Me: AHH! Oh my gosh, this is my first Spamano story and I /really/ hope it doesn't suck. 3

Roma: *crosses his arms* It probably will.

Toni: Aww~! C'mon Lovi, don't be so mean! *huggles him ;u;*

Roma: *blushes heavily and tries to struggle out of his grasp* L-Let me go you bastard!

Toni: Nu-uh! Not until you say the disclaimer! 7

Roma: ...really? That's it?

Toni: *smirks a bit* Oh~? You want more then?

Roma: AnimeLover doesn't own anything!

Me: *was recording this the whole time* Tsundere's are so cute... =u=

Antonio sat on the edge of his bed and embraced a small picture frame in his shaky arms. His body was racked with choked sobs and tears flowed down his beautiful tanned cheeks like a never-ending river. Antonio's usual sparkling green eyes were now dull with...nothing. He didn't really feel anything anymore. The picture frame was slowly held away from his chest and he trailed his fingers across the wet glass. In the photo, a girl with shoulder length blonde hair that was blowing in the wind, yet it held down by a simple green ribbon that she tied onto her head like a headband. Her eyes were closed and she had a small, cat-like smile. Next to her was a man. Not just any man though. It was Antonio. He was standing next to her with his arm encircled at her waist to hold her closer. His chocolate brown hair was slightly in his face and he was blowing it away from his eyes. His eyes were a deep green and they danced with pure happiness. The sunset was shining in the background and made his perfect, sun-kissed skin glisten under the dim sunlight. Antonio's eyes lowered to the bottom of the frame where their names were engraved into it. 'Bella & Toni' it read. It almost made him sick to his stomach to read those names together like that.

"Bella..." He whispered sadly and raised his hand to wipe away the fresh new wave of tears. The frame was put down on the nightstand that was next to his large, king-sized bed. The sheets were a bright red, like a tomato, and his pillows were green. Almost the color of his eyes. Above the headboard of his bed, Spain's flag was nailed to the wall and hung there proudly. The warmth and softness of the plush carpet was lost as Antonio lifted his feet off of the floor and onto the snug blankets. His face was buried in the pillows and his arms were underneath it to bring it closer to his face. After a few more moments of crying over the bad breakup that had occurred just hours before, the depressed Spaniard finally lost of the energy in his body and feel into a deep sleep. As he slept, he failed to have heard a screech of tires and an echoing crash down the street.

...

A loud frantic knocking at his front door had awoken Antonio from his sleep. He woke up with a start as he sat up quickly and threw his sheets off of himself, wondering who the hell is at his door at 1:20 in the morning. Antonio dragged himself out of the room and walked up to the front door. His hand gently grabbed the doorknob and turned it to open the door. Green eyes were widened immediately in shock and worry when his eyes landed on a wounded looking Italian.

"L-L-Lo..." Antonio couldn't even properly finish his sentence as he stared at the man in front of him. Lovino's hand was clutching a small cut on his arm as it oozed blood. Dark, auburn hair looked matted and messy and it hung in front of his deep, hazel eyes. He took short breaths and he winced whenever he had moved. Small pieces of glass were embedded into his smooth, olive-toned skin and small scratches were seen all over.

"T-Toni...help...f-fratello...phones don't w-work...hospital..." The smaller one barely managed to speak before his knees gave out and he collapsed forward. Antonio snapped out of his stupor and reacted quickly enough to catch him before the other hit the hard concrete of his door slab.

"L-Lovi! What happened!" He choked out and swallowed some bile as the smell of blood wafted into the air.

Lovino said nothing and glared at Antonio harshly. His hand trembled as he reached up and gripped the Spaniard's shirt in his hand. He continued to stay quiet, but started to pull him out of the door. Antonio did not try to struggle out of his grip when Lovino dragged him. "Lovino..? Where are you-?" His mouth immediately closed his mouth when his eyes scanned over the scene not to far from his own house. A car was flipped on its side and lying in a ditch. The entire side was scraped and its side door was missing. He could see shards of glass glistening under the moonlight, so he can tell all of the windows and windshield were smashed and gone. "A-Ay dios mio..." Antonio covered his mouth in horror when he finally noticed what Lovino needed him for. A person was lying face down on the grass, surrounded by glass and debris, and struggling to move. Their stray curl was drooping down and bobbing as he crawled very slowly. Occasionally falling back onto the cold, wet grass.

