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"I don't want to go to the fucking beach! It's stupid and there's fucking sand everywhere! Why the hell is there sand everywhere? Who thought it would be a good idea to cover the fucking beach with that stuff? It gets in everything, even when you're not on the beach! Plus, I'll get a sunburn! I always get a sunburn because Feliciano always loses the sunscreen! Of course that's not a problem for him because everyone loves him so much and are literally throwing themselves at his feet to lend him sunscreen while I have to sit in the corner as the sun chars my skin!" said Lovino from the backseat. He, Arthur, Francis and Antonio were driving up to the school's week long retreat to the beach. Antonio turned around from the passenger seat to look at the angry Italian.

"I brought sunscreen," he claimed. "We can share." Lovino scowled at him.

"I'd rather be cooked alive then be indebted to you, you tomato bastard. I can't believe we were assigned cars, it's so fucking retarded. And of course I ended up in the car with you bastards! Arthur excluded, he's probably the only one here I wouldn't trade for sunscreen. Why does the world fucking hate me? Is it because I curse so fucking much, I swear I'll stop, God."

"I know what you mean! This entire retreat is fucking stupid! I'd rather be at school than be confined in this contraption with that French pervert driving," concurred Arthur from beside him.

"Ah mon cher, we know you don't mean that," crooned Francis from the driver's seat.

"Don't fucking tell me what I mean you blasted frog! I know what I meant! I fucking said it!"

Arthur yelled back. He continued to mumble under his breath. "He thinks he so cool because he's got that stupid accent and that flowy hair and those moronic eyes of his. Well you are nowhere as cool as you think you are." Antonio laughed and raised the volume on the radio. Just because Arthur thinks he's living in his own little world, doesn't mean we can't hear him out here, he thought. He stared at the radio dials for as long as he could manage but eventually gave in and snuck a glance at Lovino. He was sulking in the back, clearly wishing he was somewhere else but Antonio was glad he was there. In fact, he had hoped that he would have been able to sit next to him on the ride up but Arthur refused to sit next to Francis and Lovino would definitely know something was up if all three of them sat in the back. For weeks now, the Spanish teen was wrestling with his feelings for the Italian boy but this week he was going to tell him. I just hope he feels the same way, he thought.

"Stop staring at me, you tomato bastard! Try creeping someone else out for a change!" Antonio blushed and quickly turned his head to look at his wrist watch. Anywhere but at Lovino, he then he noticed that they still had about an hour drive to their destination and sighed.

"Hey mon ami, don't worry we'll get there when we get there," claimed Francis.

"Yea, I just don't know how long we can be in this car without them killing us."

"Eh, we can take them. Dibs on Arthur," he winked as he broke out into a mischievous smile.

"Dibs for what?" Yelled Arthur, who was obviously eavesdropping. "Are you guys talking about me? I swear to god Francis if you're showing him more of those pictures you took of me while I was sleeping, I will file a bloody restraining order!"

"You see how he hasn't filed it yet?" Francis sighed romantically. "Now that's love."

"I don't love you!"

"Of course you do, you just won't admit it yet. That's okay, mon petit croissant, I shall wait for you, but not for too long," he teased.

"He is such an insufferable prick," Arthur whispered to Lovino.

"I don't even know why we let them drive us to the beach," his friend agreed. Antonio stared out the window for a while but then the urge to look at Lovino was quickly returned. He tried to distract himself by checking his phone and looking at pictures of Lovino that Gilbert had taken and sent to him. He sighed softly, forced to admire pictures when the real thing is right behind me. Francis looked over at his friend and smiled. Then while also keeping his eyes on the road he lowered the sun blocker in front of the passenger seat. Antonio looked up from his phone.

"Por que? Why Francis?" He asked.

"I just thought you wanted to block out the sun so you could have a better view."

"Well actually, the shade is making my phone harder to see."

"Not of the phone!"

"But that's what I was looking at," Antonio claimed confusedly.

"Why don't you look in the mirror?" Asked Francis, gesturing at the one on the inside of the sun shielder.

"Ah, gracias mi amigo, I thought I was having a good hair day. How kind of you to notice." Francis rolled his eyes as Antonio began to check out his hair in the mirror. Then he paused. I have a perfect view of Lovino, he noticed. He glanced at Francis who smiled at him. This was his plan along. Antonio sat back in his chair and watched Lovino glare out the window. Even when he's angry he's cute. Oh who am I kidding? He's always angry, but his head does this adorable thing when he blushes. His face becomes this cute little tomato, my tomato. I wonder what he's thinking about.

