So, please excuse me while I fuss over this next section.

Ohhh, myyy, gaawwd. My underlying perviness never got to see the day in this chapter. Merdito! - Ohh, excuse me.
And boy, am I mad. Oh well, next chapter will hopefully turn out better.

For now, please annoy yourself with this blabbed-on about.. one.
Or just wait for next upload to read two at a time! Now that's an idea. Please don't kill yourself with this one and wait just a while longer~.

And if you notice, the chapters are in Italian. Ahahaha~ Yes, Italians fascinate me.

Oh, and I'd like to thank those who subscribed and reviewed to the first chapter, I don't think I would of gone on without you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
I'm going to have such a hard time having to say that over and over again.

Bounanotte, amore mio.

Due.

I could not fucking sleep.

Damn, I was (secretly) giddy with excitement that I couldn't sleep. I whimpered as I looked at my face in the mirror. Whimpered? Hell no, it was a growl! A manly growl! Rrrrr. Yeah, 'cause I'm totally not girly like that. Pffffft. Dear god! These bags under my eyes are horrible no matter how much I stretch my face. What the hell am I going to do! Wait, what time is it again? 8:30.

That left me... exactly 8 hours to get ready. Do I really need all that time to get ready and look sexy for my date? Just because I'm Italian doesn't mean I need so much time to look hot. Whatever, I'm going to go pamper mysel- I mean take a shower! Because baths are for sissys! Shut up, I do not have such girly habits!

Well, I'm all dressed up, complete with a comfortable casual suit. Yeah, I look good with my Italian suit. It took me ages to choose between Gucci, Armani, or Dolce & Gabbana suits. I went with my black Dolce & Gabbana suit with a burgundy shirt and a think black tie loosely tied around my neck. One last look in the mirror, oh yeah, am I sexy or what? With my sexy black attire and neatly brushed hair with that god forsaken curl sticking to the right side of my face. But my eyes still draw back to my face. It's a fucking wreck. Maybe if I just put on some make-u- What the hell? I'm a man, why am I think of such girly things like make-up. Hmph, whatever, I'm going to take a siesta. What time is it now? 12:50.

I was stretching my face, trying to do anything to get rid of the bags, when I accidentally brushed that damn curl of mine. "C-chigi." Ugh, I admit, I'm a klutz. It brings back those horrible days in Spanish Baccalaureate with those bastards. Antonio accidentally brushed it one day and I freaked out.

That sent shivers down my spine.

Francis and Gilbert devised evil plans to "accidentally" brush that curl back every time they had the chance, and every single time Antonio would call "Oh! Lovi~ you look like a little tomate.~" Hate those perverted bastards.

Hmph, OH MY GOD, those bags! I can't stop staring at them! And it's not like it makes my eyes anymore sexier... my dull, amber-colored eyes were nothing to compliment about already. Now, if I had Antonio's green eyes, now those are gorgeous. G-gorgeous? That's not what a man would say! Pfffffft. That's a girl's thing to say. Anyways, why am I thinking about that? Now, only if people would just look at my wardrobe, I look damn hot. And I did allow myself a small smirk in the mirror. Muahaha, Antonio's gonna drool over me. N-not that I'm doing all of this to impress him! Fuck you, pffffffft!

Yaaaawwn.

I'm still tired. Those two hours of sleep didn't cut it for me... 1:25. Time for my beauty sleep.

XxX

Knock, knock, knock.

"Hmm, wha?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Waking me up from my sleep again, the fuck! One glance at the alarm clock told me it was 4:40. "Hell, Antonio's late, I should've known. Damn laid-back Spanish."

Knock, knock, knock!

"I'm coming, dammit!" I just had to get down these damn stairs with a half-awake mind. Not exactly the easiest thing to accomplish, uurgh! there's too damn many! This house is just too damn big, and it wasn't even my idea to move in.

Four years ago, my dad insisted that I moved into this house after my graduation. I was perfectly happy in Spain, nice weather, laid-back people, and average life. But my father missed Italy, so he went house hunting without me knowing. And a while later Dad informed me that I had to go back to Italy, with a shiny new house awaiting. Nothing was wrong with it, it was just... saddening that I was going to leave Spain and my only best friend. After leaving the airport and standing in front of the house I couldn't stop myself from gawking, it was so... beautiful and breath-taking. And, boy is my soft spot for beautiful things. It's like one of those contemporary houses you would see in the magazines and drool over, always promising yourself you'd get that house when the time comes, or win millions of dollars.. With the glass walls, Himalaya white stale tile, and the huge garden surrounding the sides of the fucking beautiful mansion. This marvelous piece of work had couldn't be called a house, the word would be too boring for it. And that garden! Ohh, was perfect for my underlying fetish for gardening. Now, in my well-kept backyard of green, I have heirloom tomato plants, lavender, rosemary, snapdragons, and of course poppies. Poppies were becoming widely popular in Italy for some reason. Hmm, they are pretty.

I finally made it down the glass stairs, sometimes I think they'll break, terrifying. I get to the door, open it, and no one. I step out and there's nobody to be seen... Really? Sigh. "Cazzo." If Antonio isn't here, then surely he's late. That bastard.

