Notice Already, DAMNIT!

And so there I was, staring as the snow slowly fell to the earth. I was freezing my ass off in front of the school because a certain Spaniard decided to help a teacher carry a stack of papers to the copy room. Not that I should complain, after all it was the stupid, cheery, caring, and helpful type of personality that made me fall for the bastard.

THERE I said it... Shut up.

Anyway it didn't even matter because he was too much of a lovable dunce to notice my feelings. Yes he hugged me all the time (much to my protest, though I secretly loved it) and called me 'mi tomate' and other terms of supposed endearment, but I know it's just part of his persona.

"Lovi~~~" I turned just in time to be more or less raped by the grinning, laughing, tomato-loving bastard.

"Awwwh Lovi~ mi dispiace. I didn't think it would take so long! ~" Antonio cooed a little TOO close to my ear.

"S-shut up b-bastard!" was I stuttering?

"Awwwh Lovi you're stuttering! Are you cold?" Antonio said still clinging to my back. "I can make it better! ~~" He turned and faced me, quickly hugging the living daylights out of me while rubbing his cheek against mine. "Fusososososo!"

I punched him.
Hard.

Right where it counts.

He fell to the ground clenching in agony
"Owww~~ Lovi, why?" he choked out.
"Bastard! You don't just do... WHATEVER it is you just did! It's creepy as fuck..."

He quickly recovered, (after all these years of that sort of abuse, you kind of get used to it) and that stupid grin reappeared on his face. "Aw Lovi," he said looking WAY too perverted for my comfort, and taking my hand. "I just like being close to you!"

I barely heard the last part though, and just stared at my hand.

That's HIS hand... And it's holding MINE... In all the years I've known him not ONCE had he held my hand... It was warm.
'Fucking shit' I can feel the blush slowly creeping across my face. I turned my head down so Antonio wouldn't see... But of course, like always, he saw.

"Awwh mi tomatito Lovi! Que Lindo! ~~"
"Whatever Bastard! And why the fucking hell are you holding my hand?" I said, trying to pull my hand out of the Spaniards, but damn he is STRONG!

"To help keep you warm of course! Now come on! We promised to meet Feli, Ludwig, and Gilbert at the cafe!"
I silently groaned and began to walk towards his car.

OoO~OoO~OoO~OoO~

We decided to meet at the cafe run by Francis (the absolute pervert who is DETERMINED to get in my pants) and his dad. It was fairly nice, you walked in and with all the windows and wooden furniture painted white, and it was almost like eating outside. It had a very relaxed feeling to it, and honestly I loved the sweets there. But it was the employees that made my skin crawl and never want to go back there.

First off was Francis' dad, and just by looking at him you could tell that the sexual interface came from his side of the family. He had the same hair length as Francis only his was brown. He had the same blue eyes, but also had the whole goatee mustache combo which made him look strikingly similar to the pedo bear. He flirted with EVERY SINGLE customer that walked in. He didn't care if it they were boy or girl, straight or gay, married or single, or old or young... He tried to get in everyone's pants. But all be damned the guy was a pretty good chef.

Then there was Francis. A greasy, slimy, perverted, flirty, horrible, French, snail- sucking, playboy. Just like his dad, he flirted with anything that had a heartbeat and a pair of lips, and well I just hated the guy. After all, ever since we were young he had been basically stalking me wherever I went. He always tried to basically attack me and stick his hand down my fucking pants! There was this one time when he actually took a stapler, a condom, honey, and some string and tried to... Well you get the idea. There are many bad memories of Francis. And of course he's a waiter

Next were Bella and Elizabeta. Bella was a Belgian girl with short blonde hair and green eyes. She cleared tables. At one point I had a crush on her... Until I realized the bitch was a possessive freak who always tried to figure out where I was and who I was with. And Elizabeta was a Hungarian girl who also had green eyes and sandy hair that went down to the middle of her back (how the HELL did girls keep it that long?). She's also a waitress (which is good because she needs to keep Francis in check, and he's scared of her). She seems pretty normal... Until you make her mad and a frying pan appears out of thin air, or if a gay couple walks in and she gets a nose hemorrhage. Yes, she seems normal, key word- SEEMS.

