Hello everyone ^^ This is a story I have been working on with my friend. I hope you all enjoy it! It changes POV a lot, She did Gil, and I did Feli. I've been thinking about doing a follow up Spamano fic for this story, but my decision isn't final. I really do need to start focusing on school -.-'' Well anyways, that's enough ranting from me!

Enjoy~

Just another day, it should have been right, but it wasn't, of course. But, that was Gilbert Beilschmidt for you. He could ruin a perfect day with a snap of his fingers. Today was supposed to be fun, a day full of pranks to pull on his teachers to show the school just how fearless he was. But that all ended when he almost killed one of his teachers, Mr. Morris, by leaving a small puddle of water by his desk. A broken leg and a lot of school fines. Instead of making the Prussian pay the hospital fees for Mr. Morris, he was expelled. His senior year. Four years down the drain for this. As he left the school, having stuffed everything from his locker in a big Hobo Bag slung around his shoulder, he saw the man he had a crush on for quite some time. Feliciano Vargas, a short, cute Italian junior who had stolen his heart a while ago. But now, he wouldn't even have the chance...

Feliciano Vargas was a bubbly straight A student. He was loved by everyone he had happened to meet. Students, teachers, hell! Even people he passed on the street adored him and his enthusiastic personality. His parents even favored him over his older identical brother, Lovino, who tended to get into a lot of trouble with the mafia. Feliciano had a perfect life going for him, great grades, prospering social life, scholarship for an art school in his homeland Italy. But none of that really mattered to him once he caught sight of a German senior. No, nothing mattered at all except for this German. Feliciano soon found out that the one who had caught his eye was the practical jokester, Gilbert Beilschmidt. From the day Feliciano set his eyes on the tall, mysterious German, the more he wanted to get his attention. He started to follow Gilbert around a lot, cautiously, secretly. And then one day, he had a conversation with his crush. It was short and sweet, but Feliciano was still ecstatic .He had spoken with Gilbert! They started talking for a while, as friends of course. Until that dreadful day Gilbert was expelled. Feliciano left school early in tears, not wanting to go back.

Gilbert was angry with himself. He went too far with his pranks, and nothing could be worse than not being able to talk with that little Italian crush of his.

"Such a fuckin' idiot…" He muttered coldly to himself.

Now, the thought of not being able to graduate didn't make him angry. It was the thought of not being able to see Feliciano... Since he lived alone, except for his younger brother, who was at school, he let out a howl of anger and frustration. Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit him. He had exchanged phone numbers with Feliciano. Yes, all hope shall not be given up yet!

"Vhere is zhat damn phone…" He spat, getting up from his bed and looking around vigorously. Once he found it, he smirked lightly and found Feliciano's number, sending him a quick text.

Don't know if you remember me or not. Gilbert Belschmidt. Got expelled today.. Wondering if you want to hang out sometime. Text me back!

When he felt like the text was good enough, he wasted no time in sending it and keeping his phone by him at all times.

Feliciano trudged to his room, avoiding his parents' worried calls from the living room. He opened the door with a little difficulty, not having much energy from all the crying he had done. He wasn't going to be able to see Gilbert anymore, the only person he truly wanted to see when he walked into the huge tan high school every morning. For the first time in his life, Feliciano felt as if the world had come crashing down onto his delicate shoulders, he didn't have the motivation to do anything, no appetite for pasta, he felt as if everything in his life had no meaning anymore. He walked into his spacious room slowly, noticing his dreadful appearance when he glanced at the mirror. He stood there for a moment, he looked terrible. His usual gleaming eyes were bloodshot, threatening to spill out the salty tears he had come to taste earlier. His hair was disgruntled, the strange curl drooping. His school uniform was untidy and ungodly. The shirt was untucked and his tie was hanging on by a thread. He cringed at the sight in his mirror and plopped down on his bed lazily. He curled into a ball and felt his phone vibrate. He picked it up and opened it, seeing Gilbert had texted him. He felt a small smile form at his lips as he read the message over and over. He quickly started typing furiously on his keypad.

