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

"Oi, Romano! What do you want for your birthday?" Spain asked, suddenly remembering that Romano's birthday was coming up.

Teenage Romano, who was reaching for the tomatoes, paused and glanced at him. "…Why do you ask?" he asked suspiciously.

They were harvesting tomatoes right now. Usually Romano complains about how Spain was his boss so Spain should work for his lackeys. How that logic worked he had no idea, but he could see why Romano didn't want to do this. Harvesting tomatoes wasn't the easiest thing he ever did in his life.

But today, for some reason, Romano listened to him obediently and gathered tomatoes nicely.

"I want to buy you a nice present…especially when you're working so hard!" he smiled.

Romano blushed and picked a tomato and put into a basket quickly. "I-I…."

"Hm?" Spain asked innocently, not understanding why Romano's face was so red.

"…are you actually going to give what I want. Anything?" Romano glanced at him seriously.

Spain nodded slowly. He was kind of scared that Romano would ask him to buy him something expensive… he wasn't exactly rich right now.

"If you're serious, then…. " Romano said with a solemn voice as he picked up a tomato-full basket. "….then….I want…"

Romano's mouth moved but Spain couldn't hear anything.

…what…?

What did you say?

"You!" A familiar voice cried out.

Antonio immediately jumped out from the bed and blinked as he tried to make himself awake. "Gah, don't just burst into my room! I was having a good dream!"

"Oh, yeah? What dream?" The same person from the dream but a bit older snorted as he took the blanket away from Antonio.

He paused at first. As he thought about his dream, he couldn't help but smile a little bit. "A…very good dream. It was about…." He smiled again as he looked up at Lovino.

Lovino raised his eyebrow—obviously questioning him.

—wait, what was Lovino doing…?

"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing here?" This was Antonio's house, right?

Lovino opened his mouth and closed it. His eyes wondered around the room, looking frustrated.

"…you don't remember anything…?" Lovino's voice was containing so much frustration Antonio flinched without thinking.

"Remember…what….?" Antonio tried to remember what he did last night but only thing he could remember is a fight he had with Lovino.

"Um… we had an argument. I remember that."

"ERG, NOT THAT, YOU BASTARD!" he screamed as he threw a shirt at him. "Anyway, wear a fucking shirt, will you?"

Ah. Right. He had this weird habit of taking his shirt off whenever he went to bed.

As he put his shirt on, he couldn't help but glance at Lovino who was still grumbling angrily as he picked up Antonio's dirty clothes off from the floor.

…this was Antonio's house, right? What was Lovino doing here?

Yesterday, they had an argument, and Lovino didn't bother say good bye to him when it was time for him to go home. Feliciano apologized, and then he was feeling a bit lonely, so he decided to go to a bar with, um….

—and he couldn't remember anything after that.

"Lovi. Please don't get pissed at me. But…" he glanced up nervously, "…I really don't remember anything."

Unlike what he expected, Lovino just sighed and stared at him as if he was the dumbest person he met in his life time.

"Well, I kind of did expected you to blank out…" Lovino complained quietly.

…what was that amazingly grumpy reaction he showed him before, then…?

"I'm not going to tell you what I did for you yesterday," Lovino suddenly grinned so playfully Antonio got scared.

Lovino just grinned. Grinned.

…Really? Antonio's mouth just fell open and stared at him after he could get his thoughts in one place. "D-did you just grin?"

Lovino frowned immediately. "…yes. Why? I can't grin now?" he rolled his eyes.

"Um-no—I mean, erg…" his thoughts were messing him up now. "I mean—…I've never seen you grin like that before!" …at least not in this life time.

Lovino shrugged as if it was no big deal and threw all the dirty clothes in a basket.

"So what are you doing today? Do you have time to hang out with me?" Lovi asked so casually as if he was asking today's weather.

But it was another big surprise to Antonio. If he was drinking something, he bet anything that he would have spat it out by surprise.

