WARNINGS/DISCLAMER: Lovino's mouth, some unanswered questions, and me attempting a fic based off a tumblr post. Boy love is inevitable, so don't like don't read. Hetalia doesn't belong to me but, oh, sometimes I really really really wish it did. Rated T for Lovino.

Read the A/N at the bottom.

Beta work done by SimplySalted

If you could know when you would meet your soul mate… would you want to?

-x-

Tick... Tick... Tick...

The numbers slowly flashed by with each passing second, counting dutifully down as they had done for the past three years of his life.

Lovino just wished they would hurry the fuck up and reach zero already.

On the day of his fifteenth birthday, the timer had appeared faithfully, as it did for every person on their own, appeared on his wrist. The day it disappeared would be the destined day he would meet the person meant to be his soul mate.

When it first appeared, Lovino had been absolutely ecstatic. He had heard rumors, horror stories of the 'soul counter' never appearing. These people were always avoided, outcasted from society.

He was already an outcast of enough, shunned by his fellow peers in favor of his younger brother.

Lovino's foul mouth had always made people shy away from him, send glares at his turned back, pretending that he didn't exist as they fawned over Feli.

His own family was guilty of this as well. At reunions and other events where all of their relatives were gathered, he was avoided like a plague. He could hear them talking about him, however, when they thought he was out of earshot. "He is such a vulgar child. Someone needs to teach him to be more like his younger brother..."

Lovino pretended like it never bothered him. But each word was like a knife to his heart, invisible to the eye, but never the less painful. He endured it though, and on his fifteenth birthday, he felt his first flicker of hope in years.

Because, by the counter appearing on his wrist, Lovino's fate had been sealed permanently with the definite promise that somewhere, someone out there was destined to love him and onlyhim.

Three years later, as he now sat in his college dorm room. Lovino sent death glares to the neon green numbers slightly glowing on his skin. Three (long fucking) years, as they had proclaimed on the morning of his fifteenth birthday, had finally passed. Now there was only two days left until the cursed numbers left him forever.

It's about damned time, he thought, glowering at them.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Lovino rolled off his bed to start getting ready for classes. Standing in front of his mirror, the Italian ran his fingers quickly through dark brown hair in an attempt to make it look decent. Examining his appearance with scrutinizing hazel eyes, he deemed himself ready to face the world.

Lovino had always prided himself in living up to his Italian heritage. Italy was the country of love and fashion and he'd be damnedif he didn't show it.

And so, grabbing his shoulder bag, Lovino left his room.

'Shit. I left later than I originally thought… Running across the campus, Lovino had to dodge a large crowd that had congregated in the middle of his path. Swearing under his breath and scowling fiercely, the Italian pushed people out of his way. Some of them were unfortunate enough to be forced aside chose to yell, but he answered them with a scowl.

As he reached the end of the mob, he let out of sigh of relief…that quickly morphed into sudden panic as someone collided into him and forced him down onto the ground.

The stranger let out a loud, gusting breath and a sound that could only be described as "Oof!" as Lovino ended up crushing his chest. Seething with anger, Lovino shot a livid glare to the person who was about to start wishing he hadn't gotten in his way. The sound of irritation that accompanied this glare, however, quickly morphed into a sharp intake of breath as he suddenly was met with a bright, emerald gaze.

"Ah! Lo siento mi amigo! I didn't see you there!" Sputtering incoherently, suddenly unable to form anything close to a real word, Lovino could only blush furiously as he pulled himself back up into a standing position.

The other laughed joyfully as he pulled himself up, cheerfully brushing the dust that clung to his clothing off. Lovino could only stare at the other, taking in his appearance.

He was obviously a foreigner; his Mediterranean kissed skin, noticeable Spanish accent and use of the language being the dead giveaways. His hair was an unruly mop of dark brown curls that bounced cheerfully around his face as he wiped the dirt off his red soccer jersey.

And then, suddenly, those (beautif- no, shit he did not just think that!) green eyes were back on Lovino. He found it impossible to break the gaze that he was now locked in. It was shattered, however, when the Spaniard poked him on his (unusually bright red) cheek.

"Aha! You look just like a tomate!" The blush only grew fiercer at the contact. Enraged, Lovino gripped the offending finger that was touching him with his hand, yanking it away from his face. His heart jumped in a weird, fluttering way as a spark ran from where his skin connected with the Spaniard to his wrist, but he was too angry to think further about it.

"B-bastard!" he stammered, tossing the other's hand away. "Watch where you're walking, you idiot!" The stranger laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck slightly in guilt.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry! It's just it's so crowded here and I didn't see you coming and-Wow why are all these people here in the first place? Do you know? I mean I've never seen so many-" Lovino blinked as the stranger (who he had dubbed idiotic bastard in his brain) started to ramble. Throwing his hand up in a motion of silence, he cut the other off.

"That's nice and all, bastardo, but I'm late for class and you're in my way. So move it!" Lovino shoved past the other, who simply called a "See you around, amigo!" to Lovino's retreating back. A flip of the middle finger in response was met with another joyful laugh that made Lovino's stomach twist in a way he had never felt before.

It wasn't until he had arrived in his class (thankfully not late) that he noticed something was off.

It was gone. For as long as he could seemingly remember, the noise was always there in the back of his head. At first, it had been the most annoying thing in the world. He could never stand the clicking noise that seemed to ring in his ears. It had been there ever since, signaling the countdown of time.

And now… it was strangely quiet. Shit. That could only mean one thing.

Letting out a shaky breath, Lovino pulled his sleeve back to reveal what he knew had happened.

The counter was gone and, in its place, a half red, half green heart shone proudly. Romano's own heart skipped a beat. He let out a hiss of annoyance, ignored the glares from his classmates, and let his head meet the table in front of him.

He had met his soul mate, two days fucking early. And he had no idea who the hell it was or where to even begin to look to find them. Fucking hell.

Why is it that, when I write multi!shot stories, I'm really mean to Lovino?
Oops.
Any unanswered questions or confusions should be cleared up in the remaining chapters; specifically, why Lovino's counter stopped two days early :3. Yes, there is an explanation for that.

Well. If you guys are waiting for Unspoken Sentiments: It's not discontinued. I hit writers block with the ending of the next chapter, but it should be out sometime over my Christmas break. Sorry sorry. ;_;.

As mentioned: this is based off a post I saw on Tumblr. It basically asked the question that is the summary and at the beginning of the story and I went with it. :D. This also fills my 30 theme challenge for Love, hence the title.
Going to try and update again next week. This will be a three-shot at the maximum.

So: Please, read and review. I practically live on reviews. They make me write :D