HIIIII.

So this is my newest fic, and I swear I redid the ending to this chapter like 298123 times and AGH. But it's better than it was.

I have to proof my stuff like 40x over just to make sure it all makes sense. And then I probably still end up with typos.

Anyways. So this fanfic is based off the movie 'When In Rome'. I looked around for a fic based off this with Antonio and Lovino and couldn't find anything, so I decided to write it myself. xD I love that movie so much, and all the parts just seemed to... Fit. :D Which made me very happy.

I'll stop babbling now and let you read the story.

When In Rome, Chapter 1 - Matrimonio

"Ve, Fratello, I'm getting married!"

Those words were uttered not even a week ago by Lovino Romano Vargas' younger brother.

And no, Lovino didn't throw a fit when he found out and yelled at his brother until tears formed in the younger siblings' eyes. Not at all.

Alright, maybe a bit.

But Feliciano was just a baby.

And definitely not ready to be getting married. And especially not to some guy who's name was Ludwig. Ludwig.

That's right. He was fucking German. Who names their kid that anyways? Germans, that's who.

And then, to add insult to injury, he had know this guy less than a month.

A month. That's four weeks. That's less than four weeks.

You couldn't even grow a damn tomato plant in that time.

But even when he told his brother that, he was only laughed at.

"When you meet the person – that special person, you just know! You should be happy for me, fratello!"

Happy his ass.

But still, here he stood in a suit, looking at himself in a mirror.

He had to admit he did look pretty stylish in suits. Even if they were stiff and uncomfortable as fuck.

He finally broke his gaze away from the mirror, glancing at the clock. 5:45.

Feliciano's wedding was at six.

Oh shit.

Swearing under his breath, Lovino quickly grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Jesus. He was lucky he lived so close to the damn place. He scoffed at the directions on the wedding invitation. As if he didn't know where it was – everybody got married out there. It was that place right in front of that fountain that tourists came to throw coins it, hoping they'd find true love or get laid or something.

Lovino almost gagged as he climbed into his car, starting the engine. True love. What a mushy term.

… But don't get him wrong or anything. Of course loved existed. He was still a romantic at heart after all, being Italian.

But it took damn well more than a month to 'fall' in love! There was none of that 'Love at first site' bullshit.

Lovino snorted at the thought. Please, he wouldn't give their 'marriage' six months, tops.

And no, he really didn't think all these mean thoughts because he was bitter or anything. To hell with that. And his stupid ex.

That had broken up with him with absolutely no warning.

In a Spizzico.

Oh, fuck that.

Lovino was once again distracted away from his thoughts as he finally pulled up to the building. Pulling his blackberry out of his pocket, he looked at the time.

5:56.

Oh hell yes. He grinned cockily to himself. He knew he would make it.

But his good mood soon passed when he remembered once again why he was here. Dammit, Lovino hadn't even ever met this stupid potato-jerk yet! What did Feliciano think he was doing?

He was going to ruin his fucking life!

All right, maybe that was a bit drastic, but still.

Parking his car, Lovino prepared himself to yell at his younger brother as soon as he walked in the door. Why shouldn't he? Maybe he could convince his sibling he was an idiot and should abandon this wedding ASAP.

But as soon as Lovino entered into the wedding hall, all the mean words he had built up died. Just like that.

Because Feliciano was glowing. Like he was emitting some kind of happy rays or something.

… Whatever. Lovino wasn't a softie. He just decided to be nice. Because it was Feliciano's wedding. Yeah.

He kept walking towards Feliciano slowly, studying him. At least he wasn't wearing a dress or something like that. Even if he was wearing white.

… Damn. That still meant he was the bride, huh?

But that aside, he didn't look too bad. His orangish-brown hair looked neatly combed (except for his one errant curl, although Lovino knew that nothing could be done about that anyways) and he just looked so damn... Happy. His caramel colored eyes were practically sparkling.

And then there was... That. That thing beside him, standing tall and upright. He could tell immediately it had to be Ludwig, not just from the way Feliciano was hanging all over him but just the way he looked. He was so very German it almost hurt, with his slicked back blonde hair, brooding blue eyes and stiff posture.

It was almost like he was the damn personification of Germany itself! Snorting, Lovino walked into Feliciano's line of sight. Almost immediately his eyes lit up in recognition.

"Fratello!" he called out excitedly, waving his arms around. "Ve~! You made it!"

Lovino rolled his eyes, continuing to walk towards them. "Of course I made it. It's your wedding, dumbass."

