^^ Hi~ So, recently I've been reading a book…and I kept thinking to myself…wow the main character reminds me so much of Lovino…

Now that I have finished said book and know the story line, I have decided to write my own story (similar but not the same) with one of my favorite pairings from Hetalia.

SPAMANO! Isn't that just a lovely word? ^^

So here you go~ the first chapter with many more to come.

To my grandfather Sir Roman Empire of Italy,

Not so long ago you called me into the meeting room with the members of your council. Highly sophisticated men that could tell you the history of anything quicker than you could snap your fingers. I was so shocked and flattered at the same time! I would think to myself that you finally were able to take me seriously! After all these years, now that I'm a young man you are finally able to look at me with some pride!

But I was wrong.

When I came into the meeting room I was so unlike myself. I smiled and greeted everyone; I shook their hands and everything. I was ready to prove myself as your grandson and the future to this country. When I looked up to you and smiled brightly however, you did not return the gesture.

I was shocked when I saw the doors opening to let Feliciano into the room as well. I was even more shocked by what he was carrying. I knew those books, I knew them all too well, every tear in the page every tear drop stain every folded corner. For those notebooks he was holding were my life. Everything! My stories, my secrets, my poems, my dreams, and my wishes. He set them on the table and said nothing. The expression on his face had a slight look of regret however as you smiled at him and patted his head.

"That's a good job you did Feliciano." You praised him. For you had ordered him to search our room and bring those books down. With Feliciano being the good little grandson he is, naturally he would obey orders from you.

He said nothing and turned on his heels to scurry to the far end of the room out of the way while you picked up the first book on the pile and turned the pages until something caught your eye.

You cleared your throat and began. You read each sentence one by one. Every now and then you over emphasized a word or phrase to get a laugh from your council members. With each new poem you recited, with each new secret you confessed, and with each new story you told, your words became more vicious and your face would make mocking sympathy. Your performance put your grave old council members in stitches.

Then suddenly you closed the book with a loud smack and placed it back onto the pile. Your face went from joking to stern in an instance. "That is enough of the joking around. Now men, I'm sure you would love to know whom we can thank for giving us such wonderful stories. Well he is sitting among us! Thank you so very much, pray congratulate…my young grandson."

Everyone in the room turned to me. Some of the council members had red eyes that were stained from tears of laughter. Those daft old fools! My face was surely darker than any shade of red.

"Stand up Lovino." I did as was commanded of me. "It is time to put an end this. You know I would like nothing more but to make Feliciano the sole person who will lead this country to greatness, however since you are the first born, you have just as much right to it (if not more) as he does. Take this non-sense and throw it on the fire."

I took the notebooks in my hands and walked to the hearth. I knelt down to the flames and glanced at the flag hanging above the mantle. Three stripes of green, white and red. I looked at it in disgust and cursed it and all that it represented as I tossed the books onto the open flames. The fire licked the palms of my hands as the notebooks quickly began to curl from the intense heat. I rose again and looked at you with tears in my eyes. You seemed quite pleased with yourself as you mouth curled into a smirk.

It was at that moment I had come to the decision that I had put off making for weeks.

I left the council chamber to the sound of your laugh and Feliciano calling my name. I couldn't careless anymore.

And so 'Dear Grandfather' this is how things stand. You're a good leader; everyone thinks so. And they are right. You lead fairly and justly. Peace and harmony guide your actions. But as a Grandfather (to me) you are the complete opposite.

So I ask you to do what you will with this letter you're reading. Burn it with the rest of my writings if you feel it would give you the pleasure. I don't care. I hope remorse will keep you awake at night.

I'm claiming my freedom. What a beautiful word! You will have PLENTY of time to think about it now.

-Lovino.

Sorry this chapter is so short T^T The other ones will be longer I promise! This one was just to set the introduction to see where Lovino's standing at the moment. More to come later. Thanks for reading~ ^^

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