought him great joy. Grandpa Rome saw this and felt for the man, but didn't say anything. He knew what it was like to lose someone you love, even if it was only a breakup. He continued in his genial tone. "So. You all are Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio, yes? Well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Roma, named after the great Roman Empire! Oh, but please, call me Grandpa Rome! That's what my cute little grandsons call me!" His eyes twinkled as he thought of his precious grandchildren. "Lovi! Feli! Come here and greet the guests!" he called into the kitchen, turning his head. Two distinct voiced floated from behind the counter.

"Coming, Grandpa Rome!~"

"Mio Dio, Nonno, I have a pizza to deliver!"

There are two boys working here? Gilbert thought to himself. He recognized the latter voice as that of the delivery boy who had brought him his pizza last weekend, but he hadn't thought of the possibility of there being a second cute boy that worked in the actual restaurant itself. Especially not one that sounded so sweet. And he's brothers with that adorable delivery boy.. So that must mean..

It didn't take long for Gilbert's suspicions to be proved right, as out of the kitchen popped a much friendlier, and maybe a bit more airheaded, version of the adorable delivery boy. He possessed the same stature and slim waist, but this boy had a bubbly aura about him. His hair was styled exactly the same, but he had a curl sticking out of the left side of his head. His locks were a lighter shade, as were his eyes, which seemed to remain closed most of the time. He opened them only once to take a look at the guests in front of him before swiftly letting them fall closed again. "Piacere! I'm Feliciano!" He said, smiling brightly. Gilbert couldn't stop his face from heating up a bit, and a quick glance towards Francis told Gil he wasn't the only one with this problem. Shooting each other a look, they simultaneously agreed that this was the cutest boy they had ever seen. Francis and Gilbert half-introduced themselves and half-flirted with the cute little Italian until his elder brother walked out, looking incredibly bored, annoyed, and shy at the same time. Upon seeing his older brother, Feliciano smiled even brighter. "Ve~ this is mio fratellone, Lovino!"

At the sound of this, Antonio looked up. He wasn't sure what he expected. All he knew was that he liked that name. But when radiant olive eyes met his dulled emerald ones, he found himself entranced. "Lovino.." he whispered under his breath. It's a beautiful mix, Antonio thought. this young man and his name..

The name was simple, yet profound and Toni loved how it rolled smoothly off of his tongue. The boy's gaze held an earthen and natural hue and his slender body reminded Antonio of a gardener who spent his days simply, tending to the freshly-grown herbs of the earth.

"Ciao," said Lovino, looking slightly uncomfortable under the man's spellbound gaze. Antonio watched the boy's face turn bright red and he felt his own heart leap in his chest. He looks just like a tomate.. Thought Antonio. Un pequeño tomate..

At this thought, Antonio allowed a genuine smile to spread across his lips. Stretching out his hand for Lovino to shake, his eyes finally returned to their passionate glow. He could feel the sad memories of what used to be slowly melt away and for the first time in months, he felt fully alive. Hesitantly, Lovino took his hand, turning more red and trying to avoid looking at the handsome man before him. Failing miserably, he allowed their eyes to lock. Sweetly, Toni chuckled. "Hola, Lovino." He said, grinning ear-to-ear. "Me llamo, Antonio."

Well that's chapter 1! I hope you guys liked it and I didn't screw up the formatting or anything.. See ya soon! Feel free to comment or whatevs. Thanks for reading!=)