It's mainly Spamano, but some Gerita, (and some FrUk) appear.

Some deaths, but, well, no horror!

Human names used :3

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

"It's almost your birthday now," Feliciano said with fake cheerfulness. It was really obvious to Lovino, but for some reason, Antonio and his two best friends didn't seem to notice.

Lovino forced a smile, responding to Feliciano's acting. "It's also your birthday, too, dumb brother." He grabbed his glass which was full of tomato juice and drank it to cool his temper down.

He told himself not to worry what would happen after his birthday—that whatever happens, it was the fate and he can't do anything about it. How many years did he tell himself this?

But meeting Antonio just ruined it. All those years of preparing for his birthday was crushed by his smile. He was now scared; he didn't want his birthday to come.

"Oh, yeah. Your birthdays are coming up," Antonio radiated his usual cheerful aura. He glanced at Feliciano and soon he set his eyes on Lovino. "What do you want for presents, brothers?"

"You dropped a noodle on the floor, bastard," Lovi grumpily growled as he pointed the carpet. He pointed it out partly because he was actually grumpy that his carpet was stained, but mostly to hide his embarrassment.

Francis chuckled as he took a sip of wine. "Ohonhon, Antonio. You made Lovi mad."

Before Lovino could defend himself and tell Francis not to call him Lovi, Antonio somehow grabbed Lovino from across the table and held him like a precious baby. "Hey, no one calls my Lovi Lovi except for me." He pouted.

Feliciano giggled, looking interested. Gilbert spat his wine out, and Francis just giggled like a pervert.

"I was thinking…since you guys seem very tight now," Francis went on, "I thought I would give you guys a present," he smiled and he searched something in his pocket. Soon later, he took two pieces of colourful papers. Lovi wondered what they could possibly do with two pieces of papers, but he soon realized they were tickets. Tickets for an amusement park.

Antonio let out a gasp and he snatched it from Francis' hands quickly. His eyes widened as he read the words on the ticket. "Oh my… I've always wanted to go to this amusement park!" he bounced up and down like a little kid. He looked so happy to have two pieces of tickets Lovino couldn't help but smile a bit.

"You're giving this to us? Really?" Antonio then realized he snatched them from Francis' hands without permission.

Francis smiled again. "Of course. Well, actually, I have another pair of tickets. I bought extras by accident so I thought I might as give them to you. It's almost Lovino's birthday, too." He took out another pairs of tickets to show them.

Gilbert rolled his eyes. He obviously didn't like how Antonio got to have free tickets. He poured more wine in his glass and complained, "Why don't I get a free ticket, Franny?"

"I would have consider giving them to you if you actually had a date and a birthday coming up," Francis shrugged, smirking.

"Oh, so it's all about dates," Gilbert chucked the whole glass of wine grumpily.

"Well, thanks Francis!" Antonio thanked Francis, completely ignoring Gil's complains, then he went back on reading.

"Wait, this is only valid today," Antonio frowned. He glanced at Lovino then Francis, who looked up from his wine when he heard Antonio's questioning tone.

"Oui," he said slowly. Francis' eyes started to wonder around. "Um, is today bad? If today doesn't work, you could always give them to—"

"ME!" Gilbert shot up straight, knocking his plate and wineglass off the table. Lovino also shot up straight when he saw his carpet turning into a colourful canvas, covered with food.

Francis waved his hands, trying to calm them down both. "Wow, you guys need to chill. Gilbert, I was going to say—never mind. But I don't see why today wouldn't want for you, Antonio."

"I'm okay with it, but…" he glanced at Lovino again. Lovino noticed and he shrugged.

"I'm fine. I don't have any plan today."

Francis clapped as he sat up straight. He smiled, "Great! I worried a bit there—oh, and we might run into each other. You see, I'm going there today, too."

Gilbert automatically asked, "Who are you going with?" His eyes were blazing with wanting of the tickets. If he was in his normal state, he would have refused to go with Francis, but this amusement park was very famous and it was Gilbert's favourite. He would have gone with Ivan for that matter.

"Oh? But sorry, Gilbert. I know I'm gorgeous—"

"It's not like I want to go with you!" Gilbert spat as he realized what he had said.

"—but I have an accompany already." Francis smirked, his eyes full of amusement.

Gilbert opened his mouth but he closed it without saying anything. He just sighed and sat down, groaning. "Well. Love comes first then friendship, huh?" he grumbled. He waved his hand to Francis as he shot a glare. "Fineeee, if you prefer to take dear Arthur with you."

