.: ~ Warning ~ :.

~I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters

~No copyright infringement, this is purely for my - and the readers - entertainment.

~It will get graphic in later chapters, I do have a story planned for this; it will not just be smut {as much as we all looove smut c;}

~Not all updates will be this fast

~I hope it is a better update then the last.

You're Him?!

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The blonde before him narrowed his green eyes, a dark flames of a new found hate flickering in them. Antonio could feel this foreign pain slowly creep through him. The pain was like an invisible beast with razor sharp claws, making sure to sing them into his heart and inject him with an internal fire. His green orbs flickered with sheer sadness as the one before him removed the ring from his finger and threw it at the ground in front of him,

"Just get the bloody hell out of my house, Antonio! We are finished! I never want to see your stupid face ever again!" That thick accent hissed at him. His green eyes were almost like liquid pools of emerald at this point, the edges brimming with the tears he so desperately tried to fight off. The pain only dug deeper, planting the flames of pain in his heart. It was a terrible scene to witness and feel. The feeling in the back of your throat, the sting behind your eyes when you are fighting off tears. The way his body shook ever so slightly and his chest felt like it was slowly being ripped out. Seeing the love of his life say he hated him, the hate in his eyes, the bitterness in his voice.

This was no joke.

Antonio stood straight and gave a small nod. Taking a shaky breath he said in a soft voice, "Very well. I will leave. You .. You'll never have to see me again, I'll leave you alone as you wish", and with that he turned away and removed his own ring, placing it on the table by the door. He grabbed the handle and turned it slowly, stepping through the door, simply letting it fall shut behind him.

Waking with a start, Antonio clutched the beige fabric of top he wore to bed;fingers curling into the cloth and gripping it tightly. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his eyes were in sheer pain. The heat in his body had risen due to the nightmare, and his forehead lightly gleamed with sweat. Suddenly the rush hit him hard and he fell back down, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. 'why am I dreaming of him again...?' the Spaniard wondered before he sat up slowly. This was sheer torture, he seriously needed to get his mind out of the gutters and find some serious work.

•

Finally all cleaned up and refreshed, the dark haired man sat back on his couch. Slinging one arm over the back he turned on the tv and started to flip through the channels. Each time he skipped he remembered just how much his ex hated when he did that.

"God damn, Antonio! Just pick a bloody channel!" The blonde laughed next to him. His eyes were soft and full of humor. Smiling at the other he let his lips lightly meet the others soft cheek,

"Yes, your highness," he would tease. He loved how frustrated the other could get. The best part was he could tick him off and then make him forget what he was upset about, all in a matter of minutes. He simply adored the other, the way he smiled and cuddled up closer, just enjoying the silence. He would then leave I on a cooking channel to bug the other, their relationship was simply perfect.

With a tiny chuckle he shook his head and continued to flip through his channels. That was the past, a place he seriously needed to stop visiting so often. Shifting around the couch he tried to get comfortable as he continued on his quest for a show to watch.

With a aspirated sigh he keep flipping though the channels, unsuccessful in finding a show that was to his liking. Finally a new sound erupted from his phone making him jump. Laughing at himself he leaned over and picked up,

"¿Hola?" He paused before he cleared his throat, "hello," he corrected himself. Sometimes his native tongue slipped out, but luckily he managed to correct himself.

"Hello, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo?"

"Si, that would be me." He responded. This was either someone who needed him to produce music, or someone calling to pester him.

Oh right! Antonio is a big time producer. He was once a highly recommended music producer, and he had made a lot of money from it. He would travel and make sure his clients were doing good, and made sure their music was selling. He had it all pretty good until he fell in love with one man. After he fell in love, he only produced his music, and he made him one of the biggest stars out there. Then their relationship went downhill; from there Antonio lost a lot of clients and was left without a job for a while.

"Ah! Perfect! You see my client is in need of a new producer, the last one decided he was done, and we can't put it his new album without a producer. Would you be interested?" The voice on the other end asked. It was the voice a a young lady, she almost sounded fearful, and a bit stressed out. Well he needed the work, and she sounded like they really needed the help. Smiling he opened a notepad and took a pen,

"Sure thing! What's the address, I can be there today!" He said, the smile on his face was easy enough to hear in his voice. Taking time to work with this new client was the perfect thing to help him ear his mind!

"Oh thank you so much!" The woman said, it sounded like it was jut one breath, almost like she had been holding her breath this whole time. The relief so so clear as she told him the address. He smiled writing down the address and be time he was to be there. "This means so much, thanks again!"

With that the lady hung up. Antonio took a deep breath, pulling his hands pressed together, to his mouth. Tapping his hands lightly against his nose with his thumbs on his chin he let out a long breath.

•

Upon his arrival, Antonio finally got in the gates and parked his car near the entrance to the huge place. The building was two stories tall, and had a very simply white paint job. Despite the large entrance there where two wings to the building, not super long but they were very noticeable. The gardens were lovely and growing strong. The smell of the plants that bordered the place as strong, but was easily over powered by a smell coming from inside. The smell was almost like tomato sauce, not a little, but a lot.

