It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (mabbe Fruk), appear.

Some deaths, but, well, no horror!

Human names used :3

Pardon me if I make some grammar mistakes...English isn't really my first language!

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

"Father," Lovino Vargas, probably feeling like the most unfortunate boy in Spain right now, muttered in horror. He couldn't help but wonder why this man was in the train station at this time…all his father cared about was his precious work and money.

While Lovino was busy being horrified, Antonio frowned. He sensed the fear coming from the Italian, and he realized that Lovino stopped struggling.

While Antonio frowned, the older man, who was called as 'Father' by Lovino, was furious. His face was red with rage and his eyes were all squished together in the middle so much, they looked like a big, giant, furry worm. Why he was so furious Antonio couldn't guess.

"…wha, what brings you here, father?" Lovino asked, his voice shaking. He sounded like as if he was talking to devil himself.

His 'father' scolded as if Lovi just asked him the worst question a son could ask his father. "I called Feliciano today, but he didn't answer. So I got worried about him so I was planning to go to Italy right now, but…" he narrowed his eyes—a glare. "What are you doing here, not taking care of your younger brother?"

Lovino flinched and started to shake slightly. His eyes were set on the floor, not daring to face the brunette, scary-looking old man in front of him.

"I—I was…" Lovino began, but Antonio cut in cheerfully.

"Don't worry, Senor Vargas! I can reassure you that Lovi is doing a fantastic job of taking care of his younger brother. In fact, it was Lovino who came up with the idea of coming to Spain because Feli was getting bored in Italy." Antonio smiled, lying so smoothly Lovino himself believed it.

Lovino stopped shaking and looked up. His amber eyes full of frustration and surprise; obviously saying: I totally didn't come with the idea of coming to Spain, you bastard! I don't even know who sent me the tickets.

Antonio just hugged him tighter and quickly winked at him.

Apparently, Mr Vargas wasn't a very patient man. He growled immediately at Antonio. "Young man, it's not your business. I would appreciate it if you don't stick your nose into a stranger's family business."

Oh, a stranger? Antonio could feel 'it' unlocking. His 'dark side', as some people call it. Ah, but he had to keep himself in control… the last time he lost it…it didn't really end cheerfully. But despite Antonio's best effort, the annoyance at this man was so great; he slowly started to really don't care if he was losing it.

Antonio smiled more brightly but you could see the dark aura leaking slowly as he started to lose his control little by little. He shifted his feet, leaning his weight more on Lovino. He could tell that the Italian was getting tired of him hugging him, because he nudged his stomach not-so-lightly on the stomach.

"Sorry, Mr Vargas…did you say that Lovino Vargas was a stranger to me? Me?" he smirked.

His father blushed with anger. This man was really father of Lovi… so human and so easy to read the emotion.

"Excuse me for asking this…but may I ask how long you've known Lovino for?" Lovino flinched when Antonio said his name. Hmm, was it because he usually doesn't call him by his full name?

His father stood there sternly, his eyes focused on him for a long time. Antonio just smiled, his green eyes looking down at older-looking (but actually younger than Antonio) man.

Finally, the man muttered, "Ever since Lovino Vargas was born. For 23 years."

Antonio's eyes widened. He was surprised; not at the fact that man actually answered him. And not because he said Lovino's full name when he was the father, but because Lovi was 23 year old.

Lovi is 23-year-old? He looked down at the Italian, looking surprised, and Lovino pouted. He was totally saying: what, you thought I was in high school?

He chuckled nervously. Honestly, Antonio thought he was in high school… something like 17 or 18. Not freaking 23!

But he never said he had a job…. He was so confused.

It seemed like Lovino read his expression easily because he mouthed two simple words: I. Paint.

…Oh.

Oh.

Oh!

"Oh my, Lovi, you paint?" He let go of Lovi and forced him to face him, totally ignoring the Vargas' father. His happy excitement took him over, locking his other dark emotions away.

Lovino looked confused, frightened and sick at the same time. "Um…si…" Wow, he must have been so nervous—if they were in normal situation, he would have answered him in English.

"That. Is. So. Awesome." Who cared if he used the word 'awesome' without Gil's permission? This was awesome. More awesome than Gilbert himself. (And of course, Gil wasn't going to agree with that, but who cares?)

"You know," he continued on, so happy that he couldn't control what he was saying, "it's so amazing how you're painting professionally now. You do remember that you always wanted to paint when you were young? Ah, the first thing you drew was a little bunny and you gave that to me on my bir—"

"—?" Lovino's expression became more and more confused until the younger Italy came and interrupted Antonio in panic.

"Antonio—!" Feli came running; looking scared and Antonio just realized what he had blurted out.

Behind Feli, Ludwig came back more slowly because he was holding all the juice, but he caught up very quickly and eyed Feliciano's and Lovino's father who was also looking confused.

