Ciao~ It's Dogsrule here! And guess what! This thing a collabe between Yamiyo. Darknight and me! Yayness! Well actually it was an RP first that became a fanfic ALL because of a video. XD ht tp: /www. youtube. com/ watch?v=w9JuIlXmanQ&feature=channel_video_title (Just get rid of the spaces)

Anything else…oh! Yeah! The title Diavolo Angelico is 'Angelic Devil' in Italian. Fitting huh? XD And Yamiyo. Darknight is Italy and Spain while I'm doing Romano's and Germany's parts. (yes it is ironic. XD)

Neither one of us owns Hetalia. There IS a reason why this is called a FANfiction.

It was sunny outside, and the small city was bustling with people who were rushing around, busy with their everyday lives. There was the chatter of people talking on their cell phones and the noise of the children's games and laughter was abundant throughout the streets. The happy atmosphere of the area was highly ironic to the angel who was chasing after his brother. Nobody could actually see him, since he was hiding his presence from the mortals, but even so, there were far too many. They were getting in the way of his chase.

"Fratello! Please wait!" young Feliciano cried out, pushing himself through the thick cloud. He was still a little behind but he was steadily gaining on his brother. When he finally reached his brother, he grabbed his arm. Having stopped the elder brother in his tracks, he huffed a few times to catch his breath. "Fratello…Is it true? Did you really get turned into a devil?"

Lovino kept silent with his back turned away for a few minutes. Then he muttered, "What do you think dumbass?" Then he turned and looked back with blood red eyes. "Does this answer your fucking question? I'm not fully one yet...but the damn crystal that did this is already started working on me. I won't be able to control myself soon so I'm leaving." Then Lovino shook his arm out of the grasp and stepped back. After bringing out a pair of jet black bat-like wings Lovino rose into the air. "Don't dare follow me Feliciano. I don't want you to get hurt, so for your sake think of me as your dead older brother…since I might as well be dead." Then he flew off and disappeared behind a cloud in the sky.

When he was a good distance away Lovino turned back with sad eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry Feliciano…I never wanted this to happen…please forgive me."

Feliciano felt conflicted by the words spoken to him. He knew he would be too late even if he were to take off after him. "How can I think that you're dead? Fratello…" He felt hot tears begin to burn in his eyes and he wiped them away only to have more streak down his cheeks. "I don't want you to go…" He began to cry when he thought about how his brother would not be near him again. Forcing himself to stop his cries to sniffles, he wiped his face again and gained a determined look. "I'm not leaving you."

"Ugh..dammit. Now what the hell should I do..?" Lovino wondered out loud to himself. "I know that dumbass won't listen to me, he never does. So should I-! AUGH!" Lovino cried out as he doubled over in pain. As he flew to the ground he clung to it as two horns sprouted out of his head, then a pointed tail started moving back as forth as he started to stand up. "Ahh." He sighed as he stretched. "that feels so much better. This'll work, now I don't need to worry about any of those damn limits I had as an angel." After a flex of his wings Lovino walked over to a nearby pond and looked at his now fanged smirking reflection. Then he glanced up at the clouds. "Well, if you want to try to find me Feliciano, then good luck."

...

Heh, that bastard looks like a good target. Lovino thought to himself as he watched a man walking down the street. The now twenty-two year old slowly started following the other man while making sure that he was in the shadows. Almost there….

As Lovino got his claws ready he reached out a hand against the wall next to him to steady himself just before he pounced. But when he felt a twinge of pain he quickly looked at the cross he had accidently touched and gasped. "Dammit!" He growled as he started to try to pry his hand off of it, but then a brilliant white light shown from the cross and blinded Lovino just as he fell down unconscious.

...

25-year-old Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was having a hell of a day. Not only did he get fired from his dead-end job (which was kind of a mix of good and bad since he'd hated the job), he'd been falsely accused of molesting someone on a tightly-packed bus. It was after 5 hours of arguing with the police that they finally brought in the actual culprit and he was let go with (semi-sincere) apologies.

