Well, here's the sequel to Sam, Dean, and Two Crazy Italians. Yeah, I decided to do it. If you haven't read the first story, this isn't going to make any sense to you at all. So, please read the other first. And if you're a returning viewer, welcome back. And thanks for coming back even with the hell I put y'all through in the last story. Remember, I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and I never will.

Well, without further ado, the story.

Lovino stamped on the gas pedal, speeding down the road. His companion glanced at him nervously. He brushed it off, however, and increased his speed more. The Ferrari obeyed, the scenery around them blurring as the car reached about ninety.

"Don't you think you should slow down?" Antonio asked. "I would rather not die wrapped around a tree today." He laughed nervously, uncertain about how the younger's sanity was holding up.

"Why? I'm a perfectly good driver. I'm not going to make us wreck." After a moment, he allowed the car to slow back to seventy five to appease the other man.

Antonio sighed in relief and relaxed in his seat. He looked out the window at the trees whipping by the car. He allowed the car to be silent as Lovino like for several more minutes before his curiosity got the best of him again. "So, who were those men in the restaurant? They seemed like they knew you well."

"I already told you this! We all worked a case together!"

"What was the case?"

"Ghosts. A witch. Nothing to big…"

"You're generally more specific when you talk about your cases, Lovi."

"That's not my name! And why do you have to know!?"

Antonio watched the younger man as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles quickly turned white. "I don't have to know anything…" he whispered. "I just want to know more about you and your friends so that we can make this work out."

"They're NOT my friends, bastardo. Now mind your own damn business or I'll drop you off on the side of the fucking road."

"You're so cruel, Lovi." Antonio pouted slightly, before he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He pulled it out and answered it with a cheery, "Hello!"

Lovino glanced over at him as he listened to whoever was on the opposite end of the line. As Antonio hung up, the Italian turned his hazel eyes back to the road. "What was that? We get a new case?"

"Yeah, actually. How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess…" he answered with sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"We need to go to Wisconsin. Apparently they're having a little problem with their dead staying dead."

"Ghosts?"

"No. I mean, bodies getting up and walking out of the morgue and going back home. And killing the rest of their families."

"How many times has it happened?"

"Three so far. And get this, all of the dead guys died the same way. Heart attack. Perfectly healthy guys and their hearts randomly stop working. I think it's pretty suspicious all over. We need to go check it out. Don't you think so, Lovi?"

"Definitely. And that's not my name."

Lovino stepped on the gas pedal again and peeled off toward Wisconsin, Antonio reading directions off to him from the classic map in the glove compartment.

Every now and then, Antonio would sneak a glance over at the younger hunter. Antonio had only started hunting a few years ago, and he hadn't seen much compared to most hunters. And he hadn't experienced a loss that was the norm. He had discovered the supernatural world on his own, and had set off as a lone hunter. He wasn't very effective. Then there was Lovi who was a complete mystery to him.

He had met him when the boy had pulled up in his Ferrari and taken the head off the vamp that was about to make Antonio its dinner. From there, after several hours of arguing in a nearby diner, the Spaniard had convinced the younger to let him come with him to be his new hunting companion.

Antonio had told him the whole story of discovering a big book of supernatural facts in the attic of his sister's house she had just bought. He had originally wanted her to come with him to hunt, but she wanted no part of it. She did however agree to always be on the lookout for possible cases for the eager new hunter. In the end, it was this that made Lovino even consider letting Antonio join him. He admitted to not being the best researcher, as that was his former partner's job, and need someone to help him out in that area. So, the duo set off to hunt together.

However, Lovi never told Antonio anything about him. He didn't know how the young man had started hunting. Who his former partner was. Or why he continued to hunt. Now, he wouldn't even talk about two guys in a diner.

Even though he'd only known him for a few weeks, the one thing Antonio had been able to pick up on was Lovino was an amazing hunter. And he took great pride in his knowledge of how to kill monsters, ghosts, and demons. And as a general rule, he didn't mind talking extensively about his past cases. But, whenever Antonio asked what had happened right before they met, he always shut up like a clam. The Spaniard could tell the younger hunter was obviously upset about whatever it was that had happened. And it had something to do with the older men they had met in the diner. Antonio made a mental note that if he ever met them again, he'd sit down and get the whole story for them.

Antonio sighed and folded the map once they had gotten off the back roads and onto an interstate. He shoved the map in the glove compartment and put his feet up on the dash.

"What the hell are you doing!? Get your dirty feet off the dash. If you scratch up my car, I swear to God, Antonio!" Lovino suddenly screeched at him.

"Sorry…" the other said, slowly setting his feet back on the bottom of the car. He hadn't realized Lovi was so materialistic when it came to his vehicle. "Can I climb in the back and sleep for a few hours."

Lovino didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Fine. You might do less damage back there. Be careful climbing back there though! I don't feel like pulling over."

Antonio smiled happily and leaned over kissing Lovi on the cheek.

Turning redder than a tomato, Lovino barked at him, "Not while I'm driving dammit! Just go to bed you asshole!"

Antonio carefully climbed in the back of the small car and laid down as comfortably as possible. He smiled at the back of his Lovi's head. He felt genuinely lucky to have found him. Even though he didn't like to show it, Antonio knew Lovino liked him just as much as Antonio like Lovi. He wasn't as open about it, but Antonio knew he was. He was brash and rude about things sometimes, but once he had cracked the tough outer shell, Lovi was sweeter than he had ever imagined.

His last thought as he drifted off was of the Italian in the front seat and how he might get him to open up.

First chapter, complete. Tell me what you thought. Think I should continue it. Give me opinions. Critiques. Doesn't really matter. I just really like hearing from my readers.