"W-what did you say?" he asked dumbly.

Lovino rolled his eyes and returned to his usual grumpy voice. "Why the hell are you acting so stupid today, you bastard? I said: do you have time to hang out with me today?" he emphasized every word.

He was acting stupid because Lovino was behaving so…unusual. It was like seeing Feliciano grumpy or Ludwig girly or Gilbert quiet.

…did the argument they had last night have that much of effect on his poor brain? If it did, it was Antonio's fault then…

But he liked this way. It wasn't like he didn't like grumpy Lovino, but lovely Lovino who would listen wasn't bad sometimes.

And plus, why would he miss hanging out with Lovino—grumpy or not? He was busy today—all the country stuff—but he figured that ditching for a day won't affect his own country that much.

"SI! I totally have time!" He almost shouted it out excitedly as he threw himself to Lovino to hug him.

"It's so nice outside, Lovi!" Antonio sighed as he breathed in the fresh air. He could already smell the warmth and sunshine in the air.

…well, his country was known for sunshine and warmth.

Lovino looked around the park quickly and nodded. "Yeah, it's very nice."

A silence creeped in as they slowly walked side by side. It wasn't an awkward silence when you couldn't figure out what to say to each other. It was more like a silence you enjoyed sharing with another person.

Sometimes silence can bring two people closer than talking can, thought as he enjoyed the morning coolness.

As they were enjoying their company, they heard a noise. It kind of sounded like a young girl's scream, but it also kind of sounded like a dying bird, too.

—god, he knew that sound!

As soon as he realized he knew that sound, he paused and turned into a stone.

"…Pierre," he muttered as soon as he spotted the white bird.

If Pierre was near, then he must be—

Antonio half expected Francis Bonnefoy to jump from behind and call his name with his French accent, but it didn't happen.

Then he spotted his French friend. Trudging sadly. He looked like as if someone sucked all his strength out of him.

What was wrong with him?

Without thinking, he called, "Francis!"…worriedly.

"Erg…" Francis groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. His head felt like as if it was going to break. It was to be expected—after all that drinks with Gilbert and Antonio.

Francis didn't drink as much as them, so he came home safely—how he got from Spain to France so quickly, he didn't know—but Gilbert and Antonio were so drunk, Francis had to call Ludwig to pick Gil up. And for Antonio…

…it was a very interesting night for Antonio and Lovino, non? He thought to himself, amused.

Antonio had called Francis late at night and started to complain how he couldn't do anything to make Lovino happy. Francis was not slow—just because he had Antonio as a friend, didn't mean he had to be slow—so he immediately understood that Lovino and Antonio had a fight.

So Francis and Gilbert and Antonio just had a drink together in Spain that night and Lovino just happened to come into the bar when Antonio was…drunk.

And drunken Antonio wasn't a pleasant sight.

"What the hell are you doing here, you bastard? Feliciano was so worried about you! He called you but you didn't answer! You're supposed to be at your home, not fucking drinking!" Lovino started to lecture Antonio like his girlfriend.

While Francis wondered how Lovino could have found Antonio so fast, Antonio wobbly got to his feet and walked towards him.

Antonio darkly grinned, "Well, well, if it isn't Lovi. I thought you wouldn't want to see me after that quarrel we had."

Lovino blushed and looked down at his feet. "…I…I…well, it's not like you're the first person I have quarreled with. I…I…um…I actually kind of like you."

Poor boy looked like as if he was about to explode, but Antonio just stared at the young boy and smirked, "'Love isn't about giving material, but you can't call it love if you can't give anything up for your precious person,'" he quoted, glancing at Francis slyly.

Erg. Francis was the one who said it. But he said it looooong time ago! He didn't know Antonio still remembered it!

He really wanted Lovino and Antonio to get together; they really deserved some happiness. While he rolled his brain to figure out how to help them and hoped that Gilbert would wake up already, Lovino did something Francis did not expect.

