Well, here it is, chapter 2! I do apologize for Lovi's potty mouth. I know it may seem a bit much at times, but hey, at least he's not physically abusing someone every five minutes, right? ...Right?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.

This was it. The entire fashion industry was abuzz, and they were all gathered in the same room for the same reason. After waiting for an entire year, it was finally time for the big event.

Lovino Vargas's fashion show.

While his shows were always popular, none were as full as this one. Why? Because everyone from the snobbiest model to the designer's very own brother wanted to see what new designs he came up with for his current model, the star of the show: Antonio. It was very simple really, and anyone who had been to any of the Italian's shows knew how it worked: one man and a handful of trend-setting outfits, followed by a number of well-dressed women following the theme. This one was no different.

Backstage, people ran around, making finishing touches on outfits, Kiku was communicating with the lighting and music crews, security made sure no crazy fangirls or overzealous paparazzi made it backstage, and the great Lovino Vargas himself shouted orders over the chaos.

"Enrique! Help Miss Rima into her dress! Can somebody find the fucking castanets already?! I swear, Joey, if I see you eating another doughnut… Get your fat ass back to work, can't you see we're busy?!"

Whirling around, Lovino spotted his assistant and snapped, "Kiku! How are we with the music?"

"We are good to go, Mr. Vargas."

"Bene." Lovino replied, already walking away. In his haste, he didn't bother to correct Kiku's formal title for him, and instead focused on making sure everything went smoothly. He always felt the need for his work to be perfect, but he was particularly anxious about this show. It meant more to him in a way that none ever had before.

Consulting his clipboard, Lovino checked to make sure all preparations were in order. So far, so good-

"Oof!"

Lovino was yanked out of his intensely focused frame of mind by a collision with another body- a slightly larger and much warmer one.

"Ah, lo siento," Antonio said, his quick reflexes kicking in as he wrapped his arm around the Italian to keep him from falling. "I didn't mean to bump into you, Lovi. How do you feel?"

"Well, aside from your fat ass nearly knocking me over," Lovino scoffed with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. They both knew Antonio was as fit and well sculpted as ever. "I'm, well… frankly, I'm nervous as hell."

Pressing a reassuring kiss to his forehead, Antonio gave him a sweet smile and said, "I'm positive it'll all end up wonderful, querido."

"How do you know?" Lovino grumbled.

"Because," Antonio murmured, leaning down to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Because it's one of your shows, Lovi, of course it'll go well. You know what you're doing."

"Our show," Lovino corrected, making Antonio's smile widen. Lovino looked away, pretending not to notice the dreamy expression his simple statement had caused, even though it secretly pleased him that he had such an effect on the Spaniard.

"Right, our show. That only means that it's bound to be amazing. After all, you and I make a great team, don't we?"

"I suppose so," Lovino mumbled reluctantly. He allowed himself a few more moments in Antonio's embrace before he snapped back into work mode. Looking over his boyfriend, his eyes widened and he took a step away from him.

"Why the hell aren't you dressed yet?!"

Chuckling nervously, Antonio began to make his retreat towards his makeshift dressing room. "Ahaha, right, well, I guess we'll talk after the show! Te quiero, Lovino!" he cried, fleeing from the string of harsh expletives that followed. Lucky for him that Lovino had no unimportant blunt objects at hand because those would have been flung as well.

Lovino shook his head. When would that damn lovable idiot get his shit together? Still, he had to admit that his little interaction with the Spaniard had calmed him. Just a little.

"Five minutes," someone called out, and the words acted like a fast-forward button because those minutes rolled by faster than a spool of thread in Roderich's house. The man was the musician and composer helping with the show's music, but he could have been a tailor with the quick way he patched up clothes.

All too soon, Lovino heard the strum of a guitar- the opening sound to the music for his show. He had decided to include the instrument as soon as he heard the way Antonio's smooth, dexterous fingers had played it one day.

Since the show was to be based off of Antonio, Lovino needed apt music for his model, too. After hearing that the Spanish man was fond of and respected guitar solos in music, Lovino considered the prominent use of a guitar in his show. After all, instruments were versatile in that a single one could add its unique touch to any piece of every genre. There was no doubt in his mind that a guitar could leave its mark in his fashion show.

Lovino searched high and low for a good guitarist. Kiku had brought in a multitude of hopefuls, but none of them seemed to fit. It was like his model hunt all over again- and once again, Antonio was the only solution that worked for Lovino.

"Ugh, this is too damn frustrating," Lovino had groaned after another fruitless day of searching. Antonio was already in the studio when Lovino with that complaint on his lips, and he asked about it. Lovino explained his need for a great guitarist for the music in his show.

"Oh, is that all?" Antonio asked, smiling easily. Lovino bristled at such a remark.

"You say that like it's no big deal! This is serious business, you idiot!" he rebuked.

"I know it is, Lovino," Antonio replied, still totally composed. "I just meant that I can play the guitar, so I can help you!"

