Disclaimer: Don't own APH.

AN: Well...I got a little sidetracked with my newest story, which was actually supposed to be a oneshot here! XD I'm taking a break from my five to seven page paper on OTEC. I now know more about Ocean Thermal Energy Conversion than anyone probably needs to know. I'm almost done!

To make this sound better, I'm studying Spanish for my midterm. This is SpainxRomano for V-chan-rides-a-roflcopter, with help from my editor in name. To make understanding the Spanish easier, I'm putting the translations in parenthesis after the quotes, ok? Also, this was supposed to be cute and fluffy out of the nations storyline, but then they became countries and it got all angsty.


Lovino would not tell anyone, but he was excited. He was going to see Antonio. This was the first time they'd see each other after five years. Five long years, they'd been apart. He was finally going to see Spain again!

"Romano big brother, are you excited to see Spain?" Italy asked him, bouncing up and down in the front seat of the car. Ludwig was driving, his eyes fixed on the road.

In the back seat, Lovino crossed his arms and frowned. "Of course not. Why would I want to see that Spanish bastard?"

"But, Romano, last night you were—"

"Shut up Feliciano!"

"Ow! Germany!"

"Italy, don't harass your brother."

"Potato bastard, you shut up!"

Germany kept his eyes on the road, but cautiously extended an arm over Feliciano's shoulders. It was to comfort Feliciano. Not like he liked him or anything. Ludwig couldn't keep a faint blush from appearing on his face as Italy snuggled up to him.

Romano made a face, but was silent. He looked out the window at the passing scenery. They'd better get there soon, damn it.

He'd been living with Spain for a while. His brother had gone to live with Austria, but the brothers got to see each other a lot. Five years ago, Antonio had had problems.

"Spain, come on, are you going to make me tomatoes?" Lovino said, poking his head into Antonio's office. "S-Spain?"

Spain was sitting on the floor by his desk, papers and books everywhere. His jacket was off, tossed over a chair. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy. Two empty bottles of liquor were next to him, a half full one in his hand.

"¿Qué quieres?" (What do you want?)

"Why are you drinking?"

"Puedo beber." (I can drink.)

"I know you can drink. Why are you drinking?"

"I feel like drinking, Romano."

Lovino knelt down in front of Antonio and grabbed the bottle out of his hand. "Well, you're done with drinking."

"Dame mi cerveza." (Give me my beer.)

"No."

To stop Antonio's reaching hands, Lovino put the bottle to his lips and downed the contents. It was strong, but he obviously was drinking to get drunk. Antonio's hands dropped once Lovino started drinking, but they settled on Lovino's shoulders.

"Now, tell me why you're getting drunk and stop touching me, bastard."

Antonio's over bright eyes were suddenly way too close. Antonio had pulled Lovino onto his lap and his hands had slipped down to his waist.

"A-Antonio? What are you—"

Lovino was surprised when Antonio kissed him, so surprised that he didn't close his mouth, a fact that Antonio took advantage of. Antonio's hands were already unbuttoning Lovino's shirt, sliding over the skin. Lovino tangled a hand in Antonio's dark hair while struggling to unbutton Antonio's shirt one handed.

Then, Antonio pushed Lovino off of him and stood up.

"An-Antonio! What the hell?!"

"Lo siento," Antonio said flatly. He whispered as he left the room, "Lo siento, Lovi." (I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Lovi.)

Lovino fell asleep on the floor in the office. When he woke up the next morning, the room had been organized and a blanket had been placed over him. A note was there also, written in a graceful hand:

Lovino—

France and Prussia are coming to take you home at ten.

—Antonio

Lovino ripped the letter to shreds and started messing up the newly cleaned room. He was sitting in the middle of the mess when France and Prussia showed up. They'd been kind, but seemed to guard him warily. As if they knew something that he didn't.

"We're here," Germany said as he turned off the car.

Lovino jumped out the car and waited impatiently for Feliciano to slowly get out of the car. And then, slowly walk up to the conference building. And slowly, walk through the building, looking for the room.

He tried not to make it seem obvious, but he slid into the seat right next to Spain. Spain was talking idly with France and Prussia (who'd decided to get his own ride to this thing).

"H…Hey, Spain," Romano struggled to say. It was barely above a whisper.