Francis' eyes were still full of amusement, but Antonio gasped with surprise. He was the slow one after all. "You're going there with Arthur? Wait—how did Gil know this?"

They couldn't help but shake their heads at Antonio for his slowness.

"I feel sick now," Lovi groaned he collapsed on a bench. Antonio, who still looked like a cheerful bastard, worriedly supported him. He handed him a cup of iced tea they bought minutes ago, and Lovino poured it down his throat, hoping it would calm his anxiousness down.

They were at the amusement park for at least two hours for now. They hadn't run into Arthur and Francis yet (thank God), but Lovino was glad to hear that Francis was trying to work something out. He didn't want any fighting.

Lovino was pretty good with rides, but who knew this slow Spaniard was invincible? They have ridden at least 10 roller coasters, 5 free-falls, 8 horror-houses with many 'ghosts', and about 20 other spinning or falling or scary rides he couldn't remember.

He'd thought that that would be enough to make the strongest man in the world collapse, but he was definitely wrong since Antonio was looking down at Lovino normally as if nothing happened. This just made him madder.

"You feeling better?" he asked as he padded him on the back.

Lovino wanted to shoot some words at him since he was feeling grumpy, but the feeling of anxiousness in his stomach just didn't help. He grabbed his stomach and groaned. It was just getting worse; he shouldn't have had drank that iced tea.

"Um, I'll take that as a no," Antonio answered his own question.

He had this kind of stomachache before, and he knew how to fix this. Just hoping his voice was working, he opened his mouth and asked, "I need something hot."

Antonio's eyebrows squished together. "What?" he asked. He bent over, closing in the gap between them.

Lovino cursed. His voice was all gross and cranky. He could barely understand his own sentence. "I. Need. Something. Hot. To. Drink," he said, articulating every word this time. It sounded more like a human language than an animal growl this time.

"Oh, right. Right," he nodded. "I'll go get something hot, all right? So stay here." Lovino cussed again silently—when was he going to stop treat him like a child?

He stared at Antonio as he ran to the nearest coffee shop. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Antonio left him forever. Would he be able to survive? He only met him months ago and Lovino barely knew anything about him. Would Antonio survive without him? He survived without Romano, who seemed very precious to me, so why not without Lovino?

Because all those thoughts were going through his head, he didn't notice when a person slapped his back and yelled, "Yo! Surprised to see you here!"

He almost vomited when the pure strength hit him on the back, which was transported to his stomach. His head was about to explode and that yelling did not help. He leaned forward, and he didn't dare to look up because he knew he was going to lose it if he did look up. But he knew this voice.

"Hm? You okay?" he asked casually.

DO I LOOK OKAY? He yelled mentally, wanting to punch this person in the face, but that wasn't possible right now. Feeling worse, he covered his mouth with his right hand.

"It's been a while since I saw you. I thought you were dead or something!" he laughed out so loud Lovino thought his head would burst. "I mean, I've heard some rumors, but I of course didn't believe that. Say, where were you? I haven't seen you in, like, 70 years!"

Despite all the pain, he couldn't help but listen to this guy when he said 70 years. This guy knew his past self, Romano—and now he was getting them mixed up.

Lovino desperately wanted to learn more about Romano. Was he really grumpier than him like Feli had described? Did he really squint like Lovi did whenever he was mad like Francis had described? Did he really like Antonio? What did he really do? He could've asked Feli or Antonio, but he knew from the outsider, Romano would have looked different. He wanted to know everything about him so he would understand more about himself, too.

The guy went on without Lovino having to plead him to go on. "The last time I saw you, you looked very worried, and you said something about Veneciano doing something stupid. What was that?" he asked. When Lovino didn't answer, he just sighed. "Fine. You guys—Veneciano and you—never told me anything, and I thought we were pretty close," he said with sadness in his voice.

Lovino guessed Veneciano meant Feliciano. Veneciano….as in Venecia...Venice? That explained the name Romano. It did sound like the capital city of Italy: Rome.

"Ah, I remember when we first saw each other. I wasn't born until you were all grown up, and I was so excited when I learned there were going to be real countries living around me!" he exclaimed with excitement. This guy's mood changed so quickly and Lovino couldn't follow it. One second ago he was complaining about his past, and now he was all excited about their 'first meeting.'

"I remember Veneciano's face when he first saw me. He bounced up and down crazily and he tried to hug. I got really scared and rejected it. He was soooo sad after that," he laughed at his own memory. "Ah, but you were more realistic about me…worrying about living with a little guy like me and stuff. I was scared of you and I thought you didn't like me at first, but it turned out to…you were actually nice."

