Hello guys! Emil here! :3 This is dedicated to my friend ImmortalZoe on Smule. Enter Antonio F. Carriedo's POV! I hope you enjoy :3

Reviews are appreciated. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own the Vargas' homemade pasta sauce XD.

Hola~! I'm Antonio, a freshman home room teacher.

Since you just met me, I'll tell you a few interesting things about myself. Turtles and tomatoes are the best things on earth. I enjoy my job because I really love kids. But one day, I hope to find my soulmate so I can make my own. Impossible thought right? I'd never met a girl who would date me for more than a month.

It was today that a student of mine, Feliciano Vargas, invited me to come home with him for dinner. It was out of the blue since it was only the third day that the school year started, but he looked so cute, I couldn't possibly turn him down.

"I'm home!" Feliciano announced when we entered his house.

An older man sitting on a rocking chair, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee in his hands, looked up. "Hello Feliciano! How was your day? And oh, hello good stranger! Who might you be?"

I was not used to being called "good stranger" but I didn't mind. This place seemed like a good influence, a happy place. It smelled of spices and tomato sauce as well as some of my other favorite things. "I'm Antonio, Feliciano's Homeroom teacher~!"

The man smiled warmly, his brown eyes sparkling with delight. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Feliciano's grandfather but you can call me Roma. Feliciano has talked about you so much!"

Feliciano...Likes me that much? Fist pump for me~!

"Hey!" A new voice yelled from the stairway, "Who's this bastard?" An older boy, maybe about sixteen(?), came down the stairs with a sketch pad under his arm. I couldn't help but catch my breath. He was stunning. I'd never seen human hair in such a lovely shade of auburn. And though his amber eyes were guarded, I new they were hiding the same sort of sparkle as his grandfather's.

Roma didn't seem to appreciate this angel as much as I did, unfortunately, his eyes immediately narrowing. "Lovino! Be nice to our guest!"

The boy, Lovino, lowered his piercing gaze the slightest bit. "Yes, sir."

My goodness he really was beautiful. This family was really jam packed with stunning people.

"We're making pasta for dinner tonight!" Feliciano said in a sing-sing voice. "Lovino, help me cut the tomatoes!"

I smiled. It was pretty ironic that Lovino was wearing a white T-shirt that had an Andy Warhol tomato-can that said "besame mucho!" on it. How cute!

Lovino's bandaged arms deftly sliced the tomatoes into little, round, delectable...Wait...bandaged? How could someone hurt such an angel?

"Hey Lovi, what happened to your arms?" I asked, impulsively.

Lovino stopped cutting. I could see his stance stiffen a little. "It's none of your business, bastard. And don't call me Lovi, my name is Lovino."

I grinned. "Okay Lovi~!" Oh, how I love teasing kids~!

"What the heck?! I said my name was Lovino!" He said that with slight agitation, as if the name pained him. Of course, I knew tons of people who hated their real names, so this was perfectly normal.

"I give all the kids I meet pet names." I explained. "Like Feliciano here is Feli~!" I replied, patting Feliciano's head.

"I'm not a damn kid!" Lovi snapped.

"It's true! He nicknamed everyone in class!" Feli said, making puppy eyes at his brother.

Annoyed, Lovino smacked his brother lightly on the shoulder. "Still, don't call me Lovi." He snapped, avoiding my eyes.

"Aw, fratello. Well, anyways, dinners almost ready, why don't you go sit down." Feliciano said happily.

"I'm not hungry." Lovi growled.

"Now Lovino, we have a guest, so since you're not hungry, why don't you entertain us." Roma suggested.

"F**k you! I am not your toy."

"Oooh, feisty aren't you~!" I teased, receiving a dirty look from him.

"Fratello! You play guitar! You should sing that funny love song again." Feliciano suggested, putting a plate of steaming pasta at my place at the table.

Lovino turned an even deeper, cute tomato red. "There's no way in hell I'm going to sing that! That song's embarrassing!"

"What song?" The grandfather asked after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Don't tell him. If you do, I'll kill you." Lovino threatened, turning even more red.

"But fratello..." Feli protested.

"No!"

"I'd like to hear it." I commented.

"Your f**king vote doesn't count." Lovino retorted.

"Lovino, be polite to our guest." Roma scolded, "I'd like to hear it as well."

"See Lovi~?" I smiled widely, "Three against one. You have to do it." "Fine! But I'm only singing one verse!" Lovino stuck out his tongue and went to go get his guitar.

"Yay! It's been a while since he's sung. I can't wait to hear him! " Feli clapped his hands.

I had to admit I couldn't wait either.

Hiya!

As you can tell, I'm not the best at writing in Antonio's POV. It's partly because he's so childishly optimistic, if you didn't notice. The poor guy's head over heels in love with the Immagonnacursemyfaceoff

Are you waiting for the next songfic chapter? I hope you are! This one will need LOTS of editing so it might take awhile. While you're waiting, I'd appreciate if you'd review and take a guess at what the song might be! :3

Hint one: It's a eurovision song.

Hint two: It's Italian

Hint three: It's from the 21st century.

Have fun and good luck :3