Feliciano nodded in excitement, throwing his arms around Lovino. Lovino grunted but didn't push him away for once, figuring he should probably be somewhat nice since it was his brother's 'big day' or whatever.

The younger brother suddenly let go of Lovino and beamed at the silent German next to him.

"Oh! Ludwig, this is Lovino my older brother! Fratello, this is," Feliciano paused a moment to give the biggest smile Lovino had ever seen on him. "My soon-to-be-husband, Ludwig!"

Lovino resisted gagging at the tone of his brothers voice when he said that last part. He studied the German silently before the wurst-muncher interrupted his thoughts, mumbling a quick "Pleased to meet you."

Lovino almost laughed, but held his composure and responded with a sarcastic, "Oh, the pleasure's all mine."

He rolled his eyes at the German's obvious look of confusion and turned back to Feliciano.

"Is Bella here?" he asked, bored with his brother and his fiancee already. Feliciano nodded before pointing to the corner where the blonde stood, chatting with someone excitedly. That was so like her, to be so friendly. She probably didn't even know that person.

Bella was Lovino's best- No, his only friend (besides Feliciano of course). She had moved here from Belgium not quite a year ago, and worked with him at the bakery. She was the only person he knew (again, besides Feliciano) that could tolerate hanging around Lovino, almost as if she was immune to his harsh words. Lovino appreciated her because she actually had a brain, something that most people he was around seemed to lack.

"Everyone's here but him, ve..." Lovino heard his brother mumble to the German next to him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"We can just start the wedding without him." he heard the blonde reply. Man, his voice was so German it was annoying. Lovino just wanted to punch him in the face.

"But he's part of the wedding party!"

"He's just my brother's friend."

Wait. Waitwaitwait back it up. So Lovino hauled ass the whole way here only so some idiot that was part of the wedding could show up late anyways? That was some bullshit. He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. Maybe they would cancel the wedding if this guy didn't make it...

After waiting around for about 10 more minutes, they apparently decided that this dumbass that was late wasn't worth postponing the wedding anymore for (plus they were apparently on a schedule. Figures, that German freak.) so they decided to go on ahead without him.

And so Lovino stood next to his brother, ready to lead him down the aisle because oh God what was this world coming to?

He glanced warily at Feliciano, who was so excited he was practically bouncing up and down. Lovino resisted the urge to smack him, and instead yelled at him to "Calm down and focus, dammit!"

And then the music started up and he was walking Feliciano down the aisle, trying to look as happy as he possibly could.

Which probably meant he was grimacing instead of smiling, but whatever.

And then they finally, finally reached the altar after what felt like the walk of death, and Lovino begrudgingly left his brother and walked over to his spot on the stairs. He put on his best 'grin-and-bear-it' face and waited for this whole ordeal to be over. Maybe if he just averted his eyes when it was time for the potato and his brother to kiss...

"We are gathered here today..."

Oh man. Weddings were so boring. Lovino immediately tuned the priest out, letting his mind wander a little bit. He looked around at the audience. He probably couldn't even name half of them! When did his brother get so popular?

He suddenly caught Bella's eye and she grinned widely, pointing at her face. Oh shit, had he been frowning again? Dammit. He straightened up and put his fake smile back on again.

And then the door to the wedding hall was suddenly swung open. Some guy rushed in and took a quick look around, almost as if he wasn't sure he was in the right place.

"S-so sorry I'm late!" he panted. He bent over and put his hands on his knees for a moment to catch his breath, his brown curls falling down around his face. After he took a few gasps of air he straightened back up and hurried down the aisle to stand next to the weird albino-looking kid that was apparently Ludwig's best man.

… Was that a Spanish accent?

Oh god. No. He wasn't going to start this. He quickly pushed out any and all thoughts about the brown-haired man that had just come in. Man, this wedding shit was really getting to him.

"A-anyway," the priest started up again, clearing his throat. "As I was saying..."

"I never really knew that she could dance like this, she makes a man want to speak Spanish..."

W-what? Was that Shakira? Where in the he-

Oh. Of course. The stupid guy who had come in late was fumbling with his phone, trying to get it to shut up. Lovino had to bite his lip to avoid busting out laughing. God, the guy looked so embarrassed.

… Wait, he had service in here? What the hell! Lovino sure didn't have any bars!

Using this opportunity to get a better look at the idiot, Lovino studied him. He had dark-brown, messy hair that stuck out like he hadn't brushed it since he got out of bed while still managing to look styled. How was that even possible? And you could tell he was tan. And not the fake, orangey spray-on tan you found that people on reality TV shows had, but a real sun-kissed tan. And his eyes were the most brilliant shade of green Lovino had ever see-

Wait, what. What was Lovino just doing? Was he... Checking him out? And mentally describing him like some lovesick teenage girl writing in her diary?

