AN: Hey guys! Thank you guys so much for reviewing/following/favoriting the last chapter! I'm so glad y'all like it, because I was really nervous since this is my first Multi-Chapter Fanfiction. So, got the day off today and tomorrow (Due to snow, YAY MOTHER NATURE!) which I'm very happy about, and I thought that I could post this! :) By the way, in case anyone was wondering, the tittle means The Beautiful Italian Mother, the name of Romulus's restaurant. Also, you may or may not see Spain/Antonio in this chapter, you will have to read and find out! So, onto Chapter two of La Bella Madre Italiana! Italics- Dreams and thoughts.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the show, if I did, there would be a lot more showings of the side characters, and longer episodes :)

"Are you Romulus Vargas?" Lovino Vargas looked around, and saw himself answering the phone, hearing the voice of the police man on the other end. He started to panic, and tried to get his past self to hang the phone, but in the end, could do nothing about it, and watched with tears streaming down his face. The Italian knew he could do nothing to change what was about to happen, after all, this was a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. Trust him, he's tried countless times before. Lovnio saw his grandfather and brother come into the room as his past self let go of the phone and slid to the ground in shock. But, instead of his family asking what was wrong like all those years ago, Lovnio braced himself for the upcoming words that Feliciano and Romulus always said in his nightmare. He watched as his brother slapped him, and with a smirk asked "Why the hell are you so weak? Stupid fratello, you really think that I loved you or cared about you? Yeah right, like anyone could ever give a shit about you. It was probably YOUR fault that our parents died in the first place!" Suddenly, Lovino wasn't watching himself, but was instead, on the ground where his past self had been, shaking with tears and fear for what was going to come next. "No! It's not true! They died in a fucking car accident, how is that my fault!?" He tried to defend himself, but Feliciano just laughed with fake innocence, as his grandfather stepped up to Lovnio. His brown eyes shining with tears and fury. "How dare you kill my daughter? It's your own fault they're dead. They were probably arguing on how to give you up! No one liked you anyways, you should be more like your brother, at least he's nice! Isabelle and Carlo loved him more than anything! You were their mistake, no wonder they were arguing about you! You are a disgrace and no one will EVER love you!" Lovino continued to cry, seeing that he could do nothing else, while his family laughed at him.

"NO!" Lovino shouted as he woke up from the nightmare he had almost every night. He sat up, gasping for air seeing as he had none. His whole body was covered in sweat, tears silently running down his face. He sighed, wiped his eyes, and listened to see if he had woken anyone up. Thankfully, everyone was fast asleep, and he held his head in his hands, waiting for the adrenaline running through his veins to fade.

'It's not your fault damn it. Feliciano loves you, and everything is okay. It was just a shitty nightmare, and it isn't real.' Lovino thought to himself over and over, as he did every night. Thankfully, when these nightmares first showed up, he gave his family earplugs, telling them he snored and wouldn't want to wake anyone up in the middle of the night.

Everyone still lived in his mothers house, even though Feliciano and Lovnio were old enough to get their own apartments, being 18 and 19. But, they were both attached to this house, and the memories it held, and their grandfather, Romulus, was more than okay with his grandsons staying here. Even Romulus's Ex-Wife, Letizia, lived in the house, even though they've been divorced since Lovino was 17.

Lovino knew that they tried to stay married, and so did Feliciano, but the death of their daughter drove them apart. However, they were still close, and were friends, and since Letizia couldn't find a place to stay, the rest of the Vargas family were more than happy to let her stay here. The elder Italian looked towards his alarm clock, and groaned seeing that it was six in the morning. Lovino really didn't have to get up until eight, since the restaurant he worked at opened up at nine-thirty, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

The restaurant where he worked as a waiter was actually the one his grandfather owned, La Bella Madre Italiana. He loved working there, since every once and a while, when his brother was sick, he got to cook delicious food. However, when he wasn't doing that, he had to deal with annoying customers, and actually be NICE to them! He would much rather cook the food than serve it, but his brother and cousin, Francis, had that job. Since there was only two other waiters, he had to help out, since his grandfather was so short on staff.

