I just posted the prologue yesterday, but I ended up finishing this like, ten minutes ago, so here's the next chapter! I wanted to make it a bit longer, but I felt like there was too much time skipping in this chapter. The chapter is basically an introduction to the twins and how Lovino has changed as a human. This won't show any of Lovino's relationships with any humans, but those will come in later.

So anyway, things you should know.

-I don't own Hetalia.

-I am a PruCan fan, so I may or may not add that in somewhere. Be warned if you don't like that ship.

-I don't live in Italy or Spain and I know nothing about those two countries, so if I get my facts about Italy or Spain wrong, please feel free to ignore me. I try to do research to stay as accurate as possible, but I won't get them right all the time.

-Even though Veneziano is technically Italy now, I will still refer to him as Veneziano because that was his original name and quite frankly, I didn't realize I was supposed to type Italy rather than Veneziano and I'm too lazy to change it.

-Don't expect regular updates. I get cases of writer's block A LOT so I might not update for months at a time. For that, I apologize in advance.

Chapter 1

"What do you want Veneziano?" Lovino asked immediately upon answering his phone as he stirred the pasta cooking in front of him.

"Veee~ It's been a while since we've talked fratello!" Veneziano exclaimed on the other end of the phone. "You rarely answer my calls!" Lovino sighed and turned off the stove.

"I've been busy, Vene," he said tiredly. "The kids are a handful and they're starting kindergarten in a few months. I'm a single father and I need to work if I want to pay for their food, their education, and our house."

"You can just borrow money from me, you know," Veneziano said. Lovino shook his head, although he knew that his brother couldn't see it.

"I can't do that," he told him. "I need to actually be able to care for myself and my kids every once in a while. I have to stop being lazy all the time if I want to be able to get by." He could hear Veneziano gasp mockingly and he rolled his eyes.

"Wow, you're actually trying to work!" He said in fake awe. "And you haven't sworn once!"

"The kids are in the room next to me!" Lovino said. "I can't use that language in front of them! I actually do care about them you know. They're my children." He poured the pasta and pasta sauce onto three plates and placed them on the dining room table with the pots in the middle of the table.

"It's not like they don't already know swear words," Veneziano pointed out. "You don't exactly censor yourself that often." Lovino rolled his eyes.

"What did you really call me for?" He asked. "Kids, dinner is ready!"

"Right, well, Matteo and Alfie are in Italy with me right now," Veneziano began. "We're going to be taking a plane to Spain because there's a World Meeting there! We accidentally got three extra tickets, so we're giving them to you and the little bambini!"

"WHAT?" Lovino shouted in surprise, almost dropping his phone in the pasta.

"Yep, so you're going to Spain!" Veneziano laughed. "The tickets should arrive tomorrow! The date and time are on them! And you have to go! I already told Matthew and Alfred and we haven't seen each other in a long time! Oh! I have to go! Ciao Lovi~!"

"That wasn't a damn accident was it you fucking-?!" Lovino stopped when he heard the phone click. He heard giggles from behind him and turned to find his two precious children laughing at him from the doorway.

Dante Vargas was the older twin. He had slightly wavy dark brown hair and hazel eyes that were the same shade as Lovino's. He was very cheery all the time, but he also had a sailor mouth on him, courtesy of his father. His words sometimes caused Lovino to get disapproving looks, but he paid no attention to them. He was also very trusting towards strangers, which had almost gotten him kidnapped at some point before Lovino threatened the guy.

Chiara Vargas was the younger twin. She had long, curly hair that was reddish-brown, like Lovino's, and she had green eyes. Like her father, there was a small curl sticking out on the left side of her head. She was about as mature as a five year old could possibly be, but she was still relatively peppy, although she does have anger issues like her father and was easily embarrassed by public affection. Unlike her brother, she disliked swearing, but tolerated it as long as it wasn't in front of strangers. She was less trusting than her brother, often dragging him away before he could accept candy from strangers, which had been a relief to Lovino.

"Was that Zio Veneziano?" Chiara asked. "You say bad words when Zio calls." The kids knew about how Lovino used to be a nation, as he couldn't possibly keep something like that away from his kids for long, and had promised to keep it a secret. They didn't know why their papa decided to become human, but it didn't really matter. They didn't want to have responsibilities as nations, so it was fine with them that they weren't nations.

Lovino sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"Sit down and then I'll tell you," he told them. They obediently sat in the chairs across from him and looked at him expectantly. "Your uncles bought us tickets to go to Spain. They're arriving in the mail tomorrow. You don't have to go if-" He was cut off by excited cheering.

"We're going to Spain, we're going to Spain!" The twins chanted together. Lovino sighed and smiled slightly.

