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Spamano: Dear Diary

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Querido Diario,

Lovino Vargas is so cute. Even cuter than last year! And this year, we're both in high school, so I can ask him out without him calling me a paedophile! Although after all those dreams I've been having of him…



It was 07:30 when all of Hetalia High School was graced with the confident, beaming white grin of Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. Like every other day, he stirred the student body with the turning heads of giddy, gossiping girls. Like every other day, he nodded them a modest "Hello" and pretended not to notice. With his cheery, apple eyes, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his smoothly tanned arms and his curling chocolate locks like soft blades of grass, he was the perfect picture of any teenager's dream. His embracing eyes scanned the line of mossy-coloured lockers, leaving a trail of swooning girls like fallen dominoes wherever they passed. Gradually, his carmine lips closed together and curled at the edges in an attempt to suppress his pleasure at the sight of one wind-beaten head of dark brown hair.

A single (double or triple) thought of leaping upon the other boy's back and shouting "Abduction!", or of swiftly covering his eyes and cooing "Guess who?" into his ear, temptingly kissed across Antonio's smiling head, but knowing that his favourite companion was always grumpy on a Monday morning, (just a tiny bit grumpier than he was on every other morning), he decided that it wouldn't do either of them any favours. So Antonio took a deep, poised breath of air and stepped beside the shorter boy as casually as he could pretend.

"Hi Lovi," he pushed forth from his smile, restraining himself successfully from overbearing the irritable boy with his optimistic charms. He watched Lovino, the red-cheeked Italian boy with intent, but Lovino neither looked up nor responded. While the rough and uncaring boy shoved a cluster of tattered and torn text books into his locker, which cried with clanking clunking bangs from the abuse, Antonio tried to dissever whether Lovino's blush was from frustration or from… something else.

"Do you… need a hand?" Antonio leaned forward and tilted his head to better inspect Lovino's stressed features. Giving the curious Spaniard an impatient sideways glance, Lovino slammed shut the door of his locker, causing Antonio to wince.

"No." Lovino grabbed his now half-empty backpack by the straps, and began to walk down the hall, dangling it carelessly by his side. Instinctively, Antonio followed, and kept up with Lovino's urgent pace with ease. He was well used to Lovino's standoffish attitude by now. Watching the shorter male, Antonio smiled cheerfully.

"Hey Lovi, I was thinking-"

"That's a surprise," Lovino rolled his eyes and made a hastened turn right to slump down the next corridor, trying to shake Antonio off his tail with both the quick manoeuvre and his discouraging comments. But it never phased the optimistic Spanish beauty. In fact, it only made him try all the harder, so he continued as though Lovino hadn't interrupted at all.

"I was thinking that if you're free, I could take you out on a date-"

"I'm not."

"You don't even know when I was going to suggest," Antonio laughed light heartedly, "Are you free this weekend?"

"No."

Antonio's drop-dead smile never faltered, "When are you free?"

Stuck for words, Lovino turned his head in order to look away. He couldn't possibly say "never", could he? Yet he knew that if he told Antonio, then that would settle the date. Part of him was tempted to give a date when he wasn't free at all, so Antonio would be stood up and perhaps he could finally get the message. But Lovino didn't have it in him, for some unknown reason, and he didn't want to hurt his pain-in-the-neck like that.

Antonio, having waited several moments for an answer, lightly cleared his throat and spoke again. "I thought I could take you out to that new Spanish restaurant. I heard they have a great selection of tomato-"

"Pedo," Lovino scowled, stopping in his tracks and turning to glare hatefully at his irritating friend. "You sound like you're trying to lure me in with tomatoes rather than candy. Typical paedophile tactic."

With slight hesitation, Antonio slowly followed the Italian boy, who continued on his steadfast way. The Spanish beau had long been used to Lovino's way with words, and he knew well that there was no sense in denying the ludicrous claims. Instead, he smiled brightly, and the girls standing by the walls chatting were distracted and stunned by the sparkle in his eyes.

"Is it working?" he joked, picking up his pace so he could walk side-by-side with his friend. Lovino scoffed and held his nose in the air snobbishly, refusing to look at the pleasant grin on Antonio's face. Lovino hated that. After a few moments of ignoring the irresistibly handsome boy, Lovino gave him the smallest glance and began to turn down another hallway.