Spain heard and turned to look at him. He looked like he might say something, but he said nothing. He just stared, as if unwilling to believe that Lovino was there. It was a quite disturbing stare, but Lovino didn't dare look away. He was unwilling to believe that he was looking at Antonio after five long years.

The meeting started. They said nothing to each other. Lovino didn't know what to say. At the break, he tried to speak again, but France and Prussia had stolen Antonio away. Lovino saw the trio starting to disappear, so he jumped up to follow them. They went into an empty conference room close by and left the door ajar. Lovino adjusted his position so he could see into the room and hear, but they wouldn't be able to see him.

Frances was sitting on the table, Antonio in a chair, and Prussia leaning against the chair.

"You've got to tell him, mon ami. He's bound to still be wondering."

"According to West, he's still torn up about it. He definitely hasn't forgotten. So, tell him."

"No puedo. What if—" (I can't.)

"No more 'what ifs,' all right? It's really not awesome. I couldn't believe it when you told me, but five years…it's a long time. Give it a chance. Why'd you get drunk that night anyways?"

"I got the notice of war that afternoon. And…and I didn't want to…We should get back to the meeting."

"No, we can skip it. I want to hear this," Prussia said. France added, "It's the first time you're being completely honest, mon ami. This isn't something we've heard in a long time."

"No. I'm going now. That is en el pasado." (...in the past.)

Lovino scrambled away from the door and shot back to his seat. His head was buzzing. What did Antonio need to say? And that's why Antonio had left? Most importantly, what wasn't Antonio being honest with?

Antonio slipped back into his seat next to Lovino, but didn't lift his eyes. He looked upset. Lovino felt a strange urge to wrap his arms around him. But, no. This was the Spanish bastard who'd abandoned him. He had to hate him. But, a declaration of war…that changed matters a little bit.

The rest of the meeting passed by in a flash. France had wrapped an arm around Antonio's waist and was leading him while Prussia had an arm over Antonio's shoulders. Lovino watched them.

"Ve~Lovino…are you coming?" Feliciano asked, coming up with Germany. They saw that he was watching Antonio. "You should go talk to him. We'll wait in the car, right Ludwig?"

Germany nodded, blushing bright red. Feliciano grabbed Germany's arm and skipped out of the room. Lovino got on to his feet and ran over the slowly exiting trio.

"A-Antonio! Come back here!" Lovino wasn't sure if he should call him Antonio, but he decided he didn't care. Antonio sounded more natural than Spain at that moment.

The trio turned. France talked. "Romano, mon cher, what do you want?"

"I want to talk to Antonio, damn it, and neither or you are going to stop me."

France looked at Prussia, who glanced at Antonio, who was looking at the ground. Prussia nodded to France and then said, "Ok. Romano, is West still here?"

"Yes…he went to the car with Feli."

Prussia grabbed France and dragged him out of the room. There was silence. Lovino wasn't sure what to say, but suddenly he just wanted to fill the silence so much that maybe he'd get Antonio back, because he felt like he might have lost him.

"Antonio, what the fuck happened? You'd gotten a declaration of war, I know, but what the hell. And, why'd you leave the next morning? Without waking me up? Without saying goodbye? Why'd you kiss me that night? And don't say you were drunk, damn it. You weren't drunk. Was it a mistake? Do you hate me? What did I…What did I do wrong? What do you need to tell me? Why won't you look at me?" Lovino brushed away the tears that were falling as his voice rose in volume. Antonio looked up at him. "Why won't you talk to me?!"

Lovino couldn't keep himself from crying. He turned away. "Fuck it."

Warm arms wrapped around him from that back. His tears stopped falling. "An-Antonio, just leave me alone."

"Lovi, no puedo hablar para tú, porque te amo." (Lovi, I can't talk to you, because I love you.)

"W-What?"

Antonio nuzzled the crook of Lovino's neck. "Te amo. Siempre le amaba." (I love you. I've always loved you.)

"Stop it, Antonio!"

"I didn't want to leave, but I didn't think you felt the same…"

Lovino blushed and turned around so he could hug Antonio. "Ti amo, stupid bastard."


AN: I don't know exactly what happened with this chapter...but here it is. :D