"Alright, I guess we're going to Spain then," he said. "Now eat your pasta before it gets cold. I have churros heating in the microwave."

"Churros, churros!" The twins cheered. "Thank you Papa!" Lovino laughed.

"You're welcome, bambini," he said, teasingly calling them babies. Chiara pouted.

"I'm not a baby anymore, Papa!" She whined. "Dante might still be a baby, but I'm not!"

"Yeah!" Dante agreed. "Wait, I'm not a baby! I'm older than you!" Chiara stuck her tongue out at him and Lovino laughed at the two.

"Eat," he told them. Chiara and Dante stuck their tongues out at one another once more before eating their pasta.

That dinner was a peaceful and cheerful one.


The next morning, Lovino checked the mail, and sure enough, the tickets were there. They were going to Spain the next day at 3:30 AM. Lovino had groaned when he read that, because he did not like waking up early. He had enough of that when he had to deal with the twins always crying in the middle of the night in their first three years. It was even worse for him due to the fact that he was a single father.

The twins had immediately begun packing as soon as they heard and were throwing things to each other across the room for them to pack. It was amazing how in sync they were. Lovino just watched, amused, until he remembered that he'd have to call his brother to ask how long they would be there.

"Oh, the meeting is only a week, but it was recommended that we arrive a week prior and then we spend the rest of the month to relax and have fun!" Veneziano told him happily. This made the children even more ecstatic while Lovino desperately hoped that he wouldn't run into any nations that weren't his brother and best friends. He didn't want to have to deal with explaining why he had the same last name as Veneziano.

After calling Veneziano, he called his work to tell them that he was going on vacation. His boss had immediately let him go, because she said that he worked too hard and needed a break and time to spend with his family. Lovino was grateful that his boss was such a kind woman.


The day after, Lovino woke up the kids and took a cab to the airport, where Veneziano, Canada, and America were waiting for him.

"Dude, I haven't seen you in forever!" America shouted as he tackled Lovino a hug once he saw him. "How've you been?"

"Get off me bastard," Lovino said, pushing him off of him. "I've been fine. I've just been taking care of these two troublemakers." He gave a mock glare to his grinning children.

"Hello Lovino," Canada said politely, smiling. "We've been fine too. Nothing has really changed all that much."

"Zio Mattie!" The twins cried as they hugged his legs. "We missed you!" America pouted at the fact that the children liked his brother more than him. It was only natural, though, because America could get a bit overwhelming while Canada was calm and polite with the children.

"Ve~, I'm so glad you came!" Veneziano cried, launching himself at Lovino.

"Off!" He shouted, pushing his brother away from him. "Dio, what is up with you and Alfred constantly hugging me?"

"It's fun, Lovi!" Veneziano laughed. "I'm glad to see you're happy! So… have you found anyone yet?" Lovino's mood instantly went down the drain and he shook his head.

"No, I'm too busy with the kids to try," he said. "Why did you have to make me remember him?" Veneziano frowned and hugged his brother comfortingly.

"Ve, I'm sorry, fratello," he said. "I wasn't thinking." After a while, he pulled away.

"Papa, are you alright?" Dante asked worriedly, noticing how upset Lovino was. Lovino gave him a shaky smile and nodded.

"I'm fine, bambino," he said, leaning down to his height and kissing the top of his head. "Just a few bad memories from my time as a nation."

"I hope you aren't lying Papa," Chiara said, frowning. Lovino laughed and kissed the top of her head too. Chiara squirmed and moved away from him.

"I'm not, Chi, honest," he told her.

"Pinky swear?" Chiara asked, holding out her pinky. Lovino wrapped his pinky around hers.

"Pinky swear," he said. Chiara nodded and smiled.

"Okay then!" She said happily. "When are we getting on the plane, Papa?" Lovino looked at the time on his phone.

"Just ten more minutes," he told her. "Can you two wait that long?" Dante and Chiara nodded and began running around.

"Ah, don't just go off like that, you two!" Canada whisper-yelled as he ran after them. The twins just laughed and ran away from him.

"They love teasing their Uncle Mattie, don't they?" Lovino said, amused. "How do they have this much energy at 3 AM? Then again…" He glanced at America. "I'm still wondering how you can have so much energy as well."


The plane ride was long, and the twins complained about how their ears hurt constantly and that they were bored, so like any good parent, Lovino did everything he could to make sure they felt okay. Occasionally, Lovino felt a kid kicking the back of his seat, but he couldn't do anything lest he wanted to get in trouble.

As soon as the family of three got to their hotel, they had collapsed on the beds and prepared for a long, long sleep.

And Lovino was dreading the rest of this vacation.