"A bunny on your bir—?" Lovino started to ask a question but Feliciano came between them, nudged Antonio a little to make some space and grabbed Lovino's shoulders lightly.

"F-Fratello! I–I, um, came back!" Feli smiled forcefully.

"Um, yeah. Please excuse me now, Feliciano, I need to ask Antoni—"

"Veh…um…" Feliciano nervously glanced at Antonio as if he was trying to figure out a way to make Antonio vanish or teleport.

"Lovi—I don't… I mean, I got confused—…I didn't mean to say those things…" Antonio was busily waving his hand to deny whatever he said.

"Lovino, I even spoke Italian just to buy this freaking tomato juice, so I would appreciate it if you drink it." Ludwig shoved a cup of tomato juice in front of him. Ludwig's face was serious and deadly. He wasn't threatening Lovino, but he was warning him. Warning him that if he learned the truth here and now, he would regret it for sure.

"Feliciano and Lovino," their father cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "It seems like we have a lot of things to talk about."

The brothers exchanged a glance and they both slowly nodded.

He sighed, "Let's go home first, and then talk."

They—Lovino's father and Antonio—were in the kitchen, cooking for Lovino, Feliciano, Bella, Orlando and others who were at the train station while they played games.

"So, young man," Antonio glanced up from his tomato, "What is your relationship with Lovino?"

Relationship?

…did he expect Antonio to be able to explain it in a few sentences?

When he didn't say anything, Lovino's father just sighed as if he was the one who did all the cooking for 8 people.

"Mr Vargas," he smiled as he paused cutting tomatoes in half. "I might look happy and worry-free right now…"

Why was he explaining this to a plain mortal? Why was he telling him about his deepest feelings for Lovino?

Ah.

…because he didn't want to go back to the past when he just crashed and destroyed what hurt him. He wanted to convince this person in front of him that Lovino wasn't a worthless person who just happened to be here, alive.

He wanted to show him that Lovino meant something to some people.

"…but I made many mistakes. So many mistakes…I even took some lives from their loved one," he chuckled darkly and he swung a knife he just happened to be holding.

Yes. He did make many mistakes. He killed people, telling himself that it was to protect his own country. He went to war against many nations…. Many forgotten, but some still haunted him in sleep.

But Lovino—Romano—was there. He didn't care when he learned all the horrible things he did just to gain power.

"Have you had that experience when everything just seems…worthless? Like nothing matters to you and you don't care what you lose and you just keep moving forward?"

Mr Vargas set down his knife quietly. "Like a car without a break." He murmured.

"Well, yes. I was like that….well, I am like that. I was just born without break…nothing to lose…nothing but my brain telling me to move forward."

All the nations are born that way. He whispered to himself secretly.

When a nation is born, 'the idea of being the best and first' is set on their brain. Sometimes, young nations cannot control their desire to be the best and they lead themselves to death. As nations get older, they learn and become wiser, but they still have one same goal: becoming the most powerful nation on the earth.

But Romano was different. May be he was different because he wasn't a full nation, but it didn't really make difference to Antonio. He was the one who he could trust with all his heart.

"I hated myself. Hated. Not hate. I don't hate myself anymore, Mr Vargas, because Lovino told me that if I can't like myself, I can't like other people," he forced a smile. It was actually Romano who told him that long time ago…

"But Lovino is precious to me and I wanted to protect him back then, and I still do. So, I can't hate myself anymore, because I need to like Lovino. And according to him, I need to stop hating myself first to like him, so..."

Antonio was distraught by a chuckle. He glanced at the man who was standing beside him, surprised. Did he just…chuckle?

"I understand…so Lovino…he's being…ah, helpful in your life…" if Antonio's eyes weren't playing any tricks on him, Mr Vargas defiantly had one of those father-y looks on his face right now. His eyes were all soft and teary like he was seeing most beautiful thing on earth.

Antonio expected Lovino's father to be one of those not-caring-his-kids father, but the look he had right now was same as the look Roman Empire had when he was still alive and was taking care of two Italies.

It was an expression of love.

Antonio smiled a little, relieved for some reason. "Lovino isn't just helpful in my life… Mr Vargas."

"…he's the only light I have in my life."

…—ah, he was sure that he had the same expression France has whenever he talks about Jeanne D'arc right now.

A/N: Holiday! :3 Right now, I'm in Yong Soo's house right now~ X3 I was out of idea to be honest... I DO have the whole plot planned out, but making the plot into a story...that's another story.. OTL. 'I see the light' from Tangled is amazing3 I like the Spanish version the best for some reason. The male singer sounds like Spain himself, lol, so now I listen to it whenever I write... :D Happy and sad that Harry Potter is done... :') I drew so many pictures of HP just because of the ending. lol... wow, I'm just blah-ing here... thanks for reading my story as usual, and PLEASE REVIEW3 :)