A/N: HELLO ONE AND ALL. I liveeee. I swear. I was gonna update my Harvest Moon fic, but ended up writing this. It shall be more than one chapter, I assure, and I'd love some feedback on it. Spamano ftw.

I promise I'll update Nothing Is Forever… eventually. My inspiration bunnies all died in a mind fire that's called life OTL

Anyways, enjoy!

Desclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the Regina, nor the James Joyce. All own to their appropriate owners. Though, I do own Emmy. She's my OC 8'D

Spain was nothing like Lovino could imagine.

The streets ran on forever, and there were so many houses, all with brightly coloured flags and decorations. And there were people.

So many people.

People with tan faces, people with pale. Some people that didn't look like people at all. Fat men with dark beards and happy eyes, slender women with long flowing hair and flirtatious grins. And everywhere he looked, it seemed like there was a music following the view. Like a montage of land and faces and structures. The melody of Spain.

Lovino couldn't help but hate it.

His Grandfather, Roma, and brother, Feliciano, stood beside him, looking around with wide, open eyes. Well, except for the younger male. No one really understood how, but his eyes always seemed to be closed, even though he saw everything around him. He could tell every detail on a rock or tree or building; but you'd never see his irises. It was a bit odd.

"Well, here we are, my boys."

The Regina hotel was a magnificent structure that sat on the street corner and seemed to blend all the way down the block. It had a flat roof, with a tiny dome-shaped tower sitting at the point of the building. It had five floors to it, and each one was filled with rows and rows of windows, all lit by the mid-morning sun. Roma smiled and walked towards the black door, shrugging it open and motioned for the two boys to walk through. Feli tutted in happily, and Lovino begrudgingly followed. Only eleven and he was already tired of this vacation.

He wasn't entirely sure if it was because of the commotion, or because he was naturally a grumpy person. Feliciano had talked the entire plane ride over, and it was all about how he promised to, 'Fall in love' while in Spain. Pssh. Love. Poor soul actually thought it existed.

"Caro," Roma's voice was urging yet teasing as he spoke to Lovino, walking towards the counter, "There is no reason to look so mad. We're in Spain~! I want you to enjoy yourself while here." The elder brother rolled his eyes, pulling along his bags and trying to keep Feliciano from walking away,

"It's a stupid city. Too many people."

"Oh, stop it Fratello." Feli smiled brightly at Lovino, "It's such a beautiful place! And did you see all the pretty girls? Ve~ They were so nice looking~!" The elder Italian growled under his breath.

Great. Ten minutes in Spain and his brother was already making plans to meet girls. Typical.

"Yeah, whatever." As Roma accepted their room key, they made their way to the elevator and to the third floor. Once there, they walked the entire length of the hallway, then stopped. Room 311. Their temporary home.

"Alright, boys," Roma walked into the dorm and set his bags down by the door. The walls were pale yellow, and the windows overlooked the street below. Lovino walked around the main room and headed towards what he assumed was the master bedroom, a large queen bed staring back at him. He and Feliciano would probably be staying in this room, while Roma took to the couch. Lovely. Twenty-three years old, and I'm still sleeping with my younger brother. The man couldn't help but suppress a growl. "You two will be sleeping in the grand bedroom, and I'll be sleeping on the couch. It pulls into a bed." Roma's head swiveled around the door frame as he smiled to Lovino, "That alright, caro?"

"Does it matter?"

"Not in the slightest~" The boy rolled his eyes, making his way to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. He looked out the window and narrowed his eyes, the sunlight pouring into the room and lighting it with a brightness that made Lovino's head hurt. Stupid sun. Stupid Spain.

Roma walked into the room with Feliciano, placing the latter's bags down by the dresser. He turned and smiled as Feli sat on the bed beside Lovi, clapping his hands,

"Tonight, my boys, we'll be visiting an old colleague of mine's younger sister's bar." When the boys gave him a confused look, he waved them off, "It's a quaint little thing. The James Joyce. A little Irish pub I always go to when I visit Spain." Lovino glared at his elder,

"And why do we have to come with you?"

"Come now, Lovi, it'll be nice."

"Si, fratello, think of all the fun we'll have!" Lovino sighed, laying back on the bed and covering his face with his hands,

"I don't even want to be here. Why did I have to come to this retarded country again?" Roma frowned,

"Coro, please. This is an adventure!" He walked over to his grandsons and ruffled each of their heads, "This is an opportunity to make memories and have fun." Feli yawned and nodded, and Lovino simply groaned. Roma walked to the door and smiled brightly, "We leave for the bar at seven. Be ready by then."

