disclaimer: I don't own it. (Hetalia)

A/N: Haiiii~~~ XD This is the second chapter of my Spamano fic~ We're now in Florida, and it's actually real nice here... ('cept our hotel sort of sucks, but... I'm fine XD) We're going to New York tomorrow, so I decided to post this, cuz I'll be really tired, I guess...Sorry I forgot to add the translations last chapter, I wasn't feeling well, and I just wrote down the story for my cousin to write down and publish, cuz... well... I was really excited to publish this story, so.. yeah. XD here they are:

Spaciente- Sorry

fratello- brother

Perfetto- perfect

Cazzo- fuck

Fusososososo~~~ I'm glad you're enjoying the fic so far *turns around to see a blank wall of nothingness* ahahahaha... Though it's not as if this fic is actually catching much attention anyways... I'll try harder! ' 3 '

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You Know You're In Denial When...

Chapter 2- You want something done right.

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Let me tell you... My day absolutely sucked. And I know every single fucking day of my life sucks, (well, except for the time they served free pasta in that really good Italian restaurant...But that's another story!) But this is way too much. Let me explain:

The whole time, after that Physics class earlier, that stupid Spanish bastard followed me wherever I went. To the library, to my locker, To mi fratello's classroom... He even followed me to the fucking restroom, for fuck's sake! And he's currently following me to the cafeteria right now. I swear; doesn't he have anything better to do? This guy is really testing my(already short) temper. Huh. And I thought no one could be more annoying than Francis. I stopped walking and turned around quickly, just to face the stupidly cheerful bastard's stupidly cheerful face. Was he just radiating an air of gayness? I swear, If I had a gaydar with me right now, it would be turned on high. N-not that I'm interested in knowing his interests, after all.

" Oi, Lovi~ Why did you stop walking?"

" Oh, it's nothing special. I just stepped on your (non-existant) brain cells." I had to roll my eyes at this guy's stupidity. Not even a whole day yet of knowing me, yet he was really clingy.

" Ah~ Is that so?" The idiot. Che. He didn't even know I was using sarcasm.

" No, you retard! Stop following me!"

" Eh? But why, mi querida~?" Either I was red from frustration, or from what he said. I-if I'm not mistaken, he called me his- Dammit. The bastard had the guts to pout!

" C-cause it's creepy; That's what."

" But you're cute, Lovi~" Damn bastardo. I-i'm not cute! I'm reallly manly, see? I've dated many girls back in the day!... But I never accepted any of them. But I'll reserve that story for another time, though.

" Dammit, do you have shit for brains, or are you just doing it on purpose?" And no, I wasn't blushing, mind you!

I tried to focus on another object; Anything but his oh, so gorgeous eyes and tanned fa-

Aw, look, the Student Council Vice President Kiku Honda is standing on his tippy-toes just to reach his food on the cafeteria counter...The tiny shrimp. Wait, is that the president trying to help him out? Oh, look at that; they brushed hands together... And they're both blushing... Stupid Brit. Stupid Jap. Try getting a room somewhere, you lustful bastards! But come to think of it, Arthur did have the same green eyes as Anto-

WHAT THE FUCK?

After 3 minutes of hardcore head-banging, I started to feel really embarrassed, for the same Spanish bastard I was thin-plotting against a while ago was staring at me with bright, green eyes. I swear, I wanted to smack myself for seriously thinking that he would actually leave me. Oh well... I actually l-like his company, anyways... Not that I'd ever admit it, ever!

"Um... Lovino?" I stopped, when the bastard suddenly said my name, with a confused look on his face. Hmm... So that's how it sounded like when he said my name... I wonder how it would sound like when he moans it ou-

"Ma che cazzo!"

"Er... When will you stop banging your hermosa cabeza against the wall? You're going to hurt yourself, dios mio!"

I glared at him, hoping that stupid,and oh so beautiful grin of his would disappear. And it didn't. I expected it anyways, bastard! I huffed, turned away from him, with crossed arms, and closed eyes. Not to forget a very red face... Because of anger, dammit!

