AN: Spamano, lovely Spamano~ This has to be one of my favorite pairings ever. And just as a fair warning, my inner angst monster got ahold of this one, so don't like, don't read. But if you do read, review! *crosses fingers hoping Tilletorpedo is into angst ^^'*

Prompt: I was wondering if you could do something in human!AU with mafia!Romanoxfem!Spain? Just a short drabble is fine, something sweet (From tillietorpedo91)

She was a distraction.

Lovino couldn't afford distractions. He was neck-deep in a world where distractions got you killed. He told himself that every time she crossed his mind.

And yet…

Maria. Even her name was perfect, rolling off his tongue, tasting like honey in his mouth. Sometimes he whispered her name to himself in the dark as he tried to fall asleep, promising it would be the last time. It never was.

Everything about her was a little miracle.

Her beautiful chestnut curls—he could imagine that they would feel very soft between his fingers—stop thinking like that.

Deep emerald eyes that he could spend forever drowning in—no!

Lips that he fantasized about covering with his own—stop it!

And, miracle of miracles, she loved him. Despite all his anger and bitterness and the blood on his hands, she loved him.

He had ceased to believe in God and miracles a long time ago—after he made his first kill protecting his brothers—but she brought it all back. What else could she be but an angel? Or a demon, sent to tempt him.

That made him all the more desperate to hold onto her. Angels had to return to heaven, and demons… Well, if she was a demon, damn him. That would be better than heaven without her.

o~O~o

"Lovino, you're hurt again." Maria didn't judge him—she never did. Every time he showed up bleeding on her porch at two in the morning, she took him inside and fixed him. She healed his brokenness no matter how he'd become broken—whether it was a bullet wound or a cut or a heart that was too cold to love.

She'd taught him how to love again without meaning to, just by loving him. Just by being all that she was, she had mended a heart he had thought beyond repair. She was bright enough to illuminate him down to the darkest recesses if his soul—kind enough to see past the fact that he was a killer and a criminal—and honest, so honest she'd been able to just come out and say "I love you" as if it would not change his world forever.

As if he would ever be able to say it back.

A heart that could feel, could feel hurt as easily as love. And Lovino was scared. He could shoot a man and feel only slight remorse, but he could not let somebody use Maria to hurt him. He had enemies, and his enemies were even harder than he was. They would kill her if they knew he loved her.

And a world without his angel… He couldn't even bear to think about it.

She wrapped his wounded shoulder in pale white bandages. She was lovely by moonlight, but he couldn't think that. He couldn't hurt her and himself by loving her.

After she finished with the bandage, Maria smoothed the pale white gauze and pressed a soft kiss to the wound. "To make it better," she said with a smile brighter than the stars.

I love you. How he wanted to say it. But he never could, and it would be a weight on his heart forever.

o~O~o

There was no going back anymore.

Lovino kissed Maria hard, furious with himself for doing so, but he had to. She was a magnet. A sun, and he was the planet drawn inexorably into her orbit.

She kissed him back. The blackness hid them, and to the night they were any other young couple in love. No danger in darkness. The twilight was their safety, but now there was no safety anymore. Not now that he had allowed himself the unspeakable, a taste of the forbidden fruit that could not be erased. He had broken every rule to finally taste the ultimate taboo, and now he was not strong enough to resist anymore.

"But Lovino…" Maria broke away for air. It was the most glorious sound he had ever heard. Her panting his name, gasping for the breath he had snatched from her lungs—shivers crawled up his spine. "I thought you didn't care for me…like this…"

He had her backed up against the brick wall of an obscure alley. Hardly the place for a first kiss, but with Maria any place became paradise. "I do. I tried not to… But I couldn't help myself…" He buried his face in her shoulder and said it. He had already had a bite of the forbidden fruit—he was past the point of no return now. He might as well enjoy it. "I love you."

"Lovino…" His own name was music to his ears. "You know I love you."

"Yes." The darkness hid them even from their own eyes, but the cold steel of a gun pressed to his hip and Maria's hip reminded him of what he was doing. Even so, he could not bring himself to regret. It might mean exile from Eden, but this taste of his forbidden love was too much to resist anymore.

o~O~o

Had to be fast enough.

Burning lungs. Sweaty hands. Too sweaty to grip the gun properly. That could kill you. The kick would send the weapon flying out of his hands when he shot.

And he was planning on shooting. If they thought they could hurt Maria and get away with it, they were dreaming. And he was going to wake them up.

If he could be fast enough.

When he kicked down the door, Maria's eyes widened, and muffled screams pressed to her gag. She shook her head vigorously, and Lovino knew he had made a mistake.

The pain of a blunt object hitting him exploded through his skull and he crumpled to the floor, but he managed to cling to consciousness by his fingernails. He couldn't afford to make stupid mistakes when both of their lives were on the line like this! He rolled over quickly and took a blind shot. The wet sound of the bullet punching through flesh and his attacker's cry told him that he'd hit. He didn't shoot again—no use taking another blind shot when he could have killed the man with the first one, and he had no time to reload if he ran out of bullets—but staggered to his feet just in time to dive out of the way of another shot. He shot twice, and heard the man give a shout and fall when the second hit.

Silence. Were there any more?

He heard the shot too late.

He felt the bullet rip through his insides, and then the pain came, a hot knife twisted into the wound. He gritted his teeth and ignored it, pressing his hand to his lower torso to hold in the blood and tissues. Maria. Too important for him to slow down and let himself get shot again, where it could kill him this time.

He turned and ducked out of the way of three more shots. And returned them. The man fell bonelessly, dead before he hit the floor.

"Maria," he gasped, from pain and the fear he was just now allowing himself to feel. "Are you hurt?" He fell to his knees beside her, ripped the gag from between her teeth and replaced it with his mouth, kissing her desperately just to feel the warmth that meant she was alive, that he had a reason to go on living.

She twisted away, much too soon. "What are you doing? You're hurt!" She wriggled her hands in her bonds. "Untie me so I can help you!"

He did as she ordered. An angel indeed, more beautiful than ever as her soft fingers probed his wound and her healing touch spread in warm tingles through his body.

"You shouldn't have come."

"I know."

"I love you, so I won't let you get hurt ever again."

"I love you too. And that's why you're worth it."

AN: I'm sorry DX I know, the ending was a cliffhanger. But don't worry, he doesn't die. I don't do character deaths :P I tried to find a way to make it so the last four lines of dialogue could have gone to either character, but... Eh. If you squinted and turned your head to the side a little, I guess you could see it... Ish. (my fail authory moment there)

Can you tell I've been working on my fight scenes? I've written two books and the second one was very dude-flickish. There were a lot of guns and swords and dying. I've never really written it in a fic before though. So tell me how I did! :D