The only girl who worked there, was Joan, who worked with Lovino. She had short, blonde hair, and a sweet, but fierce personality. She had several scars on her face, which were from her being in the French Army. Joan didn't want to fight anymore, since she had served for France for 10 years, and had enough heart-ache to last anyone a life time. So, she came to Italy looking for a job, and had found this. She and Lovino became friends instantly, and they had both opened up to each other. Joan became an almost motherly figure towards the harsh Italian, even thought she was only a couple of years older than him. She was one of the few people who had seen past Lovino's cruel exterior, and saw him for what he truly was, understanding that he was only protecting himself in a way.

The other waiter, was none other than Lovino's best friend, Matthew. He was a shy Canadian, with blonde hair that almost reached his chin, with a weird curl that spiraled from the top of his head, to the bottom of his chin. He didn't really stand out much, and he was always mistaken for his twin, Alfred. Matthew and Lovino had met after his parents died, and had connected instantly. Both of their parents had died, they were in their brother's shadows, they both loved music and reading, and loved cute things. Though no one knew that last part besides Joan. The three became best friends, and had all gone through a lot of shit through their lives, but had survived.

'Honestly, if it wasn't for them, I probably would be dead by now.' Lovino thought to himself, as he got out of bed, and went to take a shower to wake up his tired brain and body. Yes, Lovino had his grandparents and his brother, and he did love them all, but they didn't understand why Lovino blamed himself for their parents deaths. They didn't get why he went through all of that shitty depression for years, but Matthew and Joan knew, they understood why he was so harsh. Now, his family did too, and saw that he was a kind person on the inside, but not to the extent that his friends did.

To Lovino, Joan and Matthew were his family too. The Italian jumped in the shower when he deemed it hot enough, and sighed in happiness as he started to wash his hair and body. 10 minutes later, after he rinsed off all of the soap in his hair and body, he hopped out, and grabbed a towel. Lovino dried himself off, and walked to his room, thanking God that the bathroom was right next to his room, and that no one was up yet.

He opened his drawer, and grabbed a par of boxers with the Italian flag on them, and put in on. Yes, it had the Italian flag on them, because Italy was boss. Lovino then walked to his closet, grabbed a pair of nice, skinny dark jeans, and a black shirt that had a tomato on it. His brother had gotten it for him for his birthday last year, and he freaking loved it, since he also loved tomatoes. He put these things on, and went down stairs to grab something to eat. It was already eight thirty, and he cursed himself for spacing out earlier that morning after his nightmare.

"FELICIANO! Get your ass up, we got to leave soon, or grandpa will get pissed." Lovino shouted up stairs, and laughed slightly when he heard a faint "Coming fratello!" 5 minutes later, his brother came running down stairs, and grabbed the plate of left over pasta that Lovino had made for him, thanking him before saying a prayer, and eating. Lovnio started to eat too, and soon the brothers were done, throwing their plates in the sink. They both grabbed their phones, and ran to where the restaurant was, being only a five minute walk.

Feliciano started chatting to his brother, while Lovino silently listened, when they finally showed up at nine. Even though the restaurant only opened up at nine-thirty, they still had to help their grandfather and grandmother set up, cook the food, and all that kind of stuff. So, Feliciano grabbed the key he had to the restaurant, un locked the door, and opened it up, smiling when he saw Romulus and Letizia talking. He ran inside and hugged them, while Lovino walked in slowly, muttering how they saw them last night. Romulus grinned at his grandsons "Hey Feli! You ready to make some food? Lovi~ remember, think of your happy place if you get upset because of a customer, okay?"

Feliciano smiled more, and walked to the kitchen to put of his little chef hat, and apron, staring to cook the food that they would be serving today. Lovino sighed, and nodded, hoping that his friends would hurry up so he would have someone to talk to. At that moment, Francis, Joan, and Matthew walked through the door, and said hello to everyone. Francis currently had his arm around Joan's waist, making Lovino pissed, since he was very protective of his best friends.

See, Francis flirted with everyone he laid his eyes on, and had never committed, until he met Joan anyway. Francis fell in love as soon as she looked into his eyes, and the same thing had happened to her. So, they got together, and Francis never broke his commitment to Joan. However, Lovino still didn't trust him, and always kept a close eye on them. He sighed in relief when he saw Francis head to the kitchen to help his brother out. Matthew and Joan smiled when they saw Lovino, and they walked over to him. "Bonjour Lovi~ how are you today? You look a little tired, are you okay?" Joan asked sweetly, hugging him tightly.

