He heard voices though. Specifically a thick Spanish one. He only knew one person with that odd, lilting Spanish accent. Antonio. He had to be alive. Lovino couldn't help but stare at Antonio with wide, startled eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Antonio," he whispered. "For what?" The Spaniard seemed puzzled."I'm so selfish, and I never think for anyone but myself. I'm so pathetic, and no one will ever love me." "I do," Antonio replied. This is a hetalia, SpaMano Human Universe (Yes, that means for a good 97% of this human names are used in lieu of countries).This is a yaoi fic, so be warned. This has MATURE content. It is not for the eyes of little chilluns. Read at your own risk. If you are the emotional type, keep your tissues at hand. Other ships are present briefly, but the story is focused on Lovino and Antonio. Enjoy!

Spamano Fan-Fiction. Hetalia World Academy AU. Lovino is an angsty little Italian boy that just wants to be left alone. Antonio is a happy go lucky Spanish boy that loves to make new friends. When the two meet for the first time they both have an odd intrigue with each other that neither can explain. After a struggle they become friends, but to both of them something still feels like it's missing between them. Are they truly just friends? Or is there something more stewing?