"F-Fratello!" They choked out desperately and Antonio felt more tears sting his eyes.

"Feli!" Lovino called out to him and turned back to face Antonio. He didn't even need to say anything as the Spaniard was already taking out his cell phone and calling for help.

"Hello?...Yes...I-I need help. My friend's hermano...h-he's been hurt!...Si...S-Si. I live near Hetalia Elementary...Si...You should be able to see it...G-Gracias!" Antonio practically threw his phone back into his pocket and ran forward to help the younger Italian. "Dios mio.." He picked him up bridal style and moved him away from the broken vehicle, ripping off a part of his shirt in the process. Antonio reacted quickly and wrapped the torn cloth around a large gash on Feliciano's arm.

"G-Grazie big brother Toni.." Feli smiled at him despite his condition and Antonio thought he was going to break down and cry once again. How can he still be smiling when he's so wounded? Lovino made it over at his own pace and glowered slightly at the scene in front of him, not helping a slight wave of jealously course through him. He was hurt as well, so why wasn't he getting as much attention?

'The bastard..' Lovino mumbled in his head. He didn't dare try to start an argument. Not when his brother is wounded so badly.

Antonio ripped off another part of his shirt and dabbed away the flowing blood. He brushed back the auburn hair and started to wipe away the blood on Feli's head. The latter of the two seemed to have fallen unconscious after thanking the Spaniard.

'Feli must've hit his head hard against something.' Antonio thought to himself as he tried to cover the other's head as best he can. The sounds of sirens were heard just up ahead and the two conscious men looked up. One with much effort though as he winced and nearly fell over once again. "N-Nghn..." Lovino groaned and removed the hand covering his cut on his arm to grab his head. Everything seemed to be spinning around.

"Lovi?" Antonio heard Lovino and tilted his head to glance at him from the corner of his eye. The look of pain was evidently clear in the Italian's eyes as he struggled to stand.

"I-I'm fine damn it."

Both were quiet when the sound of tires and scrambling people made it to the scene. They pushed Antonio away from Feliciano and quickly checked to see if he was even alive. A few of them exchanged glances and nodded, picking him up to lay him down on the stretcher they prepared. One of the medics stopped and turned to Lovino and Antonio.

"Are either you two related to him?" She asked.

Lovino raised his hand weakly. "S-Si. He's my younger brother." She narrowed her eyes at him and looked him over before nodding towards the ambulance.

"You come along as well. You look quite hurt along with brother." Then she snapped her attention to Antonio. He stiffened under her intense stare and awkwardly gazed down to his shoes. "Sir, come too. You called and announced that he was your friend, yes?"

Antonio lifted his head back up and nodded frantically. "Si, ma'am."

"Good. Hurry up. We're not sure how much time this young man might have."

"Right.." Lovino's head fell and his shoulders slumped sadly. They began to shake violently and Antonio knew that the Italian was crying.

"Lo siento Lovino...I'm sure little Feli will be alright~. Now. Let's get in that ambulance."

"Cos..-? HEY!" He squeaked out softly when the ground beneath him was lost and his arms reacted, wrapping around Antonio's neck. His cheeks flushed a bright red and the older man laughed.

"You look like a tomato, Lovi~!" He cooed teasingly and climbed into the back of the ambulance. The doors were shut and everything shifted slightly as the driver started the vehicle and drove quickly through the streets. The siren blaring to warn other cars that they need to move.

"Zitto!" The embarrassed Italian shouted, but instantly regretted it when everything started to spin once again. This time it was a lot worse. "D-Dannazione.." He muttered. The equipment and people in the back started to blur very fast.

"Lovi? Lovi!" Antonio gently shook Lovino by the shoulders and he got no response.

Lovino gave once last glance at his brother as the room went dark and he collapsed onto the ambulance's floor.