And then when he was walking home, he was splashed by a car that ran over a puddle.

And then bitten by someone's dog.

And then tripped over by someone he'd walked by.

And then had trash dumped on him from someone who was throwing it out their window.

Yea… It was NOT a good day. He wanted to go home in one piece and shower and then go to bed. He didn't even care about eating at the moment. With his current luck, it would spontaneously combust. Even if it were ice cream. It was that bad.

Or was it?

He heard a thud behind him and quickly spun around to find a young man collapsed on the ground. His mind halted and he froze in place feeling very confused. Where had he come from? The sky? He hadn't been behind him before had he?

He stepped over and knelt down by the man and put a hand on his thin shoulder, shaking it a little. "H-hey? Are you alright?" He rolled the brunette over to get a better look at him. Maybe he had an I.D.? He was unconscious as far as he could tell. He searched the man's pockets for a wallet for an I.D. but there was nothing. Frowning in concern, he figured he should call the police but with no I.D. they probably wouldn't be able to anything either. He started to stand up and walk away, feeling like the boy was probably a criminal or a run-away that he didn't want to deal with, but he didn't feel like he could just leave the poor guy there.

Antonio scooped the chestnut-haired man into his arms and decided to take him home and take care of him at least until he was conscious and able to go off on his own. "I wonder what his name is?" Antonio wondered aloud to himself with a smile.

...

Lovino slowly opened his eyes and sat up. "Dammit! Why the hell does my head hurt?" Lovino groaned. "And where the hell am I…?" He asked as he looked around the bedroom he was in. It looked like a nice clean room, with a bed (that had a tomato patterned sheets…?), a dresser with a mirror, and the late afternoon sun filtering into the window. I look like hell…just what the fuck happened? Lovino thought as he looked into the mirror.

Then a mouth-watering smell hit him. Enticed by it Lovino slowly inched to where the smell was coming from. As he peeked in Lovino saw a brown haired man standing at the stove singing in Spanish. While debating whether or not he should try to slip out before the man found him Lovino accidently hit his knee against the door frame and let out a loud, "CAZZO!", from the pain. Then he stiffened when the man turned back at looked at him.

"AH! Dammit! I-I it's not my fault I'm here! I'm not one of those damn creepers or any shit like that! I just woke up in one of the beds! I have no fucking clue how I got here so don't do anything to me dammit!" Lovino stuttered and started to back up a little.

"Oh! You're awake! Comó estás?" Antonio asked with a wide grin. "I was worried since you've been unconscious for a little while so I didn't know if you had hit your head. "And I know you're no enredadero. I brought you here myself." Gesturing for the man to come over towards him, Antonio continued to smile. "I've made some paella. Are you hungry?"

Lovino stared at him. "…You brought me here? I don't even know who the fuck you are bastard! But speak English dammit! I don't know Spanish! And what the hell is that 'paella' shit?"

"A-ah well, I didn't want to leave you on the sidewalk, you know? Anybody could have picked you up! Even a murderer." Antonio replied with a slight frown. "And I speak Spanish because I am from España. Just be glad I'm not speaking completely in Spanish. Porque usted no le gustaría eso, no?"

He got out several plates and set them down so that he could place some of the paella on it for the both of them. "Come and sit down. Paella is very good so you should try it before you start calling it bad." He sat down at the table and gestured for Lovino to do the same. "I won't do anything to you, okay?" He gave a reassuring smile that he hoped would calm the brunette down. "By the way, my name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can just call me Antonio if you'd like. What's your name?"

Lovino slowly walked over and sat down at the table. "…my name's Lovino. Lovino Vargas. And fine, I'll try the damn paella so you better be happy about it bastard." He said as he glared at Antonio. "I'll trust you for now but you better not do anything dammit!" Then he sat and stared at the plate in front of him before taking a small bite, then he took another little larger bite. "Well..it's not poison so I'll give you that." Lovino said after he swallowed.