"Zitto e lasciami in pace, bastardo! "

Damn. he sure made me angry, for him to make me yell at him in Italian. And no one sure wants to see Lovino Vargas angry. I turned around again and opened my eyes to see his scared and pale face, begging for mercy and groveling before me. I opened my mouth to prepare to laugh in his miserable face, but... his face wasn't miserable at all. WTF?Is this guy dense, or just retarded? I felt my facce flush even more, as his happy grin twisted into a more sly one. Stupid bastard.

"¿ Pero mi amor, eres tan divertido e interesante de ver. Dame la oportunidad deconocerte más, por favor?" I grit my teeth some more, (No, I didn't whimper from the slight pain; I'm not a wuss, dumbass!) and growled. How. dare. he.

"Come ti permetti, stronzo incompetente! Sei un frocio o qualcosa del genere? " I practically yelled, despite the nasty looks I got from our neighbors, and the pleadingly pathetic look I got from my nearby brother. Che. Wuss.

"Feisty ... Eso me gusta. " I rolled my eyes, and once more, sighed. I finally gave up, and let him follow me around some more. It...It's kind of, well, cute... actually. Hell, no! Antonio's not cute! He's actually really gorgeous... Now I sound like a love-struck teenage girl... God. Speaking of teenage girls... Somewhere, in between today, I saw him with another girl, from Spain, I guess. His girlfriend, probably? Of course, a guy like him would have at least one (or more) girlfriend/s.

"Oi, bastard." His ears perked up suddenly, and I felt myself snort a little.

" Yeah, you. I have a question to ask of you, by the way." Antonio smirked slyly at my inquiry... bastard.

" Oh? I thought you wanted me to leave you alone, just earlier? Now you ask me questions?"

" Yeah, yeah, don't really care... Don't you have a girlfriend, or something?"

" Oh, you mean Clara? Yes, She is mi amante . Why do you ask?" I felt my heart sink somewhat. But why?

"Oh. It's nothing. j-just curious, I guess..."

The Spaniard chuckled, and ruffled my hair slightly, barely missing my delicate curl. I flushed tomato red, skillfully averting my eyes from his gaze, looking down at my shoes... And that's when he pulled slightly at my haircurl. Chigi! My breathing became a bit ragged and heavy, my face becoming even redder. Dammit; These pants sure were tight... Stupid Armani guys. Not getting my measurements right... I hope. No, I won't get turned on by this bastard...

" Ah, I guess you deserve to know... After all, you are my precious friend, Lovi." He smiled warmly at me, probably unaware of what my haircurl is. I headbutted him slightly, making him chuckle again. And deep, deep down, I felt an empty feeling at the pit of my stomach. Friends... Of course, we're friends! Yes..

"-ds.." Antonio stopped chuckling, and bent down to my level (He's too tall, dammit!) to catch what I had said.

" I said: I guess I want to be friends..." He smiled at me, making me blush again... And that's when I realized something.

I'm falling for him.

We started to walk together going to our next class, (which we were together in, again.) when he grabbed my hand tenderly, and placed it in his hand, holding it firmly, yet gently. It was a nice feeling, the way his hand was so warm, and my hand fit in his hand so perfectly, the way my fingers filled the gaps between his so snugly... I ffelt a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart, my face warm. Then, the bastard had to ruin the mood.

" Lovi... What's that in your pants?"

Chigi.

Kyaaa~~~ So much fluff... Here are the translations:

mi querida -my dear

"Ma che cazzo!" - "What the fuck!"

hermosa cabeza - pretty head

"Zitto e lasciami in pace, bastardo!" - "Shut up and leave me alone, you bastard!"

"¿ Pero mi amor, eres tan divertido e interesante de ver. Dame la oportunidad deconocerte más, por favor?" - "But my love, you're so funny and interesting to watch. Give me a chance again, please?"

"Come ti permetti, stronzo incompetente! Sei un frocio o qualcosa del genere? " - "How dare you, incompetent asshole! You're a fag or something?"

Feisty ... Eso me gusta. - Feisty. I like that.

mi amante- My lover

I hope my Spanish is correct! I'm not that good at Spanish, and I used googletranslate for my Italian. Please let me know if there are some mistakes...

Please review! Thanks for reading!