It was the wine. Had to be the wine. The little bit of wine he had before leaving the house. Oh, okay, that make sense then. He was just tipsy, that's all.

But even as the priest (who was quite visibly irritated at being interrupted twice in a row) went on, Lovino's mind kept wandering back to the man only a few people away from him. What was his name? Why was he so late to the wedding?

And what service provider did he have, dammit!

He risked another glance over in the strangers direction, noticing that the albino-freak standing next to him looked like he was about to die from holding in laughter. Well at least someone here besides him was amused.

But wow, that guys eyes. No, not the albino, but his... Friend, Lovino assumed, judging by the looks they would sometimes exchange.

Yeah, Lovino was that perceptive. Shut up.

But his little freak-friend must have noticed that Lovino was staring at them, because he leaned over and whispered something in the brown-haired guy's ear. Lovino had no idea what he said, but all of a sudden his eyes snapped to Lovino and he smiled the most blinding smile Lovino had possibly ever seen.

And no Lovino didn't fucking swoon, dammit!

Stupid wine.

A-and the wine was also why Lovino's face was burning! It must've been spiked or something!

"Do you, Feliciano Vargas, take Ludwig Beilschmidt to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Oh, great. Just don't watch, don't watch...

"I do!"

"And do you, Ludwig Beilschmidt, take Feliciano Vargas to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Lovino's eyes widened when he realized he was staring at the brown-haired guy again. Dammit, don't look there either!

"I do."

Lovino looked down at his shoes, feeling that curious green-eyed gaze on him.

"Then you may now kiss the groom."

He looked up at his brother just in time to see them share a quick kiss. Why did he look up? Ugh.. Didn't that potato bastard's lips taste like wurst or something? Ew. Now Lovino had gone and grossed himself out...

And then suddenly the flashes started up. He had completely forgotten about pictures. And that guy was still staring at him..

When Feliciano got a hold of these pictures Lovino would never hear the end of it, especially when he looked so red. Damn.

Ah, wedding receptions. The icing on the wedding cake, right? When you mingle with friends, maybe even make some new ones. Meet people you've never met before, like the other family and whatnot. The "fun" part of a wedding.

Not. Lovino was bored out of his fucking skull, listening to Feliciano babble on about this and that. He finally stood up and walked away, deciding he had had enough of that.

And you know what? Feliciano didn't even notice! Some brother he was! Lovino made a mental note to give him shit about that later.

But for now he was wandering around the reception room, actually paying attention to it for the first time.

It was actually... Nice. Really nice. It had decorations everywhere and looked extremely fancy. It was absolutely pristine, too – there wasn't a sign of dust or anything anywhere.

… How in the hell did they manage to reserve a place this nice within less than a month's notice anyways?

Lovino continued to look around, so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't hear the footsteps coming up from behind him.

That were getting closer.

And closer.

As a matter of fact Lovino was so completely oblivious to everything around him that when he heard a very cheerful voice say "Hello!" to him from behind he screeched and almost jumped a foot off the ground.

"O-oh, sorry!" the owner of the voice said as soon as Lovino whipped around to see who it was. Of course, the wedding-crasher himself. "I didn't mean to startle you..." he laughed, scratching the back of his head. He grinned suddenly, holding out his hand. "My name's Antonio. And you are...?"

Lovino stared at the hand being offered to him, his heart still racing. (From the previous scare of course!)

"Lovino." he said sharply, not taking his hand. Maybe this creeper would get the hint and leave so he could study the damn architecture...

But if Antonio had noticed that Lovino didn't shake his hand he certainly didn't say anything. He only continued to smile idiotically, now shoving both of his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

"So you must be Feliciano's brother?"

Lovino stared at him warily, before giving an irritated sigh. Didn't look like he was going to be getting rid of this dumbass anytime soon...

"How do you know my brother?"

Antonio seemed thrilled at the response, almost as if he hadn't been expecting one at all.

"Ah, well, Gilbert introduced me to him." he explained, nodding to himself.

"Gilbert?" Lovino asked, trying to sound disinterested. Antonio nodded.

"Yeah. Ludwig's brother – you know, the other best man."

Lovino's eyes widened slightly in comprehension.

"The freaky albino one?"

Antonio nodded again, this time more enthusiastically. Lovino was tempted to laugh at the way Antonio's brown unruly curls bounced around his head.

