Hello! First off I would like to say it's good to be back! And second, forgive me for leaving for so long . I lost all inspiration for my previous fanfics, and I think I found inspiration for a new one! During the time of which I was away I stumbled across Hetalia and so my OTP, Spamano (SpainxRomano). At the moment they are my number 1 ~ Come on, they're too cute!
Now this fanfic will be about them but before I start, I like to make a few things clear.
1) If you didn't know already, Spain (Antonio) & Romano (Lovino) are both males. So if you're not into male pairings I suggest you don't read this.
2) This will be my first Spamano fanfic so go easy on me with the way I present the personalities. I think I got it down but if not tell me please.
3) There is another fanfic I will be working on (secret for now), but this will be my main one. Hopefully it will be updated often since it is summer vacation for me now.
Now without further delay let us begin with the first chapter of Lost & Confused!
"I hate meeting new people." I muttered as my younger brother, Feliciano, dragged me out of my room.
"Come on, Lovino, you'll love him." He assured.
"You said the same thing about that potato loving bastard, Germany!" I hissed in annoyance.
He ignored me and continued to grad me to the main room. I began to get bored, so I started to hum a song, the one Feliciano always sang. I even sang a bit. Ah singing, I loved it so much. I loved to sing, dance, and paint; I even liked to clean. That's right, C-L-E-A-N-I-N-G! It was rare for me to do any of these things, since I was never as good as Feliciano.
Every time I sing, I swear I break someone's ear drums. When dancing, I always step on someone's foot or trip over my own. Damn my two left feet, how the hell can I call myself an Italian hunk and not be able to dance? I'm a disgrace! Ahem, and more importantly, when I clean I always make a bigger mess than I initially started with. Feliciano was perfect, especially compared to me, not that anyone ever remembered about his brother.
That was me, the useless Southern half of Italy. Forgotten and unwanted in this cruel, and may I say, ugly world.
This was one of those rare moments where I could care less about not being as good as my brother. I actually felt nice while singing.
"Tienes un voz somo un angel.*" I heard someone say. The voice was soft and had a thick accent. A Spanish accent in fact! I never met a Spaniard, I kept to myself way too much.
The voice made me stop instantly. The hell I was going to sing in front of anyone except my brother! I asked, "What does that mean?" to the voice. I slowly looked up and I swear, YES I SWEAR, my jaw dropped. I quickly closed it of course, not wanting to look like a total moron.
I could feel the man's bright green eyes staring at me, perfectly framed by his messy, yet very stylish, brown hair. Damn, I bet he could get a lot of women. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from him, after all you're not Italian unless you get all the women (and not like that you pervert).
I only met his eyes briefly, and quickly looked away. It's really rude to stare at someone, and this guy needed that memo. Who the hell did he think he was?
"I'll tell you one day." He responded, and added a smile. Damn, those teeth were about to blind me. And that accent, it was so heavy even though he spoke in English.
I wanted to say something else, no idea what, but my genius brother interrupted me. "Now that you two are comfortable, let me introduce you! Big brother, I- don't scowl at me! Ahem, big brother I would like you to meet Spain, A.K.A. Toni~." He said, in a very high voice, and motioned for me to shake Spain's hand. I extended my hand towards him.
"Spain, this is my big brother Romano, A.K.A. Lovi~." I glared at my idiot brother when he said that. I hated that stupid pet name. It's Lovino to that bastard.
Spain took my hand while I was distracted, but he didn't shake it. Oh no, this bastard decided to piss me off on day number one! Instead, he lifted my hand towards his face and kissed it gently, like he would for a woman. A WOMAN! I am a man, dammit! "Lovi, is it? Hmm, you have such soft hands." He said.
"Don't call m-me that! And don't say things l-like that you, you bastard!" I blurted out. My face began to heat up as I looked away and jerked my hand back. The Spaniard began to burst out in laughter.
That was the day I met Antonio (his human name I would never say to his face). The scene replays in my head everyday, but I don't know why.
Maybe, just maybe because he was the first person.
Yes, the first person outside of my country to truly be nice to me.
Not because of Grandpa's money, because he wanted to.
"Lovino, get up. It's such a beautiful day today." Feliciano cheered as he drew the curtains, letting the blazing sunlight fall on my face.
Stupid sun, go take a damn hike! I sat up and glared at my brother. "Why did you wake me up so early, bastard?" I hissed out.
I got my lifeless body up and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. As I washed my face I could hear Feliciano happily sing while cleaning my room. "What a moron." I muttered as I combed my hair, carefully avoiding my curl. (Don't ask what will happen if I touched my curl, just don't ask dammit) Once I was done, I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"I'll have breakfast done in a bit, Feliciano." I called out.
I expected an over excited and hungry Italian to yell out what he wanted to eat, but there was no response. I was about to go search for the idiot when I saw a note on the table. It read:
"Dear Big Brother,
Ludwig, er I mean Germany called while you were getting ready. He and Japan were having a meeting and told me to get there right away. I knew you wouldn't want to come, so I didn't bother to ask. I'll be back sometime tomorrow. Also, so you won't be lonely, I called a friend to stop by and keep you company. Have fun!
~Feliciano Vargas"
I instantly tore up the letter. "Why does he have anything to do with that potato lover?" I yelled out. I tried to take deep breaths to calm myself down, but it didn't help.
Hated, I hated Germany. He was just going to hurt my little brother, like they all do. Like everyone else, he was Grandpa's money to get all the power he had.
They're all gold digging back stabbers. You can't trust anyone. No one will hurt me! I'm too strong. Plus, to hurt me you have to know me. No one knew me.
I only had Feliciano, and that's all I needed. R-right?
Yeah, that's all I needed, my younger brother. It would be nice to have more friends, but that's not happening.
There was a sudden rustling sound behind me. Hell? "F-Feliciano?" I turned slowly, read to run at the first sign of danger. I sighed in relief when I saw who it was. "Toni, don't scare me like t-that! Not that I w-was scared or anything." I said to my turtle.
I walked over to him and grabbed his food. The soft brown turtle began to munch on his food. He actually looked adorable.
"I was wrong, I also have you Toni." I said with a small smile. He was the only person aside from Felciaino who ever saw me smile. And even though he couldn't respond, I know the feeling mutual and he was smiling back. I just knew.
Since the first day I met Toni, I knew he would be my friend.
After all, he was given to my by a sorta friend, Antonio.
Next chapter we'll visit when Lovino received Toni and be introduced to the plot!
So you're not confused, some name help.
North Italy: Feliciano (and others but I won't be using them).
South Italy: Romano, Lovino, & Lovi.
Spain: Anotonio, & Toni.
When more characters enter the story I shall add their names.
Also for the Spanish, I shall translate since I speak it very well.
"You have a voice of an angel.*"