Either way, taking in the sight was rather distracting and Antonio finally got a hold of himself. Looking over the door he found the doorbell and pressed it. Taking a step back the Spaniard rocked back on his heels with his bag in front of him. His green eyes wondered the building once again taking it in. This place was very nice, but it was simple. He turned his head quickly to the door as it opened up and soft blue eyes met his,

"Antonio! Hello and welcome! Come right in!" the woman said with a warm smile. Opening the door even wider her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Stepping back she opened the door more and gestured for him to come in, with a sweet smile. He had to admit, he felt very welcomed in the place. Stepping in he nodded a thanks before he removed his shoes and admired the interior designing. The place was even more beautiful on the inside. The walls were a very creamy beige, and the entrance was very open, with large entrances to other rooms, as well as a large stairwell.

The walls had a light grey that trimmed it all, and it just came together. The owner of this home had very good taste and in all honesty, Antonio was rather excited to met his new client. As he was admiring the room he heard the woman's voice tell him to follow her, so he did. Turning he followed her into the room to the right, which was a large living room. The furniture was a light brown, as well as the other couch and the few other chairs that went with the set. In the middle of the group of seats was a large, round, dark brown coffee table.

His gaze finally landing on the woman who was now seated he felt rather stupid. He had been so lost in admiring the room he had almost forgotten what his original purpose was for coming there. With a nervous chuckle he made his way over to her and he sat down.

"Antonio, I am Valarie, I work for a young star who is still starting out. His last producer.. he kinda quite. He just couldn't take it.." she said introducing herself, and trying to explain their situation. He felt a smile tug at his lips, she was clearly trying to find a way to explain it so that Antonio wouldn't leave them like the last guy. Lifting a hand before she could say much more he shook his head, the smile breaking free,

"Val, don't worry! Tell me everything. I will take the job, I can handle anything, I need to know what I am working with though." he said before he laughed lightly. The other seemed to be embarrassed, almost like she had been caught trying to steal money from a bank. She was an air head, that was all he could describe her as.

"W-well you see, Lovino is a very .. rebellious young man. Not even, he is head strong and hates being old what to do. He was overdue for an album and he decided he didn't want to do it, so once he finally got it done, the producer said he wanted something changed.. well.. Lovino turned around and flipped out on him, and he couldn't take it anymore and he quiet." she said looking down at her hands. Her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt, almost as if she was ashamed of this. Antonio listened and started to chuckle.

"Why the hell is he in my house!?" a sharp voice snapped. Looking over, the two of them noticed the young man standing in the entrance looking at them both, his brown eyes burning with anger. Those brown locks that hung over his shoulder and the now - much more - noticeable brown curl. Antonio froze where he was, his eyes taking in the sight. Lovino Vargas was his new client?!

'Shit, shit, shit!' Antonio repeated in his head. He was so going to have to many problems with this client. Letting his eyes taking in the sight before him, he knew right then and there this was not going to be easy. He wore a loose white tank top, and a pair of baggy denim shorts. The way his arms were set on his hips and he tapped his foot, he was clearly a trouble maker and someone who wasn't easy to please.

"Well! Someone say something!" He snapped, his brows furrowing into a cold scowl. Deciding to would be best to simply act on this in a professional manner, Antonio stood and gave a warm smile. His eyes lit up and he gave a nod, "I am Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and I have been asked to come and be your new producer." The look that met those words was simply priceless. The cold face literately dropped. The look of complete confusion took over the cold young man. Antonio wished someone had a picture of that face! His eyes wondered over him, trying to wonder if he was telling the truth, then to Val who still sat there.

"Y-your, Antonio.. the guy who produced Arthur Kirkland's music, and Gilbert Beilschmidt?!" The Italian said, his voice getting louder. He simply could not believe the fact that the stupid idiot he had met the other night after the concert was now his producer. Lovino felt as if he had majorly screwed up, thought there was no hints of vengeance or anything in a negative nature on the others face. But that made him wonder, he looked so happy and innocent, it was just too perfect to be true.

"Yes, that is me! so you are familiar with my work, hmm?" he responded with a light laugh. Sure they didn't met very well the other night, and all of this was very unexpected. But he was known and by the expression on Lovino's face and his past experience's, it looked like he had gotten what he came here for, a job. The other looked like he wanted to say something, something foul, but he was at a lost for words, it was so adorable.

"How about you two go out for dinner tonight, get to know each other. Its better to get to know who it is your going to be working with, don't you agree?" Val finally said from her seat on the couch. Lovino's eyes widened and he was about to protest before Antonio nodded and spoke up,

"sure, that sounds like the perfect idea~"

~I hope you enjoyed this

~This is far from the end

~I have a lot planned for these two

~There will be a lot of drama, and a lot of fluff after a while, but don't think Roma is gunna get soft!

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