Objection Tango

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the Objection Tango.

The next week after his and Lovino's discussion, Antonio hardly left his room; only to go to school. He refused to teach his dance classes, asking his parents to teach them because he felt ill. At school he avoided Lovino like the plague and would hide in the library during lunch if he needed to, much to the annoyance of Gilbert and Francis. It was his mother, Josephine Fernandez Carriedo, who finally put her foot down and said enough with Antonio's moping. Antonio and Josephine happened to be a lot alike, the same cheerful personality, same peridot green eyes, and so Josephine always knew when there was something wrong with her only son, much to his displeasure, despite his many protests that there wasn't. "Mami, I'm fine." Antonio said to her when she questioned him.

"No you're not. Tell me." Antonio sighed, his gaze shifting from the hardwood floors in his bedroom to the blinds covering his window, and the view to a certain Italian's house. "Did something happen between you and Lovino?" Antonio sighed again; his mother was observant and didn't miss much.

"Si, we got into a fight last Saturday, well sort of. It was more Lovino telling me he didn't want to hang around me anymore."

"Because you're gay?" Josephine never had a problem with her son's sexuality, much to Antonio's gratefulness, of course now she liked to talk to him about hot actors and dancers, and that could lead to interesting discussions sometimes. His father, Michal Carriedo, just went with it and had jokingly blamed Antonio's sexuality on the family's passion for dancing. Antonio was well aware he was lucky to have such understanding Catholic parents, something he also knew Lovino and Feliciano were not so lucky to have.

Antonio shook his head. He was quit for a couple of seconds, collecting his thought, before speaking. "I overheard a conversation between Lovino and Matthew, Lovino's best friend, they- well Lovino actually was talking about a dream he'd had about me. A certain kind of dream."

"Ah, I see and Lovino is confused about his sexuality and his father." Josephine said putting a hand on her son's shoulder. Antonio nodded and put his head in his hands.

"He doesn't want to be around me now cause I make him confused."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"No, I've been avoiding him since last Saturday."

"Maybe you should talk to him." Antonio shrugged, "Well, you still have a dance class to teach. You missed it last week, but your father and I aren't going to cover you anymore, at least not because of one of your students. You'll have to face him sooner or later anyway." He nodded, expecting as much. He couldn't shirk off his duties just to avoid one of his students.

"Gracias, Mami." He said looking into her green eyes.

"De nada, mi hijito." Josephine leaned over pecking her son's forehead.

Antonio put the small radio in front of the studio, before looking up at the class. It had gotten bigger since he'd last been here by two students, two more teenage girls. "Sorry I wasn't here last week." He said with his biggest smile. "I was sick. But according to Mrs. Carriedo, you guys worked on waltzes again. So pair up, I want to see how much you've improved." He leaned down to press the play button on the CD player to start the Viennese Waltz. "One, two, three, one two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, and a one, two, three, one, two, three," he clapped his hands to the beat as he repeated the same three numbers.

As he watched the partners, he noted that the old couple from the first class looked as if they knew what they were doing. Maybe they wanted to learn new dances. To his surprise both Feliciano and Lovino looked extremely graceful as they danced together. Lovino was still scowling, not that it surprised Antonio much, fifty percent of the time Lovino was scowling for some reason or another, but he caught Antonio's eyes much to the Spaniard's surprise. Feliciano leaned over and whispered something into Lovino's ear that made his older brother splutter and turn bright red. Antonio chuckled and watched some of the other dancers.

After a while he clapped two precise hand claps to catch the dancers attention. "Okay, now we're going to learn one of my personal favorites, the tango." He said,

"Why's it one of your favorites?" One of the teenage girls asked, Emily might have been her name.

"Because he's from Spain, silly." Said one of her friends,

"No, my mother was a tango dancer back in Spain; it's how she and my father met. Their rivals were each other dance partners and they often competed against one another. Till they got married at least, my mother stopped being a professional dancer once they had me." He said smiling, "Now this'll be a two week teaching process." He motioned for the blond woman standing in the back of the room nonchalantly to come forward. Her name was Femeke and she was an old friend of his who'd once worked in his parent's studio. She'd left Canada three years ago to attend a ballet school in Paris to be closer to her grandparents who lived in Arnhem. "This is Femeke, she's a former instructor here and she is going to help me demonstrate the tango for you guys."

"Is that your neighbor Lovi?" she whispered into his ear, Antonio nodded and she giggled. "He's so handsome."

"Femeke, this is not the time." Antonio chastised, but Femeke only giggled some more and rolled her eyes at the dance instructor. She placed her left hand n Antonio's right, her right hand going onto his shoulder blade while his left rested on her hip.

"He looks jealous. Are you two dating yet?" she whispered,

"I make him confused." Antonio whispered back, silently hoping that the class wasn't hearing his and Femeke's discussion. Right now she reminded him a lot of a girl who lived down the street Elizaveth Hedervary, the president and founder of the Yaoi Fan Girl Club at the school.

"Oh," And Femeke winked at Lovino who only scowled at her.

"The tango is a dance of passion, it's a chase. Where the waltz is elegant, the tango is risqué. A pulls B towards them." For demonstration he pulled Femeke slightly closer to him. "B on the other hand will pull away slightly." Femeke pulled away from him so that they were back to their original starting distance. "This must happen simultaneously." He pulled her close while she pushed away from him. "You must have communication with your partner in order for this to happen. As such." He leaned down to press the play on the CD player before beginning to dance with his blond friend.