He left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving the two brothers alone. The silence thickened for well over five minutes before Feli finally spoke,

"Ve… Fratello—"

"Feli, listen to me." Lovino sat up, cutting his brother off and looking him in the face, "We're in a stupid country with stupid people, and Grandpa expects us to love it. You can go ahead and act all…. You-ish," he angrily gestured to the other's body, "But that doesn't mean I have to. All I'm saying is don't expect me to enjoy any part of this trip."

Feli smiled lightly, leaning over and giving his brother a quick hug before standing and walking towards the windows,

"I believe you'll have a great time, fratello." He turned over his shoulder to give Lovi a soft chuckle, "Who knows? You may even fall in love here."

"That's your goal, Fel. Not mine."

"I'm just saying." He winked, walking—no. Skipping to the small bathroom that was connected to the room, and closed the door behind him. Lovi lay back against the bed and ran a hand through his hair before groaning out loud.

There he goes again; talking about something that didn't exist.

Seven rolled around far faster than Lovi would've liked.

He and Feli and Roma all piled into a taxi, driving the full eight minutes to the James Joyce. Lovino saw absolutely no point in driving the relative five blocks, but then again, he didn't see a point in being where he was all together. So, as per usual, he kept quiet and silently questioned his grandfather's sanity, while his brother continued to prove he had none.

"This is it, mi amigo." Roma paid the man as they stepped out, Lovino's eyebrows raising as his shoes hit the curb. The bar wasn't so much as a bar, but a pub. The gray building had a small green awning with the name on it, and the front wall was almost filled by two giant windows, each with some sort of Spanish writing on it. There were random knickknacks behind the panes, and the door was hidden behind a large arch and black, welcoming all who walked passed.

Roma and Feli beamed. Lovino simply groaned.

"Come, come, boys. I want you to meet the owner. Or, should I say, owners." Roma laughed as he walked in, Feliciano following suit. The elder boy sighed, gave the awning a scrutinizing stare, then followed the men inside.

There were two things that Lovino noticed when they walked through the door.

The first thing was how many people were in the bar. Sixty or so Spaniards all seated at random places in the room, some standing, all speaking.

The second was the aura. The whole entire structure of the building screamed happiness and relaxation. Every voice, every face, every smile in the pub was relaxed and entertained.

"Tell me my eyes are playing tricks on me." Looking up, Lovi blinked as a short, twenty-or-so year old girl made her way towards them, her electric green eyes sparkling and flaming red hair tied up in a messy bun. She had on a bright jade shirt with the pub's logo on it, and an apron tied around her waist. She stopped in front of Roma and laughed, causing the freckles on her cheeks to brighten out against her pale skin,

"Roma Vargas. My, my, I haven't seen you in, what? Three years?" Roma laughed and embraced her, giving the girl a quick kiss to her cheek,

"Times have been busy lately, lovely." She nodded, tucking the pen she was holding behind her ear,

"Tell me about it." Finally noticing he didn't come alone, the girl looked to the brothers and smiled, her eyes amused and curious, "And who are these two lovely young men?" Roma turned and placed an arm around her shoulders, motioning to the two,

"These are my grandsons I've been telling you so much about. This one is Feliciano, and mister puss-and-frown is Lovino." She chuckled brightly, holding her hand out to Feli, then to Lovi,

"Nice to finally meet you boys. My name's Emerald Kirkland, and I'm the owner. Well, one of them. You's can call me Emmy, though." She winked, causing Feli to giggle,

"Nice to meet you too, Emmy! Ve~ Your pub is so pretty!" The girl smiled, one hand finding its way to her hip,

"Thank you, Feli. Can I call you that? You look like a Feli to me." The two smiled at each other, a light giggle escaping her lips. Lovino crossed his arms, raising a brow at the girl,

"Aren't you a little young to be running a pub? You look twenty."

"Eighteen, actually." She looked to him, her face still set in a cheery smile, "And aren't you a little old to be trailing your grandfather across Spain?" When Lovi's eyes widened, she winked, "Some questions are better left unanswered." She turned back to Roma and laughed, "Though, I can say I'm only the owner because of my last name. My…" She gave a thoughtful look before counting out on her fingers, "Three… Four… Four! My four brothers and I all own bars in major cities across the globe." Shaking her head, she chuckled, "Typical, really. A family of drunks owning bars." Roma and she laughed, causing Feli to join in. Lovi just stood there, arms still crossed. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smack the girl, or worry for her well-being. Or both.