"I have to go to Biology, so leave me the heck alone and get to class," he kept his voice as strongly stern as possible, without gritting his teeth or raising his tone. Antonio took the hint; after all, he couldn't be late for his Music lesson. He waved after the shorter, short-fused boy, but Lovino didn't see it.

"It's a maybe, then!" he called, without a single doubt in mind.


Querido Diario,

I haven't got a date from cute little Lovi just yet, but I know I will! He didn't say no, after all. At least… I don't think he did. I decided not to ask him again at lunch. I thought I'd woo him with hugs and neck nuzzles instead. He pretended that he hated it (by hitting me in the chest a few times and then slapping me and storming off) but I know that he loves a cuddle from me ^-^

Anyway, I won't try to ask him out again tomorrow. Don't want to overwhelm him with excitement~ I don't mind if it makes me seem eager, I'm not ashamed of being eager! He's eager too, and cute! But he'll get annoyed if I keep pestering him… even more than I already do. I'll ask him in a couple of days or so…



"So, will you go out with me?"

Lovino's head moved slowly as he glared up at the olive-skinned beauty leaning closely next to him. It was lunchtime, but the cafeteria seemed abnormally quiet. The hushed chatter between boys and girls didn't drown the smooth voice of his companion. Antonio smiled charmingly at him, with one arm resting along the back of Lovino's chair, confidence shining in his starry eyes. It almost caused Lovino's dagger-stare to flail, and so he looked away from Antonio with a disdainful scowl.

"I said no. Are you such a dumb bastard that you can't get that one simple word through your thick fucking head?" and in an instant, even Lovino thought that it came out a little harsher than he had intended. But it had barely effected Antonio, who carefully reached out, took Lovino's stubborn springing curl between his index finger and his thumb, and rubbed it gently with tiny tugs. With that, Lovino's cheeks burst to flames.

"F-fuck off, pervert!" he growled, scraping the metal legs of his chair across the tiled floor to get away from Antonio's desirable grasp, leaving a loud screech as he did so. Antonio almost toppled off of his own seat with Lovino's sudden movement and he lost grip on Lovino's curl, but quickly regained his posture and sat up neatly. To Lovino's hateful stare, he smiled.

"Look," he mused, Lovino's face causing his eyes to gleam as he pointed (without extending his arm too much, because Lovino has sharp teeth) to the attention-craving curl, "It's curled into a little heart shape, now." Antonio knew this would happen; he had well-mastered the skill of causing this pleasing reaction from the young Italian boy. He knew Lovino detested it, but he couldn't resist.

"Fucker," Lovino muttered, trying to straighten his curl back into shape with his hands. He tried his best to ignore the pair of green eyes that watched him, bemused, but it grated on his nerves so much that he couldn't help himself.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he snapped, causing Antonio to flinch. But the sweet-talking Spanish man quickly regained his tongue and whipped it into action.

"I'm sorry, Lovi," he almost hummed, leaning forward ever-so-slightly so that Lovino could feel his breath; so close that it tickled his face and left a pink-hued trail of blush across his cheeks. Lovino winced irritably.

"It's just…" Antonio continued, "It's hard not to stare. You're just so…" Antonio reached out to brush Lovino's rose-tinted cheek with his hand, but Lovino's military reflexes kicked in and he slapped Antonio's threatening, caressing hand away. Lovino was becoming more and more used to deflecting any unnecessary physical affection; the agonising years of living with a brother like Feliciano were certainly paying off, to some degree. For a split second, he was almost sure that he saw Antonio frown, but then it was gone, and he decided it was just a mirage; his eyes playing tricks on him, as they were already hazy with frustration.

"So beautiful," Antonio almost whispered, finally deciding to finish his sentence. He couldn't allow himself to become discouraged; not if he could win Lovino's iceberg heart and warm it in his soft, gentle hands. He watched as Lovino hastily attempted to cover his reddening cheeks, and anticipated his reaction. Instead of answering with a snarky or harsh comment, Lovino diverted his eyes and pretended to be paying attention to a conversation between his twin brother, that German potato-bastard and one of their stupid friends; three people that Lovino detested.