Gil! (\^w^/) Of course I remember you silly! I'm sorry to hear about the incident... But I'd love to meet up sometime!

Feliciano started to grin as he pressed 'SEND', holding his phone to his heart, eagerly waiting Gilbert's reply.

Phase One: Complete. He got the Italian to say yes to hanging out sometime in the future, and now started Phase Two... what would they do? It couldn't be too hard to think of something to do, but it really was. Gilbert sighed, running a hand through his snow hair as his crimson eyes stared at his phone in thought. Right now, the German already knew when he wanted to hang out with Feliciano; Tonight. No buts. He wanted to see the teen and do everything he could to make sure that Feliciano could escape from his home. From talking to him off and on, Gilbert already knew that the teen's parents would never allow him to leave at such a late time, and it was already almost four o clock. What could he do? Grabbing his phone, he texted back,

Awesome! How about tonight? If you need help, just ask. I can drive by and pick you up, and help you sneak out if you need it. We could go hang out at that really big park, Founder's. What do you think?

He pressed that small green button, a ding signaling that the message had sent.

Feliciano waited impatiently for Gilbert's reply. When his phone buzzed, he shot straight up and opened it with a smile. Before he had the chance to skim through the message, he heard the front door slam open, followed by a stream of loud curses.

"FELICIANO!" he heard his elder brother yell, rocketing up the steps on the stairs.

Feliciano braced himself as his brother angrily burst into his room.

"What. The. HELL were you thinking, Feliciano?! Just running out of school like that! You had me worried sick!" Lovino spat.

Lovino Vargas, a senior attending Periwinkle High with his younger brother. The two were spitting images of each other looks-wise, but when it came to personality, they were on completely different pages. At first glance you'd think they look exactly the same, but if you dug a bit deeper, you'd see the differences. They both had that peculiar curl, but on different sides, Lovino's on the right, and Feliciano's on the left. Feliciano had a bubbly, outgoing attitude towards everyone, whereas Lovino was always cursing with a scowl on his face.

"Y-Yes, Lovi?" Feliciano squeaked, his voice unusually raspy.

Lovino sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down as he awkwardly patted Feliciano on the head. Lovino drew in a long breath before he finally spoke again.

"I heard... You left school crying," he started, trying to piece together everything he was trying to say in his mind. "Because that potato bastard got expelled."

Feliciano bit his lip as he huddled under his comforter, secretly pulling open his phone under the blanket.

"Feli..." The younger of the two could hear the confusion in Lovino's tone. "Just... Fuck... Don't get depressed over shit like that, ok? You need to focus on school and move on from there... And I hate seeing you sad, so cheer up."

Lovino was never known for being affectionate, this was one of the rare moments he showed that he truly cared for his brother. Feliciano sat his phone down and wrapped his arms around Lovino.

"I understand what you're trying to say, Lovi." He said with a slight smile. "I'll be ok."

Lovino let out a sigh of relief, slightly smiling. He jolted up, remembering something.

"Oh, right. I guess now's a perfect time to tell you." Lovino mumbled. "Mama and Papa are going out tonight, you should go out with a friend or something to lift your mood a little."

"B-but-"

"Don't worry, I won't tell them you're going out." Lovino murmured rubbing his neck. Feliciano giggled and looked at his brother knowingly.

"Antonio's coming over, isn't he?" Lovino gasped in surprise and grabbed a pillow, chucking it at Feliciano.

"T-That's none of your concern!" he grumbled defensively, walking out of the room.

Feliciano laughed and searched around for his forgotten phone. He pulled it open again and finished reading the message. His heart started throbbing as he slid the keypad open.

My parents are out tonight so I'm free! ~ ^u^ Founder's sounds great! What time?

Feliciano nervously pressed 'SEND', his heart still bumping in his chest.

Woo! First chapter done~ ^^