A/N: Holidays are here and I'm typing up a storm! A new story thought off the top of my head-enjoy.

I don't own Hetalia.

I chose to go with Fernandez instead of Hernandez-it's way easier to type…

Chapter One: In Which It Begins

Antonio Fernandez.

PRINCE Antonio Fernandez.

'Senor Antonio, would you like a tomato?' asked one of his maids, Ms. Hedevary said.

Antonio shook her off, bounding around like someone who was crazy.

He was soon to become the king!

But then came the dreaded part of it-the arranged marriage.

His father had chosen for him a beautiful Spanish lady called Rita, whom his father liked because she was wealthy and was from a promising family.

Unfortunately, it was not the same for Antonio.

'I hate her, papa! Why must I marry her?' complained Antonio, fuming.

'I like her. And my dear Antonio, you will too.' said his father.

Antonio, being outraged, stormed out of the palace for some fresh air.

Wait a second.

Antonio turned towards the tomato stall, which he visited every day and had grown to love.

There was a teenager standing there, barely older than him.

He had brown hair, amber coloured eyes and the weirdest curl that Antonio was confused at.

Said teenager took a tomato from behind the stall-keeper's back and ran off with it.

Antonio was appalled.

He chased after him, through the streets of Madrid, and finally catching the boy on the shoulder.

'Oi! Watch where you're going, stupido bastard!' he said in an Italian accent, trying to wrench his shoulder away.

Antonio, still confused by the teen's curl, took it in his hand and gave it a tug.

'So…so it is real!' he laughed.

The teen in front of him turned a shade of red almost as bright as the tomato.

'Pervert!' he squealed, headbutting Antonio's hand.

'What's your name?' asked Antonio, shaking him off of his hand.

'Lovino.' said the boy, hesitantly.

'Well, Lovino, I saw what you did there.' said Antonio.

'I need it for my stupid fratello. We don't have money, and he wants to make the stupid pasta again.' Lovino sighed.

'Can you take me to see him?' asked Antonio.

Lovino hesitated.

His brother was a mess, and his boyfriend-!

But maybe if he did it, the guy would leave him alone.

'Potato bastardo's there.' he murmured, thinking it over.

After a while, Lovino nodded.

'Che~why not? Come on, Spagna.' Lovino said in a louder tone.

Antonio smiled and followed Lovino away.

Sorry for OOC! I suspect this to be done in 430 words!