A Spamano fanfic based on a RP from Tumblr.

Thanks again to those who reviewed and gave me some advice! I promise that everything will be cleared up in this chapter...

Well, that's my intention at least.

I own nothing, as I've said before.

"Veh...Fratello...It's morning! Rise and shine~!" A finger poking me in the cheek makes my face curl up in a scowl. It keeps poking me, the annoying, cheery voice calling to me from above allows me to identify who it is. "Fratello...fratello...fratello...brother...brother...brother...big brother...big brother...bro...bro...bro...fra...fra...fra...fra...fratello...fratello...fra-"

"WHAT, GOD DAMN IT? What the fucking hell do you want?" I snap as I sit up straight in my bed, though I regret the decision immidiately when the room starts spinning. I clutch my head and take a deep breath, trying to calm my rage and my throbbing headache. "What do you want?" I ask again, slightly less angry than before..

My idiot little brother leaps up in surprise and cowers in fear, but settles down quickly. "I-I brought you some painkillers." He holds out to me two small red pills and a glass of water. I down the pills, the cool water against the back of my throat relaxing me a bit more. "I was really, really worried about you when you came home drunk last night...You don't usually go out drinking unless something's happened. If you want to talk about it, you know that I'm here for you to-"

"I don't need you to fucking worry about me." I cut him off, crawling out from underneath the covers of my bed. Feliciano hands me a pair of pants off of the ground. Reluctantly, I take the pants and slip into them. I really didn't need him to care for me like I was some toddler or anything like that. He's just being stupid again. "And nothing happened, okay? So just...go away and leave me alone, damn it."

He makes a strange whimpering noise, nods, and leaves the room, quickly mentioning that he made some biscotti and brewed some coffee for breakfast. Once the door was shut and I was alone in my room, I lean back on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. My head was killing me enough without mio fratellino bugging, what from all I drank last night. I've always been a bit of a lightweight, but damn...This is by far the worst hangover I've ever had. It feels like I had five dozen bottles of wine or something.

At that time, my brother's words 'unless something's happened' echo through my head, pouding along the side of my head like a bongo drum. I hate the fact that I lied to my brother on such a large scale, but I didn't need him worrying anymore about me than he already was. He didn't need to know why I drank so much like I did. He didn't need to know how much pain I was in or how broken I was on the inside. It was as if I was a giant jigsaw puzzle and that one piece that would make me whole was just missing. Now the pieces that were already there were slowly falling apart, too. I'm scared that if I don't find that final piece soon, I'll just be a big heap of puzzle pieces that don't fit anywhere.

"Fuck...those painkillers are making me think weirdly..." Grabbing a plain old t-shirt from my dresser, I throw it on, along with a pair of worn jeans and start heading downstairs to the kitchen. I can smell from the coffee from the top of the stairs, it's bittersweet aroma warming me up from the inside out.

I walk into the kitchen, my brother looking up at me from the stove with a weary smile on his face. He's cooking up something it seems, a few sizzles and pops coming from the small pan. "Ciao, fratello! Are you hungry this time today?"

My eyebrow raises at the weird question as I sit down at the kitchen table. This time? What was he implying when he said that? Glancing down at my clothes, I realize that the once rather tight jeans I was wearing were now very baggy. I was practically swimming in them now, but when I bought them, I remember groaning about how tight they were. "N-not especially..." I mumble, remembering his question.

He frowned and sighed. "You haven't been eating very much this past month...You barely touched the pomodoro panini I made for you for lunch yesterday! I even made sure that it had a lot of tomatoes in them!"

"I just haven't been hungry, that's all. No big deal." It wasn't much of an answer, but it was true. I really hadn't been in an eating mood as of lately. Everything tastes bland to me, even tomatoes.

"It's a big deal to me!" Feliciano then steps away from the stove and grabs three biscotti from the tray to his right. He walks over to cabinet, grabbing a plate and places them on the plate, sliding the plate towards me with a rather angry look on his face. "You better eat up! You're going to wither away to nothing if you keep this up!"

Staring at the biscotti and at my little brother, I sigh and take a bite out of one of the crispy biscotto. "Happy now, Mother?" I say sarcastically. The biscotto's bland, like everything else I've eaten in the past month, but it makes Feliciano's frown go away.

He happily smiles and goes back to the pan on the stove. "Very much so! Now keep eating and I'll get you some hot coffee. Three sugars, no cream, right?"

I nod and take another bite of the biscotto. It wasn't as bland as when I first took a bite of it, but it was still pretty tasteless. It was like eating solid water with just a tiny hint of that flavoring stuff you add in it to make it taste better.

Feliciano shuffles around the kitchen a bit and finally comes back with my coffee. "Here you go~!" He sets down my coffee mug, white in colour with a tomato on it. I'm suddnely struck with the memory when I got the mug for my birthday two years ago. I claimed it was a stupid gift back then, but I've never used any other mug since. My heart sinks at the memory; more specifically, who gave it to me in the first place.

"...Antonio..." His name dies on my lips as a low whisper, so low that I almost didn't hear myself say it. It's been a while since I've actually said his name. Well, said his name and didn't burst into tears.

"V-veh! Fratello! What's wrong?" I was about to ask what he was talking about, but then I felt it: a wet drop of something fall from my cheek. One right after the other, faster and faster. I try to wipe them away, but they just kept falling. My brother rushes to my side, worry written all over his face. "Fratello...Maybe...maybe you should just go lie down for a bit."