I stepped back inside only to look out of my glass walls and saw someone trespassing in my garden full of delicious red tomatoes! "Figlio di una..." I muttered under my breath. "Ehi, tu! Bastardo, il furto è un crimine cazzo! E, ehi! Se mi stai ascoltando? Non farmiandare lì e battere in su!" By this point I'm already running out the door to save my stolen fruits, and the asshole finally heard me stomping over to him. He turned directly towards me with two tomatoes in his hand with a perplexed face and smiled when he saw me. Smiled? Who the fuck was this guy? He looks so familiar. Green eyes, slightly curled bed hair, and perfectly sun-kissed skin... He was... gorgeous. The hell? Why am I checking out a dude? He was stealing my fruit for christ-sakes! And checking out a guy, th-that's so gay, I'm not that gay. Hahaha!

"Ahaha~ Hi, Lovi! Sorry, los tomates just look so delicious so I thought I'd pick some."

And that abnormally happy voice? So familiar... He looks a little like Anto- OH MY GOD, it is Antonio! When did he turn so sexy? I-I mean, such a looker. Shut up, it's only been four years and God, did he look much... better. And taller, holy crap, we used to be the same height in Spanish Baccalaureate! He's a good 3-4 inches taller. Wow, it's only been four years and he changed so much.

"Y-you idiot! I should kick your ass for this! I almost didn't even recognize you!"

"Ahaha~ Lo siento, Lovi." Aaaaaaand cue hug. D-dammit! It's so incredibly hot out here, my face is so freaking hot.

"L-let go, idiot! Men don't hug, moron. Hmph."

"Ahh, why~? I'm so happy to see you after four years. Wow, did I get taller? Ahaha~" He kinda stretched his neck more trying to get it over my head for some reason. Whatthehell is he doing? He's still crazy like he was four years ago. "And besides, you love my hugs, secretly!~"

I tried so hard not to let that thought sink in. IamnotsogaythatIlikeAntonio'shugs. IamnotsogaythatIlikeAntonio'shugs. IamnotsogaythatIlikeAntonio'shugs . And instead of looking into those delicious green eyes of his, I stared right at the tomato he was holding in his hand. What? Am I gonna take my frustration out on a poor, mouth-watering tomato that will magically have holes bored into it with my death stare? Antonio noticed me staring at it, waiting for a move, and (thankgod) interpreted the situation wrong. I wasn't really expecting the tomatoes back, but Antonio handed me one anyways.

But he did noticed one more thing. Man, did he choose to be an air-head sometimes? "Uum, Lovi? Don't take this too seriously, but... you look like crap." And that broke off my staring contest with the tomato.

"I know that you bastardo! You woke me up at two in the fucking morning and I couldn't go back to sleep after that, damn you!" I should kick him in the shin, but I should wait for the riiiight moment. Because I'm a devious little Italian like that.

"Ahh, perdóname. Here, tomates will make you feel better!~" Man, that smile he beamed at me could make anyone's heart melt. "Lovi! You look like un tomate! Ahahaha~" And now this deserved the kick to the shin. Wham!

"S-shut up!" Sigh, will my pale complexity ever be seen by this man? I usually only like like un tomate around him. Hmph.

"Ouch. You haven't changed a bit have you? Ahaha~" I can't say the same for him.

"Oy! It's getting late bastardo. And I'm starving, I haven't eaten all day." Just to prove my point, I bit into the delicious looking red fruit in my palms. Mmm, these are good.

"Ahh, yes let's go. I was think I could treat you to Un Piano nel Cielo." With another heart warming smile meant specifically for me. Wow, is the world kind of spinning or what? I think it just got hotter out here all of a sudden, too. But don't think about him, dammit! You're starving, remember Lovino?

"Ahh, whatever. I'm too damn hungry, let's go." I think Antonio noticed my red face, and must have internally giggled with that smile he was pulling off. While he pulled me to his car.

Aaaand, that's the end of this for right now. *tear* I'll be amazed if you'd put of with me this far.
And I promise the fluffiness, and smooching is coming soon, Ahaha~.

And remember, leave a review for the mistakes. ^ J^ They really do help. And write to me about anything you'd wanna see happen between these two. Ahaha~

Now, if you're wondering that line Lovi said, I translated it (but don't be surprised with his language.)

But, Italian:

Cazzo- Fuck.

Ehi, tu! Bastardo, il furto è un crimine cazzo! E, ehi! Se mi stai ascoltando? Non farmiandare lì e battere in su !- Hey, you! Bastard, theft is a fucking crime! And, hey! Are you listening to me? Do not make me come over there and beat you up!

Bastardo- Bastard.

Oh and Un Piano nel Cielo I believe translates to A Piano is the Sky. It's an actual Italian restaurant. Look it up. :3 But I don't think I'll be using the exact setting of the restaurant.

So, Spanish:
(I just had to because I'm a native speaker. And be in mind even my mistakes may be in Spanish because I was never taught to read and write it, I taught myself to do that.)

Tomate- Tomato.

Lo siento- I'm sorry.

Perdóname- Forgive me.

And if you have stayed with me this far and killed yourself while reading this chapter... I just want to say I love you for putting up with me ^ J^

-Striped.