(A/N: Plot Bunny invaded my room and my thoughts. So plot bunny shall receive what it wants 8D Main pairing: SpainxRomano, others MAY include: CanadaxFrance, GermanyxItaly (well, duh), and I'm not sure between AmericaxLithuania, AmericaxJapan or AmericaxEngland... just leave a comment for whateva you want... majority rules, blablabla. Er... and LithuaniaxPoland will probably sneak in here as well... but perhaps later.
Okay, rated M for Lovino's horrible language and mentions of Sealand in later chapters.
CAN YOU HANDLE SEALAND?? Gah! It's too much! *shot*
So... enjoy!
I hate it when he complains. He always complains. Here I am, taking in his horseshit, and while he's out there barely breaking a sweat, living his easy life... I have to live with myself.
I have to live with my stupid-ass shriveled hand. You've seen those kids in your school that had to go to the special classes, and a few would have ther hand on their chest, because they can't do anything about it? Yeah. I'm that kid, but for some special reason, I can still think and talk like anyone else... okay, not exactly.
I have the mental capacity of a thirteen year-old, so yeah, I can learn and do to school and all that goodiness, but I'm not all that smart. I have very mild Mental Retardation, so don't freak out, I don't drool, or make weird mumbling noises. And no, I don't look the part. I personally think I'm a decent-looking guy, nothing special about my appearance, really.
Except the damn hand. I kinda limp when I walk too, so I still somewhat stand out. But hey, I'm pretty damn impressive for being a retard, huh?
Anyways, I digress... So, Feliciano walks in from a walk, sits in front of me, and complains.
"Ve, it's too bumpy to walk straight, and the slope up is killing my legs, and - "
"How long was your walk, Feliciano?" I asked, frowning. Of course, he spaces out, trying to remember. I think I am smarter than him sometimes, even being HARDLY retarded.
"Three-fourths of a mile, I think..."
I felt my face twitch. Three-fourths of a mile. Oh, well may I give him my fucking sympathy? I can do that, limping. For Christ's sake, I knew right there I was definitely the smarter brother. I sat up from the dining table and glared into Feliciano's stupid face.
"Listen, dumbass. I can do that twice as fast as you can. Why do you even go on these before-school walks if they tire you so much?"
He just smiled at me, very stupidly, and patted my head.
"Walks are good for me, ve... It's how I keep the weight off!" With that, and another stupid smile, he gets our backpacks and drives me to our stupid school.
Oh, how I love my class. How I wish they all die in a hole, or from lepracy. Well, only the really annoying ones. I'm on good terms with a few classmates, shockingly.
"Hey, Lovino!" I heard a booming voice cry from down the hall. Trying to keep my balance, I turn to find the high-school team quarterback, class president, president of drama club, and my closest friend since 7th grade. Alfred F. Jones.
"Hey, man!" I called, waving with my good arm. He patted my back and offered to carry my backpack.
"Sure, thanks," I said, trying not to frown. Frowning was a horrible habit I had.
"So, you wanna watch the Royals game this Saturday? I have front-row tickets!"
Holy Tim Allen shit.
Did he just say that?
"Did you just say what I though you said?" I asked, eyes widening, and stopping to look Alfred in the eyes. He smiled and started screaming, pulling out his tickets, resulting in me screaming.
So here we are, screaming in excitement during lunch break, in the middle of the hallway where everyone can see us. But hey, it's not like we cared. We were the biggest baseball fans in the school! We weren't exactly Royals fans, but it was a fucking live baseball game with fucking front-row seats. How could you say no?
While we finally calmed down, he started to gain back his composure.
"'Kay, but I'll have to drive us to Kansas City, it's probably gonna be a few hours. And I have four front-row tickets, so..."
"We're not taking my fagget brother."
"Oh, man, I wasn't gonna say that! We should head to our regular eating area, see if the other guys are there, yeah?"
I nodded, and limped alongside him, with his arm around my shoulders. I hate to sound mushy, but I'm damn proud to have him as a best friend, even though he's an ego-maniac.
Once we got to the outdoor eating area, we found our close gang of three (not including us) waiting for us. They all sat in their usual spots.
The seat closest to us had Kiku in it. In all honesty, he bugged the fuck out of me. He never talks unless Alfred talks to him, which I found kinda rude. But being Alfred's best friend, I let him hang with us. He and Alfred are really close, so I make sure to watch what they're doing sometimes...
What? I'm a friend that cares.
Next to him was Francis, the "heart-breaker". He's always juggling so many people at once, and can be quite the pervert. He even invited me over to go swimming so he could watch me change! No, that's not a rumor, he told me flat-out when I got there. So, I try very hard not to get too close to him.
In front of him was Wang-Yao, and I didn't care too much for him. I didn't hate him either, so I chatted with him sometimes... but he always says "aru". Like, what the fuck? I'm still trying to figure out on whether he has turrets or not, or something...
So, we have a pretty mixed group. Since last year, though, Francis has kinda been pulled away from us. I don't know why, but he's always with two other guys walking around the school, doing whatever. I don't know who they are, but I've seen him run up to them after school, and it's pretty damn suspicious...
Ah well, that's senior year for you, I guess. Graduation is in a month, along with the last school dance being in three weeks.
