[This is just the start of what happened in an RP on hetalia amino! This contains Romano x Philippines and possible other ships! This is a sneak preview of said story. The rest (when the RP is finished) will be posted on HetaFicsOnCrack So go check it out! I'll let you know when I post the first chapter. (I'll prewrite the rest before I post it) Enjoy!]

It was a nice autumn night. The leaves in the trees were green just fading into a nice yellow. The crisp air swirled around Romano's form chilling him to the bone. He shivered as he asked him self why he was even here anyways. It's not like he liked social events, in fact he hated them, yet here he was, standing in front of a door to a mansion, invitation held between his middle and pointer finger.

He tapped his foot impatiently after he knocked. The knocks were generously spaced out and heavy. After a few minutes the door opened to reveal a woman who the Italian, who hated to admit it, fell in love with as soon as he saw her. She was like an angel in disguise.

She took his invitation and guided him into the house. The house had a dark theme to it. The wood was stained dark brown, like his hair, and the beams and the walls were a nice tan, slightly darker than Lovino's jacket. His green eyes looked around and sucked up all of the information about his whereabouts.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The woman asked.

Lovino's heart fluttered and his chest constricted in the best, yet also the worst way possible.

"No, thank you for the offer though." The italian replied. Maybe this party wasn't going to be so bad.

He made his way over to the rest of the party, standing as close as he dared, Romano leaned against the wall and sighed. Minutes later he heard the angel's voice again.

"Lovino Vargas, correct?" She asked, her voice like morning church bells. Beautiful, full of colour, pure. He stomach did flips as he heard his name roll off of her tongue.

"Sì, what would you name be bella?" He asked desperate to find out what this beauty's name must be, and how perfect it will sound.

"Maria." Oh it was perfect. It fit like the glass slipper being put on Cinderella's foot. What a Golden colour.

~Fin~

•For now•