Antonio smiled as Lovino finally gave his name to him. "I see. It's nice to finally meet you when you're awake, Lovi~. Thank you for trying it." He watched as Lovino took a bite and then a second, smiling when he "complimented" it. "I would hope it wasn't poisonous. It'd be bad for me too, then." He began to start eating his own meal, but paused to ask, "So where are you from? And why'd you pass out on the street like that? Were you sick or did someone hurt you?" He set his utensil down and stared at Lovino with his emerald green eyes. "Do you have family that you can contact? Or is it something that you don't want to talk about? Or maybe you were chased out of your family…" He started to ramble, and even began to believe in some of it. He stood up in a hurry from his seat and gasped. "That's horrible! Poor Lovi! Do you need help? Do you want to stay here with me until you can get everything settled with your family?"

Lovino jumped up and away from him and shouted, "W-What the fuck? First off don't call me 'Lovi' bastard, it's fucking stupid sounding. And second I don't have any damn problems with my-!" Then Lovino stopped and looked down. Did he have problems with his family..? Now that he thought about it who was his family? Where did he come from? When he felt Antonio's gaze he looked to the side and stuttered, "A-Actually…I don't really know if I have problems with them….I don't even remember who the hell they are…I can't remember anything aside from my name and something else…" Then he paused to let what he said sink into Antonio's head.

Antonio shrank back slightly when Lovino began to shout at him, cringing at the harsh language being used. "S-sorry. I just thought that the nickname Lovi suited you…" He became more concerned as Lovino began to explain that he did not remember anything aside from his name and… "something else"? "What do you mean by 'something else'?" Antonio asked, worried that Lovino might have amnesia. "¡Pobrecito! Do you want to stay here? Or do you want to go to a hotel to stay at? Then again, you didn't seem to have a wallet on you either. If you'd like to stay here, then I don't mind. At least until you recover your memories. Unless there's somewhere else you'd like to go…" Antonio offered, feeling that he wanted to help this young man that he'd never met before.

"Fine…I-I guess I'll stay here…especially since I don't know of any damn place for me to stay at." Lovino mumbled slightly ashamed about his shouting at someone who seemed to have helped him out of the goodness of his heart. "But….um….the 'something else' I was talking about…" Lovino started unsure of if he should say it or not. Finally letting out a sigh Lovino said, "Is that I'm an angel…." But when he saw the stare Antonio was giving him he exclaimed, "D-Dammit! I know I sound insane as hell but it's the truth! I'm not making it up or lying about it!"

Antonio's eyes widened and he looked a lot like a child who was just told that their father was Santa Claus; overly excited and in awe. "Are you really an Angel? Like…the Angels from Heaven?" He threw his arms up in a cheer and exclaimed, "I knew this day would have to have something good happen in it! That's why I was having such a shitty day! It was 'cause you were going to show up!" He leaped forward and grabbed Lovino's hands with his own and continued to ramble on out of excitement. "Does that mean you're my Guardian Angel? And that you came to me to check on me? O-or maybe you're gonna make a miracle happen! O-or-" He continued to spit out random ideas that came into his head without so much as thinking about what he was saying. He hugged Lovino like a child might hug a new stuffed animal. "I'm so glad I met you!"

"Ah! Wha-?" Lovino stuttered, then he remembered that Antonio was hugging him so he started struggling and yelled, "Let me GO! What kind of sick perverted bastard hugs someone he just met! And I can't make a damned miracle happen! For some damn reason I can't even bring my wings out or use any of my abilities bastardo! And I have no fucking clue why! So get the hell of off me!"

Antonio paused, as if ignoring Lovino's struggles to get away and his emerald eyes started to well up with tears. "Y-you can't do anything? That's so sad Lovi~! Is it because you lost your memories? Or maybe someone put a curse on you? Or maybe you got hurt and that's why you can't bring out your wonderful wings!" He squeezed the protesting "angel" and said, "Don't you worry Lovi! I will help you so that you can go back to normal!" He pulled away and grinned confidently. "You don't have to be sad anymore!"