... Not that I care, or whatever...
Geez, I'm such a digresser. Okay, back to whatever.
"Hey guys!" Alfred exclaimed, waving frantically at them. Kiku immediately turned towards our direction and bowed his head. Pfft, foreigners. Well, most of us were, we go to a boarding school. Feliciano and I were from Italy, and with our grandpa being totally stacked, he sent us here, bought us a house, and enough money to cover 50 people's lifetimes. However, we've lived here for years, so it feels like we were always in the States. Francis was from... just guess... France! If you didn't catch that, congrats, you're as stupid as my brother!
I'm not joking, he asked if Francis was from Greece.
Alfred was born and raised in the states, so he liked all the mixed culture in our school. And, another shocker, Wang-Yao was from China!
"Hello Alfred! Hi Lovino!" Francis replied, stroking a rose.
"Aru! Hi, aru! I got some orange chicken and steamed rice, aru!"
"Hey, guys!" I exclaimed, not as loud as Alfred, waving my good arm. Before Alfred had time to help me get my food, Francis called over his posse.
Well, you gotta call them something! And I'm not gonna boost his ego by saying entourage.
"I want you to meet my friends I hang around with! They heard so much about you, and wanted to meet you! Gilbert, Antonio, meet Kiku, Wang Yao, Lovino, and Alfred!"
I looked at them up and down... not in a perverted way, dammit! Just to get a first impression. I had a feeling that Gilbert was the conceited albino, and Antonio was the smiley dumbass.
Hmm, I think he and my brother would get along.
"Hola! I'm Antonio, and this is Gilbert, and - "
"Hey! Francis already introduced us, remember dipfuck?" Gilbert retorted. I was impressed with how he said it. Dipfuck. I think I'm gonna use that one.
"Oh, yeah! I forgot, heheh..." Antonio looked at me and smiled.
It wasn't a dipfuck smile, oh hell it wasn't. And it wasn't a I-see-you're-special-I'm-smiling-because-I-feel-sorry-for-you kind of smile either.
It was a deep, serene, not stupid, smile. And for a moment, I thought I had pissed my pants. Oh my Geroge Clooney, this dipfuck can smile. He began to walk towards me, and I felt my already limp legs begin to shake. For all my life, I considered myself asexual*, but I thought at that very moment, 'Oh shitfuck, I'm gay. I'm a flaming Faggy McRainbow queerface, because of this bastard.'
And yes, those words did come to mind, thank you very much.
Only half a meter away from me, he held out his left hand. Okay, he wasn't entirely stupid, since he figured that my right hand was my, uh, shriveled one.
"Lovino, yes?" he asked, not moving his gaze.
"Y-yeah, that's me," I uttered, my hand reaching towards his. When our hands finally got into shaking position, I felt a sudden jolt. Like, a surge of electricity... I'm no scientist, dammit. I nearly jumped, but dipfuck literally did jump. Gilbert pulled him back.
"Sorry about that, Lovino, he's very open about body language, but I'm awesome enough to handle hand-shaking!" he boasted, then shook my hand. I wondered why us high school students became so formal.
Antonio never moved his eyes from me. He kept staring like I was some fucking relic, or whatever. His mouth was gaping a little, then he darted his eyes to his hand. He just stared at it, his brows furrowed with concentration, and it almost gave him a shady look...
"Alfred-san, our class is starting, we must hurry," I hear Kiku mumble from behind me. I guess I blocked out the bell, because everyone began going to classes. I got my bag and limped back to the school, and before I opened the door...
"Wait! Lovino!" I hear Antonio yell from behind me. Fuck, making a scene, aren't we?
"Yeah, whaddaya want?" I said, turning to face him. He ran to me. He ran to see me. I was flattered. I even blushed, but tried to cough to make it go away.
"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning in. I felt blood rush to my face, so I turned and opened the door. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"I can walk you to your next class, I have anatomy next," he nearly whispered, even closer than before. I try to sound pissed off, but I just couldn't refuse.
"Fine, dipfuck, you can walk me." I grumble, and he squealed in delight, then took my bookbag and walked me to class. I felt his eyes on my hand, and I turned to him with my worst death glare that even made Feli's best friend, Ludwig, nearly crap himself.
You wanna know what Antonio did? He smiled back.
"How long has your hand been, uh..." he tried to ask, thinking of what to say.
"People are born fucked up, sometimes. I was one of them," I answer, saying whatever came to mind. He jumped back.
"Don't say such negative things about yourself, Lovi!"
"It's Lovino, dammit."
This guy was very different from the rest. He was so sincere, gave me a nickname even though we met seven minutes ago, and already told me to not say shit about myself. I was about to implode from the mushyness his aura oozed off. I began blushing thinking about this guy. This bastard is in my life for seven minutes, and I already can't stop thinking about him. Once I finally limped all the way to my classroom alongside Antonio, I felt bad for making the rest of the walk silent. I wondered if he thought about me...
Fuck. I'm a chick now.
"Do you walk home?" he asked before I could touch the doorknob. I tried to glare at him, to hide my blushing.
"No. Now leave."
He waved and ran down the hall and I noticed he bumped his head into the door, looked at me, waved again, and walked in. He really seems stupid.
I shrugged it off and walked into my class.