Romano was nice. Lovino made a mental note to himself. Romano was nice according to this stranger with familiar voice, but for some reason, he quiet didn't agree with him. If Romano was similar to Lovino, he couldn't have been nice.

"Spain freaked out when he saw me the first time. He thought you shrunk or something. He played with me until you got jealous," he chuckled and Lovino could feel the stranger's gaze.

He paused at last. Lovino was starting to wonder if this guy never shut his mouth up. Yes, he wanted to hear something new about Romano, but he didn't want to a noisy Italian man rambling beside him. He liked silence—it was calming his stomach, too.

…wait. How did he know this man was Italian?

Before he could answer his own question, the man asked solemnly. "Do you still like Spain?"

Lovino almost fell off the bench. Spain? Why was this guy randomly asking if he liked Antonio or not?

"I remember…" he paused as if he wasn't sure if he should go on or not. Lovino wanted to tellhim to go on, but he just couldn't find his voice. Thankfully, the man did without Lovino telling him to. "I remember…one day, you came to me, almost crying and you said you, well, broke up with him. I mean, that was long time ago, but…are you guys still…not together?"

Lovino's head was starting to hurt from confusion. What was this guy talking about? Romano and Anto—Spain broke up? How come he never has heard of this? No one had mentioned it and that wasn't in his bits of past memories he recently retrieved. He still remembered Antonio's face when he ran into Lovino in a market; when he first saw Lovino. It was full of surprise and love. He wouldn't have had a reaction like that if they broke up.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy. The gross feelings in his stomach started to fade gradually, which was good. But as the feeling disappeared, he could also feel that he was losing the control of his own body as if something or someone was slowly taking over his body. It was a very gross feeling and he actually wanted to vomit. He felt like he would feel better if he vomitted this feeling out.

Then he could feel his body move. But he didn't remember commanding it to move.

Even before he could panic, he heard his own voice. It was like hearing it through water—heavy, fuzzy and hard to understand, but still understandable. He had said, "Long time no see."

His body was speaking with his own mouth without him telling it to.

What is this? He wondered as he tried to command his own body. They didn't listen. He tried to move his eyes, tried to stare at something else, but that didn't work—it felt like as if he was watching a movie.

He could feel his jaw muscle tense; he realized he was smiling. His head moved, and his eyes were set on that man who was talking to him for the last 5 minutes. Well, more like talking at him.

The man looked strangely like Lovino, but there were some distinctions between him and Lovino when Feliciano and Lovino barely had any. He had that unnatural curl but it was more square then Lovino's circular curl and his hair style was somewhat different. His face was lean and his ears were a little bit pointy, making him looked elfish.

Lovino knew him—no, Romano knew him. He was in Lovino's bits of past memories. But he couldn't remember exactly who he was.

Before he could even go through the fragments of memories of Romano, he could hear his fuzzy voice again. "I didn't mean to hide everything from you," he said, "I guess we—me and Veneciano—were trying to protect you, but it just made you feel left out. I'm sorry," he smiled. His face muscle was starting to hurt. He never had smiled this much in a day before.

The man looked surprised to see him talk, but then he met his eyes with a smile. "It's okay. I understand."

"And about that breaking up…" he hesitated. "I broke up with him, actually. I thought it would hurt less that way…I knew I was going to have to leave him soon or later…"

"What do you mean?" the stranger frowned.

"I thought I had to say an eternal good-bye. To Antonio…to everyone I knew and adored."

The man looked confused. The frown didn't disappear and he grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. Lovino—or whoever was controlling his own body right looked up, too, and he saw tears. Tears in his other brother's eyes.

"But you're here right now," the stranger said. He probably meant to say it confidently, but his voice quivered. "You've returned. That's not eternal."

He could feel his eyes widen, and somewhere deep inside of his heart, he could feel surprise and love. But he knew those weren't his—those feelings belonged to whoever was controlling his body right now. And whoever it was, he just wished it would give his body back soon.

"Right," his voice chuckled. "I'm here. Right now."

And that's why, the fuzzy voice that seemed distant suddenly rang clean and close , Lovino, you shouldn't fear.

Lovino realized quickly that this clear voice was only heard by him and that the voice was speaking to him directly and privately.

I shouldn't fear what? Lovino wondered. Did the voice know what Lovino feared when he himself didn't?

Good-byes, Lovino. The voice whispered. Good-byes.

A/N: That stranger was Seborga, just in case that wasn't obvious :D Oh, and REALLY REALLY sorry for the late update. Would you believe me if I said my laptop broke down? :))) Cuz it's true hahahha...hah..haha...haha..ha.