Lovino had already been prepared with a snappy retort, but his temper deflated at that. "You can?" he asked, blinking in surprise. He had known that Antonio liked the instrument, but he didn't know he could actually play it. That was surprising useful information- information that had been kept from him.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner, you dumbass? You could've saved me from wasting so much time like I've done all damn week!"

Antonio shrugged. "You never told me you needed one and you never asked if I played," he pointed out. Not wanting to recognize this truth, Lovino told him to stop being a smartass and demanded proof of Antonio's skill as a musician.

"Well, I don't have mi guitarra here, so unless you have one…?" Antonio said, looking around as if he expected one to magically turn up somewhere. And, knowing how ridiculous he could be at times, he probably did.

Instead of responding, Lovino walked off to another room and Antonio could hear the sound of a door being opened—a closet, perhaps?—and objects being carelessly dropped, or thrown, to the floor. After a few minutes and several loud curses from Lovino as something landed on his foot, the Italian returned triumphantly holding a simple tan guitar in his hands.

"Here ya go, bastard," he said, looking pleased with himself as he handed over the instrument.

"Where did you get this? Why do you even have a guitar lying around here?" Antonio asked as he set about tuning the guitar.

"It's one of Feliciano's," Lovino explained. "The musically-inclined idiot also has a harmonica, keyboard, and a viola here. Oh and a tambourine, but that shit's mine now. I claimed that baby a long time ago."

Chuckling to himself, Antonio strummed the guitar a bit, testing the sound. "Hm…"

Before Lovino knew it, his model had already launched into a favorite Spanish tune. Lovino listened and watched in awe.

Antonio fingers glided and plucked gracefully at the strings, turning each chord into a caress and each note into a kiss of music. Lovino found himself hypnotized, watching the way Antonio's fingers moved and listening to the result of each touch as he did so. Then Antonio opened his mouth to sing and Lovino was lost, absolutely mesmerized.

If Antonio voice's was like silk just speaking, then Lovino had no idea how to describe Antonio's voice as he sang. It was amazingly rich and smooth, like pure velvet that didn't fill the room, but wrapped around just him. If Lovino closed his eyes, just for a moment, then he felt as if he could lay back and curl up with the comforting sound, which somehow felt warmer than any quilt. He was so lost in the rapture of listening to Antonio, the experience that was his voice, that it took a minute to realize that the song was over.

He peeked over at Antonio, who was watching him carefully. "Well," Antonio asked, giving him a sweetly nervous smile. "Did you like it?"

Lovino eyes widened. Like it? The emotion stirred up by Antonio's voice seemed to rush up and congeal in Lovino's burning cheeks. "It was… Just... You sounded… I… Dammit, we're putting that in the show."

Antonio laughed joyfully and gingerly set down the guitar next to him. "Que bueno!"

He smiled the entire time Lovino gave him instructions on what he needed to do, where he needed to go, and who he needed to meet up with in order to help with the music. For his part, Lovino scowled and tried not to stumble over his words, cursing the Spaniard for being able to have such an effect on him.

Of course, the music would be an eclectic piece overall- bits and pieces of original measures woven through various popular songs along with fitting traditional ones tying the whole thing together.

The lights dimmed and the spotlights focused on the runway. Lovino could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest down to his stomach and back up to his throat where it remained lodged with nerves. This was it. The fruits of his experiences this past year with Antonio were about to be presented for hundreds of people to see. In the back of his mind, Lovino wondered if this could be counted as an invasion of privacy. He figured probably not since he was the one orchestrating the entire event anyway.

He could hear the eager applause as the show began. It died down into low, nearly inaudible chatter as the first model made her way onstage. Moving to stand beside Kiku, Lovino paid no mind to the crowd's responses, not yet anyway. He waited for Antonio to take the stage. When he heard the soft gasp of the audience, he opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and watched intently as his sexy lover made his way down the runway, wearing the first design Lovino had ever made for him.

It was simple really. It consisted of a billowing white shirt that hung loose on Antonio's body with flowing sleeves that had almost unnoticeable ribbons that tightened around the wrist. Sleek black tights clung to his toned legs, but the long shirt, which was only partially buttoned, fell just past his pelvis in a teasing sort of way. Antonio had deliberately let his hair grow a bit longer than usual for the show, and it only added to the allure of the look: with the length of his shaggy hair and the puffy white shirt, he could have been the hero of a cliché romance/adventure novel.

Lovino called the look: Fabio.

Antonio had laughed when he first told him the title, and to this day he still grinned whenever Lovino teasingly referred to him with that name. Finally relaxing a bit at the crowd's obviously positive response, Lovino rocked back on his heels and let out a soft sigh.

"Seems the show has finally begun."

So yeah... There you have it! Not what you were expecting, I'm sure, but I do hope you like it anyway! Please review to let me know what you think~! Reviews mean more glorious Spamano~ :D