Stupid me. Stupid, weak, crybaby me...

I hadn't been entirely sure why I had decided to go for a walk that day, but all I knew was that I wanted to get some fresh air for a change, instead of the boring cubical that I work in daily. I suppose that would be a good enough reason alone. Or perhaps it was my brother's stupid potato bastard of a friend staying over for dinner that I needed to escape from.

Well, either way, I had arrived at the small park by my house with no idea of what to do there. All around me I heard children laughing and playing games with smiles on their faces, as well as couples walking and talking about random mushy-gushy shit like all couples do. The sky was clear, like it was all the time here in Madrid.

As I continued walking, I noticed that a small crowd of people were gathered around the other side of the fountain I was approaching. It was most likely a street performer or maybe a very heated arguement or something, but I was still curious. I walked around the backside of the crowd and looked forward from the very back of the crowd. There was definitely music now, a sweet and cheerful melody flowing from a guitar that was being played with expert skill. I tried to get a better look at who was performing, and when the person in front of me finally moved, I got that better look I had been hoping for.

...That was the first time I saw him.

Him, one of the sexiest people I've ever seen. His skin was like warm caramel. Strong muscles could clearly be seen through his shirt, yet his nimble fingers were moving gracefully across the guitar strings with gentleness as if he were caressing a lover. His eyes, those sparkling emeralds, held the same, heartwarming smile that he wore so proudly on his own lips.

I was never one to believe in love at first sight. It was a dumb and stupid concept. But the way he looked at me as he played, the way his eyes seemed to burn holes through me, it all just made my heart fly up to the highest clouds and never want to come back down to Earth.

'T-that doesn't mean anything though! Like hell do I, Lovino Vargas, fall in love at first sight. That's for desperate losers and shit like that! No way in hell am I in love with a guy I've never even said a single word to!' I stood there, silently yelling at myself, until the song ended and everyone started leaving. I realized how late it had gotten and immidiately started heading back to my house as well. Before I knew it though, I heard a voice calling out to me.

"Señor! Wait up! Please!"

It was probably just an annoying survey taker or something like that, but I turned around anyways. "What do you want?" I fired back at him, quickly regretting what I just said when I realized it was the guitar player from earlier. His face was flushed from running, but he still looked pretty fucking ho

The guitar player stood there awkwardly for a bit before his smile from before returned. "I-I um...I'm Antonio! It's nice to meet you!"

Wait, did this guy seriously just run over to me to introduce himself? What an idiot. "Uh...okay? Do you want a fucking medal or something?" Seriously, what kind of person does that? Either this guy was dumb, or he was a totaly weirdo pervert in diguise. Damn, if he kept me here any longer, it was going to be really late by the time I got home. "If you haven't anything important to say, then I'll be leaving now." I was about to start walking again when I felt his hand around my wrist. The action made me turn back to him, a heavy frown on my face.

"I noticed you while I was playing my guitar back there. You weren't smiling like everyone else!" Okay, this Antonio guy was really weird. He ran after me, stopped me, introduced himself, and now he was complaining about me not smilng while he was plyaing the guitar? He quickly followed up the former statement with, "I wanna see you smile now!"

My smile? The man wanted to see..my smile? I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and I shook my head. "W-what? Che palle, you're really getting on my nerves! Fuck off! Let me go!" I began to struggle in his grasp, but he didn't let go so easily.

"Nope! Not until I make you smile!"

"I'm not smiling for some creepy random guy like you!"

"Please?" The pleading look in his eyes made me squirm even more. Though, I couldn't do anything due to his iron grip."What if I played your favorite song? Would you smile then?"

"Damn, you're persistant! I'm leaving!"

The hand on my wrist relaxed and I heard a soft sigh from Antonio. "W-wait! Before you leave..." The tone he used then, I don't know how, but I felt myself relax as well. It was as if he were speaking to me like he knew me for years. "Can...can I get your name?"

"What?" He wanted to know my name? Why? I doubt I'll forgot how weird this Antonio person is...

He smiled down at me (w-what? He was taller than me!). "Your name. What is it? I want to be able to say 'hello' to your properly the next time I see you here!"

So...he really expected me to come back here? And he planned on saying 'hello' to me, too? I felt that familar heat rise up to my face and I turned away, not wanting him to see me blush. "What the hell makes you think I'm gonna come back here? This could be the last time I see you for all you know, bastard."

"Si, I know. But that's all the more reason to get your name. You never know who's going to end up meaning something to you."

'You never know who's going to end up meaning something to you'. Those words rang in my head like bells, echoed like yelling in a cave. Something, I'm not entirely sure what at this point, but something there told me that I shouldn't just brush off those words. Something told me I should hold onto them with a tight grasp and keep them close to my heart. Something also told me that I should, no...I needed to tell this guy my name.

"Lovino." I mumbled quietly.

"Huh? What'd you say?"

I gritted my teeth. "Lovino! My name is Lovino, okay? Now leave me alone!" And with that, I tore my hand from his and ran away, a skill I've always been good at. Always running, always hiding.

That man...Antonio...

Clearly, this wasn't the last time I was going to talk to Antonio. This is only the beginning...

Second chapter done! I'm sorry if nothing was cleared up here, but I promise everything will come together in due time.

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