It was definitely not Lovino's day. First, his car broke down, so he had to go get it repaired. And that made him pissed. He loved his Red Maserati MC12; it was fast, sleek, and made of delicious smelling leather. It was his bambino. And he didn't have it with him, which meant he had to walk to Nonna's, and of course it had to start raining. So, with his expensive Italian suit soaking wet and a sour scowl on his face that was deterring the few people walking, he increased his speed, bumping into someone. He tripped, and his briefcase went flying.

"Oh!" exclaimed a surprised voice, and someone swiftly caught him. Peppermint and sandalwood invaded his nose, and he couldn't help but feel instantly relaxed. He breathed in, then realized what he was doing. He snapped his eyes open, and incredible forest green eyes stared back at him.

"I'm sorry!" said the man with a Spanish accent, "I should have watched where I was going!"

Lovino stayed silent, staring at the impossibly hot man above him. He had chocolate brown hair and a silly smiled on his face, and his body was tanned and perfectly sculpted, with muscles showing through his thin white shirt. Not-not that Lovino noticed. Nope. Not at all. He... He was too preoccupied with glaring angrily at the man above him. Yeah.

"Well, Bastardo! You should actually do that, instead of apologizing! My case just flew away, God knows where!" His eyes followed the case, which had landed in a puddle. The other man cringed, and then gave him a sheepish smile. Lovino grumbled, then realized he was being dipped by the attractive - did he mention that? - man above him. His face turned tomato red, and he started spluttering, his previous confidence vanished in the presence of such a gorgeous person. Again, did he mention that?

His face turned impossibly redder, and he forced out words. "C-Can you put m-me d-down?" He shifted awkwardly, avoiding the mystery man's face. "O-Oh!" exclaimed the other man, grinning sheepishly, his eyes still on the soaking wet briefcase. He laughed, a beautiful, light, happy sound. "Of course, mi amigo!" He shifted his eyes toward Lovi's, at the same time Lovino looked at him. Their eyes connected, and his breathing hitched, staring up at the sex god before him. No! Stop it Lovino, your are a heir to a wealthy family and business. Not a teenage girl.

He cleared his throat, and asked again, "Can you put me down now, sir?" He put as much authority into his voice as possible. The man adjacent to him said nothing, just stared at his face. "Uh- um... Sir?" The Spaniard snapped into attention, his face flushing. "I-uh-I'm-uh- S-sure!" He did do, somewhat reluctantly, although our dear Lovino did not know this. The man stepped back and scratched behind his ear, looking anywhere but the Italian.

"Oi! Bastard! You should have watched where you were going!" Lovino angrily spat at the man, his temper suddenly raising. He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His curl twisted with annoyance, and the man's eyes followed the movement, curious.

He snapped his eyes back to Lovino's face again, flushing deeply. He pushed back a mop of his hair, one that was creating bead of water to fall down his oh so sexy face. Wait...What? He shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. The other man stuck out his hand and gave him a cheerful smile - he seemed to smile a lot.

"Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo. I am really sorry about that." Lovino stared up at Antonio's hand, then back at his face. He blushed furiously, but he hoped Antonio that that was just from anger.

He slowly took his hand, giving it a curt shake. "L-Lovino Vargas, bastard." He couldn't help but notice that the other mans hand was warm and soft, like silk. He quickly retracted his hand, and cleared his throat.

"Well then. You should watch were your going, bastard!" He squared his shoulders and walked over the puddle where his brief case rested. He picked it up, grimacing at the horrible shape it was in. He tried to dust it off, but he failed miserably. Muttering a "Fuck." underneath his breath, he turned around again, awkwardly facing Antonio, who hadn't taken his eyes off Lovino. Oddly enough, his face turned red, and his eyes flicked up, and looking up at the sexy Italian, he gave him a half-hearted smile. Lovino opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. He nodded towards Antonio, and he swept past him, continuing to his family manor.

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Once Lovino had finally managed to get a cab, he attempted to dry himself and the briefcase. He was absolutely miserable, his hair sticking to his face, and thoughts of brown curly hair and green yellow eyes.

The cab pulled up on his street, and drove down. "Much farther?" the cabbie questioned, eyeing the large houses.

"No, just a bit, please." Lovino replied politely. The man grunted, but didn't say anything. They reached the end of the street, and the man's eyes widened at the gigantic house in front of him. Lovino got out and mumbled a "thanks", pushing 25 Euros into his hand.

He stared up at the manor, and then prepared himself for what came inside. Sighing, he pushed open the door. Almost immediately, he was bombarded with a flurry of concerned maids.

"Oh no!" A pretty brunette exclaimed, looking downcast. "Master's good suit is ruined and wet! What should we do?" She gave him a coy smile, looking at him through her eyelashes. He gave her his famous panty-dropping smile, and gently grabbed under her chin, drawing her face close to his. "That's okay," he purred seductively. "You can help me clean it." He released her and watched her swoon, smirking to himself as the other 4 maids surrounded her, whispering to themselves.

A red head handed him a towel nervously, shyly looking down at her feet. He smiled at her, then sighed, and faked a sad look. "Well ladies, I'm sorry, but my grandparents must be expecting me. I must go, but I'm sure you understand." They giggled and nodded, and the small crowd dispersed.

He sighed, and attempted to dry his wet hair, being careful to protect his curl as he shook it. He flung the briefcase on a nearby loveseat and placed the towel around his neck. Dragging a hand through his hair, he squared his shoulders, then walked up the enormous sweeping staircase. He turned down the left hand hall and stopped at the end. He nervously raised his hand and knocked three times. A pause, and then- "Come in."

Hi! This is my very first fanfiction, and after the urging of many friends, I have finally decided to do this. Thank you for taking to time to read my story, and many thanks to my amazing beta!