"Wow, they look so cute together." Emily gushed as he and Femeke danced together.

"Antonio is gay though." One of her friends said,

"Oh," Emily said sounding disappointed,

"Lars would be jealous." Femeke whispered half smiling to herself. Antonio rolled his eyes. The spikey haired blond cousin of his was annoying, always whining about things whenever they went to visit them in the Netherlands.

"Maybe we should dance more often then?" Antonio said smirking, oh how he'd love to show Lars up at dancing.

"And what would poor Lovino say?" Femke teased, Antonio growled slightly and Femeke giggled in response. "Well you should probably go back to teaching. You've demonstrated enough." The couple stopped and Antonio looked back to his students.

"Alright, partner up again. You're going to work on the push and pull." Antonio said while clapping his hands in reminiscent of his mother who used to do the same thing when she was teaching him how to dance.


Antonio was packing up his stuff after class when his heart broke again. Lovino came up behind him looking slightly awkward as he did so. "Hola Lovi," Antonio said cheerfully his heart soaring, had Lovino decided that they could talk again?

"Hey," Lovino said with a small smile. "I'm sorry," the words were almost inaudible to Antonio even though he stood barely twenty centimeters from the boy.

"Does this mean that you are no longer confused about your sexuality?" Antonio asked cautiously the last part popping out when he didn't meant for it to. Lovino didn't know he had overheard that conversation and he was positive that the Italian wouldn't take Antonio's eavesdropping lightly.

"How the hell did you know that?" Lovino snapped, Antonio could feel the younger boy's invisible shields go up. Antonio always had prided himself before for being one of the few people that Lovino would let in when the shields were up, but now he was afraid that even he wouldn't be let in anymore, especially not this time.

"I overheard you talking to Matthew." Well this was the time for honesty after all. Antonio watched as Lovino's face twisted into one of horror.

"The whole conversation? Have you told anyone."

"Si," Antonio said nodding his head, "Only Mami, I swear Lovino, no one else knows. I just had to tell someone how I felt."

"How could you?" It almost came out as whine. "I trusted you!"

"I didn't mean to." Antonio protested, "Lovino, I know I should have told you before but I didn't want to make you even more embarrassed. And then when you told me you didn't want to hang out with me, I knew the reason why, I just was hurt that you wouldn't talk to me about it. I want to help you, I went through the same thing."

"Help me? I don't want your help. What does it matter to you if I'm straight or gay?"

"Well tell me what you chose. I'm tired of this guessing game." Antonio said, anger flared up in him that he wasn't sure where it had come from.

"Why should I have to tell you anything, bastard!" Lovino yelled making quite a few of the heads of the other students turn.

"You haven't decided have you? I'm not going to have you lead me around on a string anymore. Make up your mind, be gay or straight. And when you do make up your mind don't forget to tell me." Antonio said picking up the cd player and walking away from the wall of mirrors and the stunned Italian.

He locked himself in his parents' office and began to cry. His whole body shook whenever his sobs would come out. He hadn't meant to snap at Lovino like that. He knew how delicate the younger Italian boy was, how few people he let see the true Lovino and he had probably just blown whatever chances he ever had at telling him how he truly felt for him.

But then again he was also tired of being lead like a dog on a leash by Lovino on how the boy felt for him. It wasn't fair to himself or his feelings. If Lovino wasn't gay or even if he was and he didn't share the same feelings Antonio wanted to know so that he could move on. But you haven't told him your feelings yet, a nagging voice in his head told him. No he hadn't, but he very much doubted that he'd ever get the chance now. He wished with all his heart that Gilbert and Francis were here so that he could tell them all of his woes of the heart. Francis at least would have good advice, and maybe Gilbert he seemed to be doing pretty well with Matthew, though Antonio wasn't sure if he had feelings for the quiet boy or if it was the fear of Francis's threat that kept him from breaking it off with the blond.

"Antonio, are you okay?" he heard his mother ask from outside to door.

"No," he responded, his hand unconsciously unlocking the door to let her in. She was the best confident he had. She always listened and always had some kind of advice to give him.

"Come here mi hijito." She said holding her arms out and Antonio felt himself entering her embrace. It was comforting to know that no matter what he would always have someone he could lean on. "Todo estara` bien." She said to him and he believed her.

Objection I don't wanna be the exception
To get a bit of your attention
I love you for free and I'm not your mother
But you don't even bother.

Objection I'm tired of this triangle
Got dizzy dancing tango
I'm falling apart in your hands again
No way, I've got to get away.

Author's Note (The part of the story where the author comes out and writes a silly note): Wow thank God the holidays are over. December is the worst time for writing with the end of semester exams and everyone coming over and Christmas parties and annoying relatives and you finally realized why your mother hated visiting your father's side of the family and the game I have been waiting for, for two years finally game out. Old Republic rocks by the way (I am a huge Star Wars fan) so I might have had this posted sooner if it wasn't for that. I don't actually know how to tango, I looked up how to do it online so if I'm horribly wrong please tell me and I'll fix it. Hahahaha. Review please questions, comments, concerns, just remember that all flames are sacrificed to my best friend's llama gods. Gracias.

Translations:

Mami- an affectionate name for your mother like Mommy or Mom according to my best friend

mi hijito- an affectionate for a son I'm not sure of the exact translations, again this is according to my best friend

De nada- your welcome

Todo estara` bien- everything will be okay; I know the accent mark is going the wrong way I couldn't make it turn like I wanted it to.