Antonio could tell that his sweet little Lovi wasn't listening to their light-hearted banter, so he leaned in even further, took a deep but silent breath, opened his wanting mouth and said-

Briiiiiing

Lovino almost jumped up thankfully at the sound of the bell, signalling the end of lunch and the beginning of class. Without a word, Lovino slung his backpack over his shoulder and scurried out of the cafeteria. Never had he been so grateful for Statistics. Antonio's eyes lost their irradiating smile for almost one whole second, but still he watched Lovino's small frame disappear into the crowd of scurrying students, a smile playing temptingly on his anxious lips.


Querido Diario,

I'll get him next time ;)



Today, Antonio had slid limbless out of bed with his hair stuck to the back of his neck with lukewarm moisture and a pattern of red creasing lines upon his arms. His weighted body levitated immediately to the window and he hoisted it open, a fair breeze tickling goose-bumps along his lustrous, sticky skin. After massaging his body caressingly under the sweet cold of the bathroom shower, Antonio got dressed for school and ventured out into the blazing heat

It certainly was a hot day if it affected even Antonio from sunny Spain. In fact, as he braved the sun and began to walk up the steps leading to the double doors of the school, no lustful heads turned to stare at his glistening chest through the four undone buttons of his thin white shirt. They were too hot to notice.

The classrooms were even hotter, because some of the windows were stuck and others had no curtains or blinds to seek refuge from the heat. So by lunchtime, Antonio had already decided that he would go and eat outside, wherever there was shade. And it wasn't until he was on his way past the nearly-smouldering grass that he remembered…

Lovino. Lucky little tongue-lashing Lovino sat contentedly under the cooling shade of a scalding tree. Antonio grinned at the sight of two things he desired and two things he would make sure to get. Boldly, he strode over towards the tree and plopped down into the shade.

Lovino watched as Antonio leaned back against the tree trunk and tilted back his head, sighing at the shade as it kissed his forehead. "What do you want?" Lovino scowled, waiting for Antonio to look at him with those gorgeous jewelled and jaded eyes. But he didn't.

"I just wanted to cool down," he hummed through his smiling lips. The shade was so refreshing, he almost forgot who he was sitting beside. Lovino was so tired and warm that he didn't bother to make a fuss. He looked ahead just as Antonio was and they didn't speak.

"What are you doing?!" Lovino jumped and tensed at the hand that slowly closed over his own on the grass. He glared at the blissful Spaniard, who simply stared ahead and didn't make a sound. Lovino looked down to their hands. There was something about it that almost made him smile. But in any case, his hand stayed put.

Antonio skipped over some thoughts in his head like hopping on stones in the middle of a pond. Of all days that he went out without a plan… but not all things needed to be planned. So, on a whim, he leaned in and pressed his lips up against Lovino's.

Lovino moved his head back, but Antonio followed. Soon he realised that his own lips were moving along with Antonio's and all he could taste was a slight salty sweetness of saliva. All he could smell was the fruity scent of Spanish perfume and coconut-scented shampoo. Antonio drew his arm up around Lovino's waist and Lovino's hand, under Antonio's hand, stayed put.


Caro Diario,

I can't believe I let that damn stupid pedo do that. Fucking bastard. Who does he think he is? That's the last time I let him get that close, I mean it. But I do have that date with him next Friday… It's not my damn fault. For some stupid reason the word "no" just wouldn't come out. Neither would "fuck off, asshole". So I was pretty much stuck. He's lucky he's such a good kisser or else he'd have got a kick in the balls…
This is a long long long overdue fic for ~itachisraven. I'm really sorry, but I've been distracted and not too good and now I have A levels in May and June, so I'm under a lot of pressure. But here it is. I already had half of it done and I was determined to finish it today.

~itachisraven requested a Spamano fic where they're both in high school. So it's not like my Teacher's Pet fic, where Antonio is a teacher.

I hope you all like it. Especially ~itachisraven. Again, I'm sorry. I'll get my fics back in action soon. Getting yelled at might help to motivate me, if anyone's interested :P
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