A/N:

Yes, another plot bunny has taken refuge in my mind AND THIS ONE I SHALL FINISH! *determination*

...Anyway, this was supposed to be dark and creepy (because the song that inspired it (Tick Tock by Nina Söderquist) has that creepy-awesome vibe to it) buuut throught the inspiration of other songs... creepiness was lost.

So: this contains EVENTUAL Spamano, but there's kinda light shota at the beginning... and other parts... sorry...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the songs that inspired this~

(Lovino Vargas - 8 years old)

The green eyed shadow watched the little boy sleep and sighed, resting his oily-black chin on equally black hands, elbows resting on the windowsill. The tiny brunette looked so peaceful when he slept. So vulnerable… and so cute~!
His (because he had claimed the boy (he did not know his name) as his own) little boy grunted in his sleep and turned to face the open window, letting his secret audience see his angelic face. The shadow almost laughed, but thought better of it, trying to stay silent. The boy was only this sweet and silent when he was sleeping. The shadow knew (from watching the boy for a while now) that when he was awake, the boy was fiery, passionate, and stubborn as a bull. He was the shadow's fiery little Roman warrior, his Romanito. Really, now that he thought about it, perhaps that was what attracted him to the boy in the first place.
The shadow was about to let himself into the room, but hesitated as his child turned away from him again. He had never entered the room while the boy was there before, choosing to watch his child from a distance, lest he scare him away before getting close enough.
As the small child started to whimper in his sleep, the shadow could feel his heart breaking and he crawled silently through the window and onto the boy's bed, curling himself protectively around the smaller body. His boy snuggled into the new source of warmth and tried to clutch at the oily blackness that was the shadow. "M-mama!" he cried, "Mama, don't leave!" The shadow held him closer. His poor abandoned child! Who would leave such an angel?
The shadow tilted the boy's face up to his. "I am here, mi querido, nothing can hurt you," he breathed onto his child's lips, carefully fitting is own onto them and relishing in the sweetness that the little human possessed. One of his hands combed through light chocolate hair and toyed lightly with the one unruly curl that the shadow found adorable.
The boy whimpered at the contact, a dark blush making its way across his chubby cheeks, but he did not struggle or awaken, much to the shadow's delight. He slowly pulled away, still running a loving hand through the boy's hair, and smiling at the cute blush that erupted on his child's face as he toyed with the curl.
Outside, the sun was beginning to rise, signaling that the shadow had to leave. The green eyed creature placed one last kiss on his Romanito's forehead. "Good night, mi Romanito, sweet dreams," he cooed lovingly before slipping back out the window to wait for his child to awaken.
'Romanito' slept on, unaware that his nightly visitor had come and gone.

"God damn that boy!" the servant cursed angrily as he picked up the shards of another broken vase. "If he wasn't the master's grandson, I'd see that he was sent to work in the factories, where he belongs!"
"Now, don't be so harsh on the Young Master!" Alice, the kind, Belgian maid said, helping the servant, her older brother, clean. "Lovino means well, he's just clumsy! He doesn't try to make more work for us."
"Honestly, Alice, I don't see why you protect him so much," Lars sighed. "He's just a troublemaker. If he was more like his brother, then maybe he would have more of an excuse for his rude behavior."
"If he was any more like his brother, we'd have a whole new list of problems," Alice huffed, disposing of the last of the broken vase. "But it wouldn't hurt for him to be more carful, would it?" she admitted.
"Not at all," Lars agreed and bid Alice farewell, disappearing down the corridor.
Alice sighed and fixed her skirt before hurrying into the gardens to try and locate the Young Master. He was always getting into trouble and then running off to avoid… well, everything. He didn't seem to enjoy anyone's company, choosing to get himself lost in the gardens for hours on end. The poor kid always seemed so lonely!
"Master Lovino!" Alice called as she walked down one of the many twisting paths in the gardens, hoping that he wasn't too far away. The gardens at Master Vargas' manor were a labyrinth of twists and turns, making it very easy to get lost. To make it worse, there were many dangers in the gardens as well. Many horrible stories had been made by people in the village and even servants in the manor itself about hideous monsters leading children into the gardens to never be heard from again. "Master Lovino, please come out!"