"So," Lovino began, figuring he may as well talk to the idiot while he was here. He didn't seem to be too terribly annoying anyway. Better than hanging out with his brother. "Do you have a good excuse for being really, really late for the wedding? Or are you just an asshat like that?"

Antonio almost looked offended for a moment. "Actually..." he started, giving a meek smile, "I... Collided with a goat on my way here."

Even Lovino couldn't hide his shock on that one.

"I-You-What? You hit a goat?"

"No." Antonio said quickly, shaking his head. "The goat hit me." he corrected. Lovino looked at him with disbelief.

"Oh, don't worry, the goat's okay. And so am I. And my bike too!"

Was this guy for real? Lovino didn't know whether to laugh or smack him.

"Are... Are you mentally challenged?" he asked, with a completely serious. The other male frowned for a moment, looking thoughtful.

"Gilbert says so sometimes, yeah."

Lovino couldn't even stop himself. He smacked his palm to his face. After rubbing his forehead a few times, he looked back at Antonio.

"Nice ringtone by the way."

"Thanks!~ It's my favorite song!"

… Apparently sarcasm was a lost cause on this idiot. Lovino rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something else, when loud music suddenly started up.

Oh great, dancing. Both the males' heads turned to the center of the room where people were now gathering.

And then a huge smile broke out on Antonio's face. He grabbed Lovino by the hand, which immediately made the Italian sputter in protest.

"W-What are you doing?" he demanded, turning red. Antonio only grinned at him.

"Come on Lovi! Let's dance!" he said cheerfully, tugging on the Italian's hand.

And somehow or another he ended up being led out to the dance floor by Antonio.

… It was the wine, dammit!

"Haha! You're pretty good at this, Lovi!" Antonio grinned, leading the flustered smaller man around. Lovino scowled.

"O-of course I am!" he snapped, "And don't call me Lovi! Dammit!"

Antonio only laughed, spinning Lovino around.

Which was unfortunate, because there happened to be a tray with wine on it that he bumped into.

Which tipped over and spilled all over the power-strip that must've held every damned light in this place, since almost instantly it was pitch black in the reception room.

The hell?

That was a real problem for Lovino, because he was a little scared of the dark.

Just a little, dammit! And who isn't? There are creepers, a-and rapists and ninjas that come out in the dark! It only made sense!

And what also made sense was the way he screamed like a little girl and practically clung onto Antonio for dear life. It's completely justified!

Fucking ninjas!

Not that telling himself that made things any better once the lights did come back on and Lovino still had his arms wrapped around the dumbass.

Immediately noticing the awkward position they were in, Lovino sputtered and let go of Antonio like he had burnt him. His cheeks were practically on fire. Even Antonio's were a little red, which was amazing because Lovino didn't think it was possible to embarrass someone so stupid.

"S-Sorry." Lovino mumbled, backing away from the the larger man. Antonio looked like he wanted to say something, but was still too flustered for words and so watched sadly as the Italian walked away.

"So who was that?" Bella asked as she sat down next to a pouting Lovino.

"Who was who?"

Bella smirked, her blonde shoulder-length hair bouncing freely around as she did so.

"Oh, don't play dumb. You know who. Your little boy-toy out on the dance floor? The one you were holding oh-so-close?"

Lovino groaned, not happy to be reminded about the incident. He took another swig of his champagne.

"His name's Antonio." Lovino finally responded. Bella wiggled her eyebrows.

"Antonio? Unf. Sounds sexy." she said, giving Lovino a suggestive wink. He rolled his eyes. Why was he telling this to her again?

"Yeah, whatever."

Bella frowned at the tone of his voice.

"You know," she said, suddenly serious. "When was the last time you went on a date?"

Lovino grimaced. Not since his last, and that was almost 5 months ago...

"No clue." he said, refilling his glass with more champagne. Bella stared at him.

"Exactly." she said. He raised an eyebrow, and she continued, "You keep running away from love. You refuse to fall in love!"

"That's ridiculous." another sip.

"No, it's not." she scowled. "You're afraid of getting hurt again. Lovi, that was like 6 months ago. And you know that getting hurt sometimes comes with love. I know you know that. But sometimes you just gotta let yourself be swept off your feet. So..." Bella turned around, pointing towards the door.

Lovino could see Antonio moving towards it from where he was sitting. Suddenly she leaned in close.

"Go get him."

And with that she was off, bouncing to another table.

Of course, that's just like her. Give some real fast advice and run off so he couldn't ask any questions. Lovino stared at his glass of champagne.