"How the fuck should I know if all that happened bastard? I can't remember anything dumbass." Lovino muttered with an eye roll. But when he heard Antonio say that he would help him he unwillingly blushed a little and whispered, "G-Grazie…". Then he frowned a little at the nagging feeling that he shouldn't go back to normal. What's the problem if I get my memories back..? I am an angel after all. What the hell could go wrong? He thought. Then he shook it off and looked around the kitchen and back at Antonio. "By the way bastard, do you live alone? I don't see any signs of another person here."

Antonio didn't reply to the first statement, only lessening his smile a bit in concern, but he smiled more when he was thanked by Lovino. He'd already gotten the feeling that his new companion would not give his affection and gratitude willingly, and having Lovino thank him made him feel happy. "I do live alone. It's been…a bit lonely in here, but my friends do like to come and visit often so it doesn't bother me. Plus, you're here now! So I should not have any problems with that anymore." He responded lightly with a smile.

"Oh…fine. Just hope those friends of yours aren't pains in the asses." Lovino said then he muttered, "Guess it's a good thing you were the one to find me…" Just thinking about what other kind of person it could have been made Lovino shudder. But then he started thinking about his memories. Even though he'd never admit it he didn't want to be too much of a burden on Antonio, but there's only so much an amnesic person can do. And then there was the nagging feeling he couldn't shake away that kept telling him to stay the way he was now. Why did he keep feeling like that? What could be so bad that it would better if he'd have to stay as a powerless angel? Deciding to ignore the feeling Lovino looked back at Antonio and asked, "What happened when you found me? Was there anything there that might help me get my memories back?"

"Hmm? Well, I don't think so. I tried checking you for a wallet…But you had no I.D. on you, which is another reason I didn't call the police. They wouldn't have been able to help me if you didn't have some kind of an I.D. on you. Let me think about that…" Antonio paused and put rested his chin on his hand. "I got fired…I was going home…went to police station…walked on sidewalk…then I found you…and I brought you home. But I don't know where you came from. It was almost like you appeared out of nowhere…" He paused and eyed Lovino. "Like you fell out of the sky." He smiled gently. "But then again, you are an Angel. It makes a lot of sense."

Lovino started rubbing his forehead and sighed, "Yeah…it does make sense. DAMMIT! I thought there might be a clue there or something! I can slightly remember some cross that I didn't seem too happy seeing…ugh, never mind. I guess I didn't see it there." But why would seeing a cross get me annoyed and pissed off…? Lovino thought with a confused look that he was sure Antonio noticed. DAMMIT! It fucking SUCKS that I can't remember a damn thing! Then he decided to change the subject. "Why the hell did you have to go to a police station?"

Seeing Lovino's confusion, Antonio didn't reply, feeling like the comments were rhetorical and that he shouldn't answer them. 'A cross?' Antonio wondered. 'I was wearing one earlier, but…' At the second question. Antonio became flustered. "I didn't do anything bad… I was falsely accused of molesting someone on the bus so I got dragged there and interrogated for 5 hours straight. And then they brought in the real culprit and they finally let me go. They didn't even apologize sincerely! And then And then when I was walking home, a car splashed me. And then I got bitten by someone's dog, and then tripped over by someone I'd walked by. And then I had trash dumped on me from someone who was throwing it out their window. And before all that I got fired from my job…" Antonio paused and grimaced. "It hasn't been a good day today for me. Although, you don't seem to be having a good one either."

"No duh dumbass." Lovino said with an eye roll. "I don't call either of the damn things that happened 'a good day'." Lovino gave a quick shake of his head wondering how someone can be so damn cheery after having all sorts of things like that happen to them. Even if he seemed like a good person he WAS still a really strange one. But I guess not as much as an angel without any wings, abilities, or memories.. Lovino thought. Then he got up and left for the bathroom. Aw well, what the hell can I do about it now anyway? Just suck it up and move on I guess.

End! Welp! That's the first chapter! And Yamiyo. Darknight's gonna be the one to talk to you guys next! Cuz we're taking turns!

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