Lovino was sulking in between the tomato vines in one of the more accessible parts of the garden, glaring at nothing. It was barely noon and the day already sucked ass for him. He pulled his knees to his chest as he remembered his grandfather cooing over how cute his little brother was. "Little Feli, you are just so cute!" the older man had laughed, holding the toddler close. "Your brother should take lessons from you! You could teach him how to be cute for his grandfather~" he hadn't even seen Lovino in the room with them!
Lovino tightly closed his eyes against furious tears. It wasn't fair! Just because Feliciano was cuter and more obedient and less clumsy didn't mean that his Nonno could show so much favoritism! Lovino was there, too, dammit! Although, maybe he should be used to it by now. Ever since his mother died and his father left, Feli had always been put first.
In the distance, he could hear Alice calling for him, but he ignored her. Why bother returning to the manor when nobody would care if he was there or not?
"Chiquito, why are you crying?" the concerned voice of a young man asked from in front of him. Lovino tensed. He hadn't heard any footsteps…
He slowly lifted his head to see a spotted brown and white cat staring at him from the tomato vines. Its emerald eyes watched him curiously and as it tilted its head, the sun glinted off of a small silver cross around its neck. Lovino blinked at it. Cats don't talk, right?
He looked at the garden around him and found that the only other living creature with him was that cat… that was staring at him creepily.
"What the hell do you want, cat?" Lovino growled, glaring at the cat.
"Mrow," the cat purred and slowly crawled out of the vines to sit in front of the boy. When Lovino didn't come any closer to him, the cat took it upon himself to jump into the Italian's lap and make himself comfortable.
Lovino yelped and tried to dislodge the cat, but the feline wouldn't have it, gently digging his little claws into Lovino's pant leg. Lovino huffed and fell onto his back in defeat. "Damn cat… what the hell? You just want to use me as a bed?"
"Mrow."
"That's not an answer, you know."
"Mrow!"
Lovino almost laughed. "I'm pathetic! I'm so lonely; I'm talking to a cat!"
"Mew…" the cat huffed, as if he could actually understand the boy. Really, the cat was just happy that the boy wasn't crying anymore.
The two lay there in silence for a few minutes; Lovino finding pictures in the clouds and the cat napping on his stomach. Lovino didn't feel lonely anymore, either. Sure, it was a cat, but it liked listening to his ranting at least…
Although, the cat's eyes kind of scared him a bit. They seemed more human than animal.
"Master Lovino!" a girl's voice broke the comfortable silence that had engulfed the two in the tomatoes. The cat hissed quietly at the interruption. "Master Lovino!" Alice sighed in relief at the sight of the boy. "Your grandfather was worried about you-"
"You and I both know that he wasn't," Lovino didn't look up at the maid. "Don't bother lying to me."
Alice sighed. "Well, I was worried about you! Who's that?" she asked, noticing the brown and white cat on Lovino's stomach. "Did you make a friend?"
Lovino sat up and stared at the cat on his lap, ignoring her questions. The cat didn't seem to like that and dug his claws into Lovino's stomach.
"Sss!" Lovino hissed in pain. "Pain!"
"Spain?" Alice laughed and helped the boy to his feet. "That's an odd name for a cat."
"That's not-" Lovino tried to explain, but the cat – Spain – was staring at him in a creepy way again. "…It's not weird, dammit."
"Well, okay then," Alice smiled. "I bet Spain's hungry. Why don't we go get some lunch?" Lovino's stomach growled, making the boy blush. "I guess you're hungry, too!"
Spain followed the humans out of the garden with his head held high. Step one was complete. He was close to Romanito.