"Oh, what the hell." he said finally, tipping the glass up and finishing it off. He set the empty glass down and took one more glance at the door before standing up and moving towards it himself.

Lovino could feel his brain going fuzzy. How many glasses of champagne did he have again?

Oh well, who cared. It was now or never. He made his way towards through the groups of people gathered around.

As soon as he walked out the door, he sighed a breath of relief. Man, the air felt so good out here compared to the stuffy reception room.

Antonio was just a few feet in front of front of him too, facing the Fountain of Love. Hm, symbolic? Lovino smirked.

Sucking in a deep breath, he took a few steps forward-

And stopped as soon as he watched a man with wavy blonde hair come out of nowhere. He was obviously drunk, babbling incoherent things and trying to feel Antonio up. Lovino raised an eyebrow as he watched the blonde stumble onto Antonio, both of them laughing.

Lovino immediately felt sick to his stomach. He dashed behind a pillar when saw that they were moving back towards the entrance, and he watched them go inside.

"Of course." Lovino grumbled bitterly as soon as they were out of earshot. He slowly walked up to the Fountain of Love, shaking his head

"How stupid. I'm such a fucking idiot." he said, looking up at the statues in the fountain. Of course someone like Antonio would be taken. He suddenly looked down at the water, snorting as he saw all the coins scattered around the bottom.

Taking a quick look around, Lovino swung his feet over the fountain and stood up in the shallow water.

"Because throwing some pocket change in a fountain will totally make someone fall in love with you!" he said sarcastically, laughing. Suddenly he turned serious again, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, right. Every. Single. One. Of you is just some desperate wish that someone will come into your life and sweep you off your feet that is never gonna come true." he said, speaking to the coins.

Suddenly he plunged his hand into the water and pulled out a coin. He examined it and laughed crudely.

"What, some American coin? Please. Gotta do better than that." he said, shoving it in his pocket. He took a quick look around and reached down to pick up another coin.

"Hey, you too. What is this, Japanese? I'll just keep this as a reminder to myself. To stay the hell away from people, that is." he said, looking at the coin. Finally he put it too in his pants pocket.

He reached down again and randomly pulled up a bottle cap.

"What is this? Is this the cap to some vodka? Oh, that's just pathetic." he said, shaking his head. He was on a roll!

He splashed down in the water, now not caring how wet he got. He groped around and picked up another coin, studying it.

"What's this... Ew, French. Forget that." he said, dropping it faster than he had picked it up. He reached down and grabbed the one next to it.

"Oh, but this one is... Hah! I don't even know! Oh, wait... Turkiye? Eh, who cares. In you go." he patted his pocket, feeling oddly accomplished.

"Just one more..." he eyed a particularly shiny one, and pulled it out of the water. He immediately recognized it, and grimaced.

"Spanish coin. Yeah, this one will remind me good." he said, shoving it in his pocket as well. He finally stood up, completely soaked from the waist down. Sneering at the statue, he laughed hollowly.

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about that, Fountain of Love?" he spun around, splashing the water. Maybe he had had a just a little too much to drink.

"Salve! Salve!" Lovino heard a voice yell from behind him. He turned around and groaned when he saw the Italian security coming towards him.

"Oh look, love police." Rolling his eyes, he quickly jumped out from inside the fountain.

In front of the reception's doors Antonio watched with mild interest as Lovino ran off. He wondered what he had missed, as he only saw Lovino spinning around in the fountain...

What an interesting character.

Hey guys. So, a couple notes here.

1.) There is no such thing as the 'Fountain of Love' or the 'Fontana de Amore'. The movie based that off of Fontana de Trevi, which is real but quite different. When you throw coins in there, you're guaranteed to come back to Rome or something. So pretty different, but I went ahead with the movie's version because... What else am I supposed to do? xD And it's cute.

2.) I hope the ending wasn't too fast. I was trying to do the whole drunk thing without just speeding through it, but I'm afraid it kinda looks like I rushed it. Dx Sorry if it does.

3.) Spizzico is apparently kinda like Italy's version of Pizza Hut, but better. Obviously. xD

4.) Let's pretend, for the sake of the fic, gay marriage is legal in Italy.

5.) Uh.. Uh.. Translation notes... Fratello means brother... I think that's the only Italian I used.

and finally... I apologize if someone already had this idea. I looked to make sure, I swear, but there was nothing there. And you know what they say, if you want to read a story that hasn't been made yet... You have to write it. And thank you for reading this fail. T.T I just... Really wanted to write a Spamano where I could have normal Lovi, since my other fic is genderbend...

Again, thanks so much for reading it!