A.N. This is an idea I got from a review from a guest saying that the soul mate concept is stupid. The ships is SpaMano a request by TheCrazyItalian, and before I start, I want to thank all of you who chose to favorite this, are following, and who are reading this. It brightens my day to see people reading what I've written. Warning: I have used some language in this as Romano swears.

Disclaimer: I will never in my life own Hetalia. TT

Lovino Vargas hated his soul mate. He hated the words that were on his arm. He hated the entire idea of being bound to one person for your whole life and not being able to decide if you even want to love that person. Lovino didn't even know his words. When he was three, he and his brother Feliciano and their family were caught in a house fire in which their parents died and Lovino's arm was burned so badly that the words inscribed there had been distorted, faded, and in some places were nonexistent.

He hated the idea of soul mates. His was obviously not going to like him even if they found each other.

Isabel was a happy-go-lucky kind of girl, who enjoyed sports, music, dancing, poetry, and most of all cooking. So when the Spanish woman burst into her work, a restaurant where she did a variety of jobs, and was assigned to waiting tables she was overjoyed. To Isabel, waiting tables gave her a chance to interact and talk to people.

She had just finished serving a young couple when she had been directed to a lone table in the corner where a young man sat with a glare set firmly on his face.

"Hola! My name is Isabel, and I'll be your server today!" she said with gusto and the man just nodded before pointing to something on the menu.

"I'll have a coffee and egg salad…and a side of ketchup." The Spanish girl's eyes widened, a smile creeping across her face.

Lovino wanted to smack himself. His habit of eating ketchup with everything always made him feel stupid when he ate in public, but how could he help it since he loved almost anything with tomatoes in it. The girl hadn't said anything, so Lovino waved a hand in front of her face. No response.

Isabel didn't know how to respond so she simply stuck her arm out for the male to read, to which he shook his head saying, "Sorry I don't-"

"You already have a soul mate? I somehow offended you? Please tell me" the Italian smirked and pulled up his jacket sleeve showing one of the most horrible burn scars Isabel had seen.

"I don't remember my words and this is where they used to be." Lovino said pulling his sleeve back down. Isabel nodded and flashed a smile before getting his order.

Lovino soon found himself wandering to the restaurant where Isabel worked almost every day just so he could see her. He enjoyed seeing the happiness in her eyes as she cleaned and flitted about people chatting with the customers and helping wherever she could. Lovino had been staring at her, his hand holding his head up on a late afternoon, when she turned and looked him right in the eyes. Startled, Lovino jolted back, hoping to avoid suspicion but failing as he tipped out of his chair and spilled his water on himself.

Isabel stared as the boy fell out of his chair, before laughing and running over to him.

"It isn't funny dammit!" the boy snapped but Isabel just kept laughing.

"Shall we start over? My name is Isabel Fernandez Carriedo." The wet Italian blinked and extended a hand.

"Lovino Romano Vargas"

"Oh! Can I call you Lovi?"

The two soon began spending time together just because they could, and they began noticing things about each other. Isabel liked the way Lovivo's lips curled when he heard something funny, and the way he swore at himself after angrily swearing amused her to no end. Lovino found that Isabel's nose wrinkled when she was suppressing a smile, and that she also loved anything with tomatoes.

Lovino wanted to believe that this could last forever, spending time with Isabel who accepted him and his crazy antics. They had been at a park and Lovino had gone to get ice cream. When he got back to where Isabel was supposed to be he smiled softly seeing that she was playing with some children on the park swings.

Isabel saw that Lovino was back, so she strode over to the bench where they sat and ate, Lovino listening to Isabel talk; usually Lovino didn't interrupt unless it was important, so when he did, Isabel wanted to know what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong. I just had a question," he said, uncertainty filling his voice. Isabel nodded for him to continue.

"If you met your soul mate right here and now…what would you do?" Isabel turned away from the Italian and began to think.

After asking the question, Lovino wanted to take it back. He wanted to pretend that he and Isabel could continue like this, going out on little dates, holding hands, defying the words, but Lovino needed to know what the Spaniard was thinking and how she felt. After what felt like an eternity Isabel looked back at Lovino, flashed a smile, and announced, "I have no idea what I'd do!"

"But if you met your sou-"

"Lovi listen to me. If my soul mate showed up right now they would have to wait. Right now I want to just be with you Lovi, I enjoy your company."

Lovino nodded and they finished their outing. The Italian had just entered his house, when a body flew at him yelling, "Fratello! Nonno and I came to visit you!"

"Feli? Get off me! Where's the old geezer?" after prying off his younger brother, Lovino marched into the kitchen where he was then attacked with hugs by his grandfather Romulus.

"Oh my little grandson is growing up!"

"Get off of me" After the initial hugs and a cussing out for not coming with a warning, the two brothers began to make a pasta dinner.

"Fratello, I have news!" Feliciano said while preparing some vegetables for salad.

"Yeah what is it? Spit it out."

"Nonno had a photo album of us from when we were babies, newborns to be exact!" Lovino just rolled his eyes not paying any thought to the album until after the family had eaten and Romulus pulled out the book. The two brothers sat on either side of their grandfather and peered at the pictures in fascination as the old man named each photo that had been taken.

"And that was when Feli ate a flower, now that was a horrible experience, and oh!" the man pointed with excitement

"I found these shoved in a drawer not long ago, they're pictures of your words when you were bambinos."

Lovino felt sick but looked at the words on their baby arms anyways. There were Feli's and then right next to it was Lovino's.

"No way in hell," the foul-mouthed Italian said gaining the attention of his family members. Lovino found his breathing becoming irregular and his head began spinning.

"Fratello you look like you're not feeling well" The younger brother pulled Lovino into a chair where he collected his thoughts.

"Nonno I'll be right back, Feli dessert's in the fridge"

With that, Lovino grabbed the photo and ran as fast as his legs could carry him to Isabel's work.

The Spanish woman had just finished her shift and was walking down the busy street towards her apartment when Lovino came barreling towards her, breathing hard and red-faced beyond belief.

"Lovi are you ok? What's going on?"

"Words…first…said"

"What? I'm sorry Lovi, I don't understand." The Italian inhaled and grabbed Isabel's shoulders.

"What were the first crapping words you said to me?" he yelled drawing some attention to them but not enough for them to care.

"I think it was 'Hola, my name is Isabel—"

"'and I'll be your server today.'" Isabel blinked before asking what was going on.

Lovino was still panting, so he shoved the baby picture at Isabel and hoped she would understand. She did. Her eyes widened and tears pricked her eyes.

"No way! Is this what your words were before the fire?" Lovino nodded finally having caught his breath.

"You know I've always hated the idea of soul mates," he pointed at his burned arm, "but having the words burned off and having me fall in love with you without something requiring me to made this an enjoyable ride."

And with no further warning, Lovino pulled Isabel into a hug.

Meanwhile Feliciano and Romulus were at home wondering what was taking Lovino so long and why his cheesecake was so darn good.

A.N. Did you like it? Please comment you desired ships and "first words" or even a story-line idea. The next one, by request of TheCrazyItalian, is going to be PrussiaXItaly! Thanks for reading, live long and prosper - Shira