One morning, Lovino opened his eyes to find himself nose to nose with Spain.
With a disarticulated yell, Lovino panicked and sent himself flying off the bed. Spain watched him from atop the bed, tail flicking with amusement. The boy was so cute!
"Bastard cat, you probably find that funny, don't you?" Lovino growled.
"Mrow~" Spain purred. 'Funny' wasn't the word he would use, but yes, it had been kind of amusing to watch.
Still grumbling about bastard cats, Lovino threw on simple clothes and walked down to the kitchen with Spain at his heels. Since he found the cat (or had the cat found him?) a few days ago, the stupid furry creature hadn't let Lovino out of his sight. Really, Lovino found it annoying. But, although he would never admit it out loud, Lovino did enjoy the company.
Soon, Lovino marched contentedly down one of the long halls in Vargas Manor, his breakfast of bread in hand. As he walked, he dropped pieces for Spain, which the cat cheerfully ate. As far as Spain could tell, Lovino was a happy child… okay, maybe 'happy' wasn't the right word, but he wasn't depressed of lonely like his master had said…
Of course, Spain's thoughts on the boy changed as the two approached the door leading to Master Vargas' art studio. Unlike the other doors in the hall, this door was open, allowing light from an open window to fall into the hallway. A child's laugh and an older man's chuckle also found its way into the hall and into Spain and Lovino's ears.
Lovino tensed and walked more quietly, approaching the door with a scowl on his lips. Spain cocked his head in confusion and padded silently behind him. What made the boy so tense?
Spain peeked into the room and saw a boy, a smaller, smiley version of Lovino, sitting on an older man's lap, paintbrush in hand and working happily on a picture on a large piece of canvas in front of them.
"Feli, you're so cute!" the older man laughed, hugging the boy, Feli, tight. Feliciano laughed and turned back to his picture. "Look how talented you are!" Romulus Vargas praised his grandson. "Maybe you can teach Lovino to be such a good painter!"
Lovino grunted unhappily, but his grandfather didn't seem to hear him. Feliciano paused in his painting, but just as quickly gave his grandfather a big smile and asked him for a new color of paint, as if nothing had happened.
Spain turned back to Lovino to find the boy running back down the hallway as fast as he could, not caring if someone heard him or not. Startled at how fast the boy was, Spain hurried after him, catching up to him when he reached the garden, once again hiding himself within the tomatoes.
"Stupid little brother," Lovino sniffed, petting Spain as the cat nudged his hand. "He's always making me look bad! Nonno likes him more… hell, everyone likes him more! It's always Feli this and Feli that. The only thing they ever have to say to me is 'be more like your brother'. It's not fucking fair!" he cried, hiding his face in his knees.
Spain nuzzled closer to the crying child, trying to comfort him as foot steps came closer to where Lovino hid. A shadow fell over him as whoever owned the footsteps came to a stop in front of him and crouched down. Spain slipped behind Lovino and hid in the tomato vines. Lovino lifted his head slowly as a gentle hand made itself comfortable in his hair, avoiding his curl almost like it knew what it was... "Mi Romanito, why are you crying again?" a young man's voice whispered comfortingly. Lovino flinched at the name; it was somehow familiar, but nobody called him that… and the voice was familiar, too…
He opened his eyes to look at a man with curly brown hair and green, so very green, eyes and a concerned, white smile. He didn't look to be any older than twenty five or something like that. His clothes seemed normal – a slightly dirty drawstring shirt, brown work pants and boots – except for a bright red jacket that pirates in storybooks would wear. "Why are you crying?" the man asked again.
"F-fuck off!" Lovino slapped the man's hand away. "J-just leave me alone."
"But you're obviously upset mi Romanito!" the man persisted, pulling the squirming buy into his lap. "Please tell me what's wrong?"
Lovino gave the man a wary look. He didn't know him, and didn't Nonno always tell him not to talk to strangers?
But it wasn't Nonno too busy with Feli to care about him, anyway? At least this man wanted to listen to him.
"Nonno and everyone only care about damn Feliciano," Lovino said bitterly, unconsciously leaning against the man's chest. "If I stayed out here forever, nobody would fucking care. Hell, they would probably be happy to get rid of me. All I do is screw up anyway."
The man rocked himself and Lovino back and forth slowly and soothingly. "What if I told you that I could bring you somewhere that you would always be wanted; a place made just for you however you would want it to be?"
"I'd think you were a crazy bastard," Lovino said truthfully, making the man's chest vibrate with kind laughter. "…Why?"
"Well," the man stopped rocking. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course not!" Lovino scowled. "I don't even know your name, dammit!"
"I'm Antonio, a friend," the man took Lovino's hand in his own and kissed it, making Lovino scowl. He wasn't a girl!
"And I'm-" Lovino tried to introduce himself, but the man cut him off.
"I already know you, mi Romanito."
"But that's not my name-"
"No, it's not, but it's what you are: my Romanito."
"Your Romanito?" Lovino said quietly, watching the man intertwine their fingers. He had never been anyone's anything before…
"Si," Antonio kissed his head, taking advantage of Lovino's distracting thoughts to press another kiss to the child's neck. "My Romanito. Do you trust me, then?"
Lovino hesitated, unconsciously exposing more of his neck for Antonio to kiss, letting out a small giggly breath at the tickling sensation the lips created. This man was strange, he shouldn't trust him, but then again, he felt safe and wanted in his arms. Perhaps… perhaps Antonio was the only one who actually cared about him…
"Si," Lovino nodded, pushing Antonio's face away from his neck as the kisses became wetter and more strange-feeling to the little boy. "Yes, I trust you…Antonio."
The green eyed man smiled against Lovino's neck. His precious boy was finally his.
Spain watched from the tomato vines, ears flat against his head. Master was not going to like this…

A/N:

Okay, someone tell me if the format is screwed up on this, 'cause it looks odd as I type this Author's Note out...

So, should I continue it? Scrap it?

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