Lovino wasn't blushing anymore when he said, "Fine. I'll give you something you wouldn't forget for your life," with the most serious expression Francis ever saw in his long life.

Then Lovino grabbed Antonio's tie and pulled it and—…

….and…

…..et….

Ils ont bisé

Antonio looked as surprised as he was, and for a moment Francis thought Antonio suddenly became sober.

Lovino pulled back and looked into Antonio's eyes solemnly, containing millions of emotions.

Antonio just stared at him back, and not even Francis, the country of amour, could read his emotions in his eyes. Losing someone who was so precious in your life is worse than losing your own life. Francis knew this.

…he would do anything to get her back.

Antonio suddenly started to cry silently like a little kid, leaving Lovino confused and nervous. He obviously didn't know what to do.

"I've been waiting for you…years and years! I say 'waiting' now but I didn't even know if you would ever come back to my side. Even if I knew you would be reborn, how in the world am I supposed to know if now you would still like me?"

Ah. You idiot, Spain! Francis thought in panic and he clapped his hand over Antonio's mouth.

Antonio didn't even fidget—he was obviously still drunk—and let Francis to guide him back to his chair.

As soon as Francis made sure Antonio was fine and not crazy, he turned to Lovino who was staring at Francis with a blank face and opened his mouth to explain.

But Lovino was faster. "Don't even say 'Antonio is drunk, mon cher. He's babbling, ignore him.'" Lovino imitated Francis' voice so well, he couldn't help but flinch a little. And plus, that was exactly what he was going to say.

Francis froze. There was no way that Lovi knew about his past self, was there?

"…I knew that Feliciano and Antonio were hiding something big and important from me, but…" he groaned, "Did he just say…he knew my past self? Am I supposed to believe that?" Lovino was looking at Francis, obviously expecting answers from him.

Francis hesitated. Inside, he wanted to yell out and tell Lovino used to be called Romano, and that he was so treasured by Spain—Antonio; that even when Antonio started to treat his other 'kids' horribly, he was somehow nicer to Romano; that he was loved by Antonio more than any have been.

But was he allowed to? Was it his job to tell this young boy a heavy secret like this? Would Antonio thank him later, or cry in despair?

"Papa! Nous serons toujours ensemble, oui?"

…then young Canada popped into Francis' head.

How much he wanted to spend more time with his precious kid, and how much love he wanted to share with that kid Francis would never forget.

…Forgive me, mon ami. Please just understand…this is just out of my selfishness.

"Romano," he quietly mumbled, making Lovino pause.

"…Antonio called me that millions of times," he said, confused.

"Of course he did. It must be hard for him not to cry every time he sees your face," Francis smiled sadly as he glanced at Antonio who fell asleep.

Lovino waited patient, although Francis could only imagine how Lovino would be feeling right now. Confused? Of course. Scared? Probably. Frustrated? Yes. Feeling that he's being lied to? Definitely.

"Romano…your past self…" —Lovino's eyes widened— "was really loved by Antonio…no, not Antonio…"

He inhaled some air to calm him down.

"Lovino. You were South Italy and you were loved by Spain—yes, the country Spain."

A/N: God, I think this chapter is longer than others...I think... I wanted to make this chapter long because I haven't uploaded for a loooong time! Last time I uploaded this was...when I was still in Youg Soo's house, ha ha. (Not counting the warning chatper...) Hopefully this chatper was okay and hopefully there are still people who are reading my stories. It's just...school, gah! (Yeah, let's just blame EVERYTHING on school, woot!) Anyway, I'm kind of glad to be back...Canada is having a nice weather! At least where I live is having fabulolus weathers, yeah! Anway, I gave Francis a big job to do (laughs) because I believe that Francis is the one who understands Spain's feelings the best in this story. He also lost a precious person. (It's not like I'm saying Prussia hadn't had a precious person in his life...) but let's just say I'm saving Prussia for other stories (grins) There are so many stories I want to write, yet I have no time! Gah! (Starts to blame the school again)