She let go, and Matthew became slightly worried as he saw the bags under his friend's eyes. "Are you okay Lovino? Was it the nightmare again?" The Canadian asked shyly. The Italian groaned at his friends worrying, and said "I'm fine damn it! Come on, we have work to do, the restaurant is going to open in ten minutes. So, Lovino ran to the bathroom to put on his uniform, as did Matthew and Joan.

When they were dressed, they all got into their respectful places. Joan as the greeter, went to the front of the restaurant, a stack of menus in her hands. Lovino and Matthew went into the kitchen to talk, and waited for customers to come in. As usual, right at nine-thirty, a group of tourists walked in smiling at the smell of food. Thankfully, Joan could speak Italian, French, and English, so she was prepared when the customers started speaking English. "Hello! Welcome to La Bella Madre Italiana! Where would you like to sit?"

The group stared at a little girl in front of them, asking her where she wanted to sit. Lovino looked at them, sensing that they were a family. The only woman in the group seemed to be the mother, since the little girl said "Can we sit where we can see the big building mommy?" The mother instantly agreed, and Joan smiled at the young girl, thinking that she was adorable. When they sat down, Lovino walked over to the table to serve the family. He didn't feel annoyed for once, since he secretly loved kids. The rest of the day continued like this, Matthew and Lovino serving tables, Joan greeting new people, And Francis and Feliciano cooking.

At three in the afternoon, Francis became really excited, which freaked Lovino out. He walked into the kitchen to grab his table's order, as he saw Francis start to dance and squeal. "Ve~ Big brother Francis, why are you so happy?" Feliciano asked smiling at his cousin. "Well, mon cher, my best friends are coming back from a college trip from Spain, and they're coming home! We all three share a house together, and I have missed them dearly. But, they're coming here! I'm so excited to see mon amis again!"

Lovino rolled his eyes at his brother's ramblings on how he wanted to meet them, as he walked out to the main dining area, and put down the plates of food in front of his customers. Suddenly, Francis yelled "MES AMIS! BONJOUR!" as he ran to the front door, jumping on top of two guys, all of them falling to the ground. Lovino apologized to the people sitting at the table, and walked over to the pile of people at the front door. "Francis! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Lovino shouted, grabbing the French-man by the ear, and pulling him up. Joan and Matthew snickered at the sight.

"Ow Lovi~ I was just having a little fun!" The Italian fumed as he let him go, and pulled the other two guys as well. "Lovino, these are my two best friends, Joan, Matthew, Feliciano! Come meet them!" Francis shouted. Romulus told the rest of the customers, who already had their food, that they were closing early. The two men were standing there, laughing at their friend's actions. Lovnio finally got a good look of them. The first one was staring at his best friend Matthew, who was blushing at the attention. "This is Gilbert, he's pretty crazy, but I promise he means well." Francis joked as he pointed to the albino.

He grinned when his name was mentioned, and said "Hey guys! So, I'm the awesome Gilbert, and I'm friends with these two un-awesome people. By the way, you with the blonde hair, weird curl, and violet eyes. I'm totally single, and I hope you are too cutie." Gilbert winked, causing Matthew to blush even more, and smile as he stared at the ground.

Joan and Feliciano "awed" at the sight, while Lovino grabbed Matthew and pushed him behind himself, and he shouted "Hell no you bastard! He's not just someone you can just have a one night stand with!" Matthew blushed at these words, while everyone else laughed. The other man coughed, and said "Hola I'm Antonio! I love tomatoes and turtles, and I hope we can all be friends!"

Lovnio finally looked at Antonio, and started to blush. The man had dark brown hair, and bright, emerald green eyes. He was obviously Spanish, due to his accent and how tanned he was. Matthew saw the look on Lovino's face, and started to snicker, knowing that he was obviously interested. Antonio looked at him, his eyes shining even brighter than before. Lovnio blushed more, as he got butterflies in his stomach. 'What the hell is wrong with me? I just met the guy and I already have a crush on him?!'

He was screwed. Fuck.

AN: Hello again! So yeah that was chapter two, long as hell but worth it :) Took forever to type out though. So, we finally met Antonio! More details about him later, I promise. But, I'm thinking about posting chapter three on next Friday maybe? Anyway, thank you guys again for liking this story, and until the next chapter or story, Peace!

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PS-Hola, just here to do some minor editing with spelling and grammar and such! *waves*