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

"Lovi—come out—" Antonio sighed as he knocked on the door for the millionth time.

Gee, I feel like as if I'm babysitting a seven-year-old kid! He couldn't help but sigh again. As he raised his arm to knock on the door again, the door swung open so fast, he had to take one step back.

"…Wow….that was a wild swing…" he murmured nervously, not sure if he said the right thing in the right time.

It was kind of hard to decide what to say when an angry Italian was glaring at you.

"…why the fuck are you doing this?" he growled.

Ah..? "Um….doing what?" Wow, he was so confused.

"Knocking on my room door like a crazy person, you dummy!" Lovi rolled his eyes.

He sighed again. This kid was really stubborn. "Everyone is waiting for you. You can't skip supper."

Lovino opened his mouth to say something, but Antonio had an idea what he was going to say. And he had an answer to that already.

"Your dad wants to eat with you," he answered.

As he expected. Lovino flinched and he just stared at Antonio as if he was seeing him for the first time.

"How—?" Lovino opened his mouth to ask again, but Antonio had an idea what he was going to ask.

"How did I know what you were going to ask? Well, it's obvious, really—you like Feliciano, me, and Bella…you don't really know Orlando or Kiku that well, but you don't hate them…then it leaves me with one choice—" he poked Lovi's forehead with his index finger, "—you think your dad hates you and you're scared to be left as an unwanted child."

Then something that Antonio didn't expect to happen happened. Lovino's expression got really wild, and he slammed into Antonio so forcefully they both banged on the wall. Antonio lost his balance and he fell on the ground. Following that, Lovino collapsed on Antonio's laps, not showing his expression anymore.

"Um…Lovi..?" Wow, he never had seen Lovino or Romano get angry like this. May be he did say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Suddenly, water started to drop down from Lovino's face. Water…? No. What were they called? Antonio had forbidden himself not to shed…tears, yes that's what it was called…for too long that he had forgotten its name for a second. "Wha-What do you know? I've….I've been….told that….I wasn't loved…over and over and over and over again!" his voice became louder and louder—he was losing his control.

Antonio could only sense one thing coming from Lovino right now. Fear.

…this poor child was scared that he would be abandoned by his father again.

But the country of passion, Spain, wasn't kind enough to embrace Lovino's loneliness.

"DUMMY!" he shouted as he grabbed Lovino's arm and pulled him away from himself to face him.

Lovino stopped sobbing and his face was full of surprise. It was like he all forgot about his sadness.

"Do you realize that you're not the only one who is lonely in this world?" Antonio knew—he knew that Lovino suffered a lot, but he also knew that he wasn't the only one who suffered through all of this messiness.

He knew…because he was one of the people suffered, too.

"I don't know how many times you were told that you weren't loved! And I don't care!" Lovino flinched violently. His amber eyes shook with tear again.

Antonio wasn't kind enough to embrace Lovino's feeling. But he was kind enough to embrace Lovino himself.

He softly touched Lovino's hair hugged him gently like he was a doll that was about to break.

"…I don't care how many times you were told that you were loved…because I'm going to now tell you that I love you to make up for that, get it?" he softly whispered into Lovino's ear and the young Italian started to sob again.

Ahh—he made Lovino cry again….

"U-um, Big Brother Spain…?" Feliciano asked as soon as Antonio came down the stairs. He looked very anxious—he glanced at Antonio and at stairs back and forth.

Antonio smiled lightly as he whispered, "He fell asleep."

Feliciano frowned, his eyes full with worries. "Veh…he skipped dinner?" he sighed.

Antonio sighed with him. It was his job to convince his former lackey to come down and eat, but he ended up making him cry.

"…I'm sorry," he apologized. He knew it was a bad thing to shout at him when Lovino was in such a delicate mood.

"Eh…?" Feliciano's expression was basically asking him why he was apologizing.

"I…kind of made him….cry…" he looked away. He knew that Feli loved his brother and now Antonio knew that he was going to hear this long lecture that he should respect Lovino more.

But he was wrong.

Feliciano didn't look offended or mad at the fact that Antonio made his precious older brother cry. His eyes were wide open and Antonio could swear that Feli's little-unnatural-curl-thing bounced once.

"…did you just say…he cried?" Feliciano's mouth was hanging open with awe.

—was the fact that Lovino cried that surprising? Antonio couldn't even count the amount of times he saw Romano cry.

Although most of them were fake-crying.

"Um, yes…?" Antonio answered slowly, afraid of what kind of answer he would get back from this little Italian.

Then Feliciano's expression lightened immediately.

Wait—…lightened?

"Feli—?" he began to open his mouth to ask, but Feliciano mumbled something that Antonio didn't expect to hear.

"He-he's beginning to show his expression to others…"

Wha—?

He didn't get what Feliciano meant. He was the one who raised Romano and Romano was a kid who wasn't afraid to tell others about his feelings.

"He's not Romano, Antonio," Feliciano's voice woke him up from his daydream.

…Ah, yes. Of course. He wasn't Italy Romano. He was Lovino Vargas.

"I lived with him ever since I was young…but…I never saw him cry before. It was like...as if he locked his heart away from everyone," Feliciano pointed at himself unconsciously as if his body was reminding him that he was one of everyone who Lovi locked his heart away from.

But Feli's finger moved away and pointed at Antonio. His expression so seriously he was starting to scare Antonio.

"But," his voice more firm than before, "he cried in front of you, big brother Spain. Which means he's opening up to you."

Antonio couldn't help but wonder why. Lovino was dear to him and he has been waiting for that boy for a long time, but to Lovino, he was no one. Just a strange Spaniard who happens to know his brother.

But Lovino was opening his heart to that just a strange Spaniard, not his own blood-related brother.

"Please, big brother Spain…" Feliciano pleaded, almost dangling on Antonio, "Please… make Lovino happy…until it's too late…"

Too late?

"Too late for what?" he asked. It was now obvious that Feli was hiding something from everyone.

Feliciano slowly looked up and frowned. "Do you know when our birthday is?"

Uh, that's really off-topic…but… "Yes, I do... it's not far away—only five days away, actually." He said it proudly.

"You have to make him happy."

"Eh?"

"You have to make him before his birthday. Promise this."

Italy's voice and expression was so deadly serious.

Don't…

Don't….talk as if Lovi will leave after his birthday.

That was the first time Spain—the country of passion—wished that actual magic existed.

A/N: Yeah! This story is almost over now! Sorry for the late update...again orz... and it's super short compare to other chapters. I really like writing tihs story, don't get me wrong, it's just that... I run out of ideas and I'm picky with myself lol :p I'm still in Yong Soo's house (laughs) and the weather is TERRIBLE. Rain and rain and rain. It wasn't like this last year... OTL. Hopefully the weather will get better soon :3 Oh, so much pressure on Spain XD it seems like everyone is asking Antonio to make Lovino happy :D AND THE COUNTDOWN STARTED (smirks). Anyway, I need to go now, so thanks for reading my story as usual3 and PLEASE REVIEW! ;)