Hetalia One-Shots

Spamano : Dios Danzante

Lovino swung his school bag over his shoulder and left his class. It was lunch time and students scurried to the cafeteria or back home before classes started again. The Italian walked on campus grounds looking for somewhere to sit and eat alone.

He turned at the corner of the old school building and headed towards the small campus forest. This side of the school property wasn't used very often due to it not being taken care of anymore. There was a pavement trail leading into the forest and one following the edge of it. Lovino strolled onto the one heading inside the woods.

In the center of it was a small pavilion surrounded by the nature and nothing else. Very few students go there though the place is perfect when in need of inspiration or concentration.

As the Italian marched down the path, he stopped midway and listened carefully to the wind soaring through the trees. He thought he had heard something in addition to the breeze. Then he heard it again. The sound of a guitar being strung. Then multiple notes raised into the air creating a full melody. Lovino headed towards the sound and ended up in front of the pavilion. On one of the stone benches was a tanned student with dark, curly hair, his fingers gliding on the guitar strings. He had his eyes closed and his head bent over the instrument.

Lovino stood a couple yards away from him still not entering the small construction. He listened curiously and before he knew it he was tapping his feet to the beat of the Latino music. At some point the boy stopped playing as he strung the wrong accord.

"Aww~! I always mess that one," he whined to himself, swinging his head back. He opened his eyes to the ceiling then caught a glimpse of a silhouette. He turned around and immediately smiled seeing Lovino. "Ah! Hola! I hope I wasn't bothering you with my music! I'll stop if you want me to," he exclaimed grinning and lowering his guitar. A beautiful Spanish accent was laced in his deep voice.

Lovino turned his head facing the other way frowning. "No, it's fine. The music was beautiful..."

The Spaniard's eyes lit up at the compliment and he shouted happily, "Muchos gracias! It makes me really happy that it pleases you! Please, come sit with me!"

The Italian bit his inner cheek then walked over to the boy. He sat down a couple feet away and opened his bag.

"My name's Antonio, what about you?" Antonio asked, positioning his fingers on the strings.

"Lovino."

The musician nodded, smiling, as he plucked the cords, making them vibrate. Lovino pulled out a ripe tomato and bit in it earning a surprised stare from Antonio. "Is that your lunch?" he asked pointing to the fruit. The short Italian glared at him.

"Yeah, so what? What do you care if I like tomatoes? Anyway, whatever you're thinking won't stop me from doing what I want," he shot back, his frown never leaving his face.

Antonio waved his hand in front of his face rapidly. "No no! I don't think it's bad! I actually really like tomatoes too! Look," he explained, fumbling in his own school bag. He took out a plastic container and opened it. He picked up a slice of bread with cut tomatoes spread on it and showed it to his new friend.

"Here, it's really good!" he smiled, pushing the treat against Lovino's locked lips. He tried to refuse but the guitar boy forced it inside his mouth. The Italian's cheeks darkened feeling slightly embarrassed of how he was being treated. He chewed on the toasted bread with the fresh taste of tomatoes on it. It was really good, one of the best tomato-based food. "How is it?" Antonio asked, his eyes sparkling in anticipation.

"I've had better," Lovino mumbled, taking another bite from his own lunch.

The two boys continued conversing, well more like Antonio asked questions and Lovino answered with short and dry replies. "So, which year are you in?" the Spaniard questioned playing a soft tune.

"Second."

Antonio pursued, "Really? I thought you would be a first year..." He earned a hard glare from the boy. "Not that you don't look your age or anything..." he quickly added feeling as if he had touched a sensible cord. "I'm a third year," the sweet boy stated pursuing his song. "Do you-"

  "What is it with all the questions?" Lovino cut the other off, "Is this some fucking interrogatory?"

Antonio stared at him surprised. "Ah, I'm sorry. You're right, I shouldn't ask so many questions, it's impolite," he sighed nervously. "Go on, you ask me questions now."

The short-tempered boy frowned, wanting to decline but finally gave in, curiosity taking over.

"That song you were playing earlier, did...did you compose it?" he quizzed, looking to the side, his eyes quickly darting back and forth to Antonio's face and the trees.

The upperclassman smiled and replied, "Yes, do you like it?"

Lovino blushed and shrugged. "Well, I, it's pretty good... Yeah, I like it. B-But I've definitely heard way better!" he shouted mixing up his words.

  Antonio nodded, grinning. "Really? I'm glad you like it, it means a lot to me." The younger student gawked at the boy in front of him with admiration and respect. He seemed to be a really nice person. Even though Lovino would barely ever admit it to himself, being friends with Antonio was an idea that he took a liking to.

The Spaniard ran his fingers on the cords and started playing that song again. Lovino tapped his foot to the rhythm while biting in his fruit again. He finished it and stood up, the music taking control of his limbs. Antonio watched not quite understanding what the younger had in mind. That's when he started to move his arms then hips.

His feet hit the ground then flew in the air, spinning him around. He clapped as he walked to the beat of the music. His hips swayed from side to side with his feet moving at an incredible speed. The movements were sharp but flexible making a great ensemble.

The guitarist stared at Lovino his mouth agape while strumming the instrument. He admired the boy's perfect form and the way his body moved in sync with the rhythm. He had to really concentrate to keep his hands going otherwise he would just ogle without movement. The curly haired boy kept his eyes glued to Lovino's body as he skipped around the pavilion. It was the most beautiful dance he had ever seen.

Slowly the music came to an end as Antonio strung the last strings. He watched closely at the boy in front of him who was breathing fast while still holding the final pose. His eyes were still closed in concentration and small beads of sweat pearled down his slightly red face. Antonio whispered out of spite whilst gawking intensely.

"Un Dios danzante..."