New story, whaddya know? I recently heard the song "I'm Not That Girl" by Idina Menzel and not to mention a slideshow I saw with that song helped spark this idea so I'm gonna go ahead and follow what the song says to a certain extent. No, this is not a song fic and will be a multi chapter story so I hope you won't be too disappointed with this one. I know it's short but it'll get longer as it progresses. Besides, this is just a prologue.

And of course, ideas are always appreciated and welcome :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Warnings: Perhaps GerIta, perhaps Spamano and other future couples

Prologue

With a sigh, Lovino Vargas picked at the food on his plate with disinterest. The lively ambiance the music had set made it nearly impossible for the Italian to think straight. The mass of bodies dancing in the small bar just outside of town became nothing but a blur as what seemed to be a mental spotlight shone down on two people. He just continued watching his brother dance with a certain blonde-haired and blue-eyed German. And said German was the man of his dreams.

He had grown to love the strict and (sometimes) level-headed German.

Coming to terms with it wasn't easy but… he didn't deny it once the fact had settled in. There was nothing he could've done about it. His feelings tended to do whatever they pleased so defying them was absolutely useless.

There was just one small problem: Feliciano loved Ludwig almost as much as he himself did.

And who was Ludwig dancing with right now?

Feliciano.

Who was he always with?

Feliciano.

Who did Lovino want to be more than anyone?

Feliciano.

Lovino of course couldn't help the spark of envy that ignited in his heart every once in a while ('every once in a while' meant every day). He had learned to ignore Feliciano's advances on the blonde and focused solely on something else that wasn't as interesting. It never worked but it was nice to attempt.

Before Lovino had even realized it, the song ended and Ludwig was now seated beside the older Italian and his hand accidentally brushed Lovino's, making the latter's heart leap in a capricious whirl. The German's very presence caused this reaction- it annoyed Lovino but he also took pride in it. This meant that he was human… that he had a heart. Too often he had received comments that he was too harsh and too crude to be considered 'human.'

Well, this was proof.

But, even as the butterflies took flight inside his stomach, he knew he would never have a chance with Ludwig. It was too ridiculous- too absurd. Why would he want someone like him when the former had Feliciano- the perfect, handsome, winsome, and kinder younger brother?

He could be that boy… Lovino thought. But I'm not the one for him…

"Are you all right, Lovino?" that German accent tore the Italian from his agonizing thoughts.

"I-I'm fine," Lovino replied, thankful to the dim lights of the bar for if they had been any brighter, Ludwig would've noticed the dark tint of the Italian's cheeks.

"You sure?"

"Y-Yeah so quit asking me; it's fucking annoying," Lovino replied curtly though he was feeling rather bashful within.

"Whatever you say," the blonde shrugged, reaching for his drink and once again skimming across Lovino's and the man's heart took a reckless skydive to his stomach.

Okay, so maybe there wasn't actual contact, but it was pretty damn close if he said so himself!

Lovino sighed.

He would never admit aloud how the German affected him. He would never hear the end of it if the others ever knew how he truly felt. He had to forget about Ludwig. The blonde loved Feliciano and that was that. No ifs, ands, or buts. He wasn't meant to be with Ludwig. If he kept wishing like this… he'd only end up with more heartache.

Taking his thoughts away from his one-sided love, Lovino's attention was brought to his younger brother. No matter what he did, he could never seem to catch up. Like light and dark, one would always surpass the other.

It was a given fact.

Amber and emerald.

Auburn and brunette.

Sun and moon.

Day and night.

Yup, he'd lost that bout.

After their parents passed away, they'd been shoved from foster home to foster home before settling with their grandfather and he'd been forever told that Feliciano was their favorite. His mother had been the only one who he could confide in for she had gone through what he was dealing with.

"So the underdog fails again…" Lovino placed his head on the table after pushing his plate of untouched food away. He glanced at Ludwig and the German didn't seem to hear him due to the loud music.

Well, he lucked out on that end.

"Ve~, fratello, why don't you come and dance? There's lots of pretty girls out there. Plus, there are some nice guys, too!" Feliciano offered as he sat down next to Ludwig.

"Hell no," Lovino spat. He denied every dance request, be it man or woman. He wanted to save that dance for someone special. Even if said special someone was unaware.

"Aw, why? It's no fun sitting here all alone," Feliciano's cheerful expression faltered.

"The potato-bastard is here so therefore I'm not alone," Lovino refused to lift his head from the table.

He didn't want to meet the golden eyes of his perfect twin brother nor did he fail to see that Ludwig had placed his hand on Feliciano's shoulder for comfort. Every glance, every touch, every thought exploded into another flame that fed the already overwhelming fire.

"But-"

"I'm going home," Lovino rapidly stood and his chair clattered to the floor.

He couldn't take it any longer.