"AN-TO-NI-O!" A young Italian voice calls out to the sleeping Antonio. "Antonio!" The Italian pounces on Antonio's chest. Antonio gets his breath knocked out of him, but he is now wide-awake.

Antonio opens his green eyes to find the young Italian's shinning green eyes looking down at him. "Good morning my little friend."

"Antonio, I'm hungry. Make me breakfast." Antonio smiles at the demanding hungry boy. The Italian gets off of Antonio and leaves the bedroom. Antonio watches him as he disappear down the hall. He admires the delicate long lean body of a young teenage boy. His sweet shinning green eyes that are still fill with innocent youth, his brown hair that falls to the right, creating a natural part on his left. And that one curl that sticks out on his right side of his head. So cute.

Antonio slides out of bed. He sleepily walks to the bathroom. In the mirror he see that's his curly brown hair sticking out every which way. He tries to smooth his ruffled hair down, knowing that it won't work. His hair doesn't agree with him. Antonio gives up trying to smooth down his hair. He rubs the sleepiness from his brilliant green eyes.

"Antonio!" Antonio hears a whiny muffled voice calling him. Antonio gives a little chuckle. He opens the bathroom door and shuffles to the kitchen.

The cool tile kitchen floor sucks the heat from Antonio's feet. Antonio wishes he had put on socks before he left his bedroom. An impatient teenager with a pout on his face sits at the table wanting breakfast. Antonio walks to the boy and gives him a light peck on the top of his head. "Would you like pancakes this morning?"

"Yeah!" The Italian's face brightens up.

The Italian watches Antonio go to the refrigerator to get the ingredients for pancakes. His long fingers wrap themselves around the handle of the refrigerator. His filled out body with strong muscles, his light tan Spanish skin brings out the brilliant green eyes that are always smiling. Antonio bends over to see into the refrigerator. The boy's eyes move to Antonio's ass. And dat Spanish ass. The Italian couldn't help but to stare with a slight smile.

Antonio stands up and leaves the refrigerator with his ingredients.

A few minutes later, Antonio places a plate of pancakes in front of the teenager. He pulls the chair out across from him and sits with his plate of pancakes. The two eat in silence for a moment.

Antonio's Spanish voice breaks the silence. "Have you remembered anything yet?"

The boy's eyes saddened a bit as he shakes his head 'no.' He takes another bite of the warm pancake. He chews slowly.

"It's okay. You'll remember. Don't worry." Antonio takes a sip of milk from his glass. "We do know that you are about 17 or 18 and that you're Italian."

The teen stands up abruptly. He storms out of the kitchen, leaving Antonio in a silent kitchen.

The teen goes to his bedroom, which is really Antonio's guest room. He locks the door behind him. The Italian climbs into the bed. He sits on the bed looking around the room as his vision blurs. Nothing in the room is his. Nothing in the room helps to bring back his memories. The boy crawls under the big comforter, resting head on the feather pillow. He pulls the big blanket over his head. Hot tears stream down his face. His body shakes as he weeps. There is no way he is going to let Antonio see him like this. The petrify young teenage doesn't know what to do. He doesn't remember anything about himself. What scares him the most is the fact that he doesn't know what his own name is.

The doorknob jiggles as it tries to turn. A knock on the door startles the teen. "My friend, please open up." More knocks rap on the door. The doorknob jigs again. "My friend."

The teen emerges from the underneath the covers. He rubs his eyes. He takes deep breaths to calm down a bit before he opens the door to Antonio.

"My friend, why don't we go down stairs and watch something on TV?" Antonio asks the young boy.

The boy just nods his head and walks pass Antonio. Antonio follows the delicate teen. The teenager gives a few sniffs on the way down to the living room.

The Italian plops down on the black leather couch. Antonio takes the remote control and sits down next to the Italian, a little closer than necessary. He turns on the television. Antonio flips through the channels until he finds a show that he wants to watch. The Italian teen sits in silence. He doesn't understand what is being said on the television, but Antonio laughs at what is being said.

The commercials come on Antonio lowers the volume. His green eyes watch the boy sitting next to him. "My friend, I think I have come up with something that you will like." The boy looks up to the Spaniard with curiosity. "You should have a mane. I know you don't remember your name, so I think we should come up with a name in the meantime." Antonio watches the teen as he thinks the idea over. The corners of his mouth slowly curve up.

"What name would it be?"

"Whatever you want it to be. We can look up names on the computer."

Romano keeps Antonio in sight at all times. The market area is always a busy place with people. This area isn't only a market area, but also a place to keep up on the latest gossip. There are always people here, whether it is to buy some fresh products, or to gossip about someone.

"Antonio." Romano calls out to the crowed.

"Si?" Romano spots Antonio turning around to locate him. Someone roughly pushes Romano causing him to bump into Antonio. The Spaniard catches the smaller male. Romano's face turns red, and he harshly pushes Antonio away.

"Romano. Come on, let's get what we nee, and then get out of here." Antonio reaches for Romano's hand to lead him through the crowed without getting separated. But Romano pulls his hand away before Antonio got a hold of it. Romano follows closely to the Spaniard. Antonio's body is solid. Strong. Romano likes the feel of Antonio's body and his against each other.

Antonio stops at one of the stands that sells fruit. Antonio and the seller speak to each other in Spanish, leaving Romano lost, not knowing what is being said. Romano listens to other people around him. Many different languages fill the market air. Romano doesn't understand most of the languages. Many different people of all ages walk through the market area.

Romano finds himself watching a young teen at a stand across the way. The young teenager has a skinny body dressed in khakis and a white t-shirt. His brown eyes shines like a child. His brown bangs fall just about his eyes, creating a natural part in the middle. The thing about this teen that really catches Romano's attention is that one piece of hair that sticks out on his left side of his head in a curl. The teenager finishes with his business with the seller there and then turns to disappear into the crowd.

Romano's heart skips a beat. Something overcame him. He had to follow that boy. Romano pushes his way through the crowd trying to keep up with the teen. "Romano! Romano where are you going?" Antonio calls after him. Romano ignores Antonio and keeps on following the teen. Romano finally gets out of the crowded market area. He looks around frantically, trying to locate the teen his following.

"Crap! Where the hell did he go?!" Romano's face turns red with frustration.

"My friend, what's wrong?" Antonio comes up behind Romano. Romano's frustration kept him from answering Antonio. Romano's green eyes start to blur. "My friend, I think we should go home. I have what I need." Antonio takes Romano's hand, and gently leads him back home.