"Speaking of which, let me go find—"

"Get your filthy fucking hands off me, you goddamned frog!" A woman's voice rose above all the rest before a loud smack! echoed throughout the other voices. No one stopped, no one paid any mind. Lovi raised a brow while Emerald smiled brightly,

"Oh, I was just about to go get her. Sneaky little mind ninja." As if on cue, a woman came barreling through the small crowed of people, dragging behind her an obviously-drunk blond haired man who was mumbling a string of what sounded like French as she fisted his hair and threw him towards the door.

"And stay out, you filthy piece of shit!" Lovino's other brow rose, and Feli backed away from where she stood fuming. Roma's eyes glistened lightly as the woman stood up straight, her hand running through the short, jet-black hair that rested just at her shoulders. When she turned, her furious gray eyes landed on Emerald, a pale hand shooting out to point at her,

"You!"

"Hiya Anny!" Emerald smiled, grasped the girl's hand and pulled her to the circle. As soon as her eyes lay on Roma, all traces of anger were gone, and her glare was replaced by a grin,

"Roma! Oh shit, I haven't seen you in years!" She leaned forward as he kissed her cheek, draping one arm around his shoulders. She wasn't as short as Emerald, but the older man towered over her. He smiled,

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" They laughed, causing Emmy to smile and walk forward,

"Ann, these are Roma's grandson's he's been telling us about. The cute one's Feliciano, and little mister angry-eyes over here is Lovino." The woman chuckled and shook both of their hands, Lovino sending a deadly glare to the shorter girl.

"A pleasure to meet the infamous Vargas brothers. My name's Antoinette Marie, the other owner." Roma put his arms around both of the girl's shoulders, smiling brightly,

"Well, now that all introductions have been… well, introduced, why don't you girls get us some drinks." Emerald broke free of him, giving a mock curtsy before laughing and jogging off. Anny paused before doing the same, following suit. Feliciano giggled once they were out of ear shot,

"Ve~ I like Emmy! She's so nice~!"

"Pfftt. Sure." The older brother rolled his eyes as they walked to a table next to the door, sitting down. Lovi took the time to actually look at the interior of the pub; his anger subsided for the time being. It wasn't the largest of places, with a few tables strung along the walls, the hardwood floors bleeding into tile as it snaked around the bar, an island separating it from the rest of the room. Beers and liquor lined the wall behind the island, and on the front of the room was a large raised platform—a stage. On it were three people, one holding a trumpet, the other a guitar of some form. The last man was sitting at the microphone, on a stool, his tanned finger tapping the microphone as Guitar-guy strummed a single chord. Many of the people in the pub whistled and cheered, the singer-guy pressing his lips close to the mic,

"Esta noche…." He looked around for a minute, eyeing everyone in the room. Lovino's eyes were trained on his bright green irises, his curly brown hair falling into said eyes. He looked tall and lean, and wore nothing but jeans and a white button-up, that was anything but buttoned. He wasn't wearing shoes.

Once the cheering quieted down, he pressed his mouth to the microphone once more, and this time, when he whispered the word, the trumpet sounded behind him,

"Bailamos."

Every person in the pub was livid. As the man began to sing, his voice traveled smooth and silky through the walls, through Lovino's very core. He couldn't help but stare at the man as he sang, his voice alluring and slow, then hitching as he changed octaves. After a minute, Lovi's chest tightened and he felt a growl about to escape his lips. The sudden surge of anger wasn't caused so much by the happy and upbeat melody of the song, of for the fact that his grandfather and brother were having a good time, though they weren't helping at all.

He wasn't sure whether to be unnerved or furious.

For the man on stage looked directly at Lovino as he sang.

A/A/N: Aaaand that's chapter one! For the record, the Regina Hotel is an ACTUAL hotel in Madrid, Spain, and the James Joyce Irish Pub is an actual pub eight minutes away from it, also in Madrid, Spain. I did my research for this story.

Also, Emerald is supposed to be The Free Republic of Ireland, and therefor is a Kirkland. She's an OC of mine, and since the pub's Irish, I thought I'd finagle her into the story. AND I DIIIID. /shot

Anyways, I hope you all liked the story, and chapter two shall be up soon enough. By the way, the song Spain sings is "Bailamos" by Enrique Iglesias. Anyone who hasn't heard it should. It's sexy and it makes me wanna dance~

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