Anyway, Antonio and I had sat down at a table in the corner and were waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.

"ohonhonhonhonhon" oh God, please. No. ANYONE but him... "OH LOVINO~~~" the last words I heard before two over sized hands clamped over my eyes. "Guess who it iz mon petite Cher!"
"The herpes infested hands of death" I retorted.
"non you silly little italien~ c'est moi! Francis!"
"Oh, too bad" I heard Antonio snicker to my side before I pushed Francis away from me.

"Awwwh why must you be zis way to me mon amour? When are you finally go'ing to ditch Tonio and run off avec moi?" I could treat you much be-" He suddenly stopped when Antonio reached up and grabbed his arm. He was still smiling but there was something weird going on with his eyes... They were glazed over making him look like he was about to kill the French bastard. I was about to say something when...

"WHOOOOO YEAH! Now THIS is a party!" an overly loud PRUSSIAN *Gilbert is PRUSSIA therefore he shall be called as such* came over and put his arms around the two, who were now in an intense staring battle. "Mein Gott you guys. Calm down... THE AWESOME ME IS HERE TO BREAK THE TENSION!" I scoffed and took a sip of my water. I used to never try anything Francis brought out to me, but then I figured he couldn't lace everything with roofies or GHB right? Just then Feliciano and Ludwig came into view.
"Veeee~ ciao, Fratello!" said my idiotic brother as he put me in his death-grip of a hug. I greeted him back by ever so gently- shoving my elbow into his gut. "Vee Fratello that wasn't nice... Oh hi Antonio!" he said and hurled himself into the Spaniards already opened arms."
"Hola Feli!" he beamed returning the hug and making me wince. Why couldn't I be that open when he tried to hug me? Oh right, apparently I'm sun dairy or whatever and I'm mean to the people I like... Yes exactly like an elementary school kid. I glared at Antonio and to my surprise he stopped hugging Feli and gave me an apologetic smile. Weirdo.
I took a glance over at Ludwig who was standing awkwardly in the corner... Why is his face flushed?

"But anyway Fratello, Ludi and I have great news!" he said slightly blushing and looking towards the floor.

"What?" I said, "Geez Feli with that stupid grin you're wearing it's like he asked you to marry him." I scoffed and began to take a sip of my water.

Feli beamed, "HE DID!" and shoved his left hand in my face showing a silver band with a red ruby and two emeralds between it.
I spat my water all over the table. "EXCUSE ME?"
"Congratulations Feli!" Antonio squealed and pulled Feliciano into another thug hug.

"DONT ENCOURAGE THIS!" I yelled as everyone in the cafe turned and stared.

"Veeee~ but Fratello... Ludwig makes me happy!"

"Happiness my balls! You're in High school Feli! You're only 18!"
I was starting to get flustered. How in the hell can he have said yes? And to the potato bastard? If only our parents hadn't left us and gone to work in Italy. They would know what to do.

"Geez man calm down" Gilbert said eyeing me suspiciously "you know they've been dating for three years now, it was bound to happen eventually." he said patting Ludwig on the back, who was blushing almost as badly as I do.

"Well of course I knew that dumbass!" I screamed in a quiet tone to try and get some eyes off of us," But in case you didn't realize... THEY ARE IN FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL", so long self control, you were nice while you lasted.

"Veeee~ but we got accepted to the same college! And we are gunna grab an apparent together. We were planning on having the wedding after graduation~!"

It was too much "DAMNIT IDIOTA FRATELLO! Usa la testa! Non riesco nemmeno a guardare Te in questo momento! Dannazione tutti all'inferno!" I stopped and stared at him. I immediately felt a pang of guilt ht me as I saw his face swell up with tears. Not the stupid 'I can't have pasta for breakfast' tears- these were the actual 'you just ripped my heart into a thousand different pieces, lit them on fire, and then took a giant shit on the ashes' tears.

I ran out of there as fast as I could. Leaving a very awkward and depressing atmosphere, and dipped into the winter leaving them all confused and one very hurt Feliciano.