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Lovino glared at the landscape outside his window. He hated it. All of it. The mountains, the lakes, the clouds, being stuck in a car with that tomato bastard. Lovino sighed and tried to calm down a little. He didn't hate the clouds, it wasn't their fault he was having such a crappy day-it was Antonio's. That bastard was just sitting there, purposely distracting Lovino with his chocolate hair, tan skin and sea green eyes. It's not like Lovino liked him or anything, no, I could never like that tomato-loving douchebag! I just thought he might like me...he glared at his faint reflection in the mirror. Of course he doesn't like you! If he did, why would he sit in front next to Francis and leave you with Arthur? He would rather separate that "loving" couple than bare a few hours near you. Well, fuck him! Who needs him? Not me!

"Hey frog! You need to pull over!" yelled Arthur. His voice pulled Lovino from his thoughts.

"What did you say mon cher?" Replied the driver.

"I said you need to pull the fuck over at the next rest stop, I need to use the facilities."

"I thought you didn't like me? Making the car stop for you to go to the restroom would only increase the time of the trip, thus increasing the time we spend together." Arthur's ears turned a light red.
"You can't possibly believe that I purposefully forced myself to need to go to the bathroom, to spend a couple extra minutes with you." Francis smiled.

"Of course and to prove it, I'll pull over." Arthur looked confused at how civil Francis was acting.

"Um, thanks?"

"If-" Arthur sighed; he knew there would be a catch. "You promise to switch seats with Antonio for the rest of the trip and the ride back."

"What, why?"

"Well, not that I don't appreciate how you look in the rearview mirror, but it would be much safer for all of us if you sat up front. And I'm sure Antonio won't mind sitting-" Francis stopped as he observed his friend's glare. Lovino perked up a little at the thought of Antonio sitting with him in the back seat. Cool yourself. He doesn't even want to sit next to you. That French bastard is forcing him back here. But Lovino couldn't help and think about having that green-eyed boy sitting so close next to him, to have him smile at him with his perfectly white teeth against his caramel skin. The Italian boy blushed lightly.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked him as Antonio turned around to look. Lovino quickly put an angry expression on his face, causing it to transform from a light pink to a tomato red.

"I was thinking about having that fucking bastard sit next to me. Don't do it Arthur! You can hold it."

"Can you?" asked Francis while taking a slow sip from his water bottle. Arthur groaned.

"Fine. I'll sit next to you."

"Nude?"

"What?!"

"Oh pardon, nude, it means without clothing."

"I know what it bloody means!"

"So you'll do it!"

"Of course not!"

"Well, I guess we're not stopping." Francis slowed down the car and took another sip of his drink, this time he let beads of water drip down onto his chin. Arthur stared at him in agony.

"Stop the car, you frog!"

"You know what you must do," the French boy sang.

Arthur sighed loudly, "What if- ugh, what if I just lose the shirt?" Francis smirked at this.

"That's a start..."Arthur tried to cross his legs, tap his foot and bite down on a towel to stop his bladder. Francis observed as the English boy's face began to change colors. He sighed.

"You're no fun," he claimed as he pulled over to the nearest store. Before he could bring the car to a complete stop, the Brit was already out of the car dashing into the building. "Well mon ami, it has been a pleasure but it is time for you to move," Francis told Antonio. His friend eagerly got up but tried to hide his excitement when he opened one of the car's back doors. Lovino was glaring at him as he slid in next to him. Look at this bastard! Did I say I wanted him here? Who just invites themselves into the back seat? God, I hate him. Even though they were his thoughts, Lovino didn't quite believe himself. He was secretly extremely happy that the Spanish teen was sitting so close to him, his bare legs brushing up against his. He looked up to the sound of Francis locking the car doors. He was confused for a while until he noticed that Arthur was leaving the store with a scone. The boy looked as happy as a clam eating that trash. Even though Arthur was one of his best friends, Lovino didn't completely understand his weird ways. The Briton tried to take his seat in the back but the door was locked, he turned to glare at the driver.

"Open the fucking door!" Francis shook his head and pointed to the passenger seat. "No! I will not! Open the door!" Arthur desperately pulled on the door handle while the car passengers stared at him with pity. But he kept pounding on the door, on the verge of tears.

"OPEN...THE..BLASTED...DOOR!" The boy sighed a sigh of defeat and slowly made his way to the passenger seat. Coincidentally it was the only door that was unlocked; as he slid in he noticed the French boy was frowning at him. "What?"

"Your clothes." Arthur surveilled himself.

"What about them?"

"They're still on."

"Of course they're still on you bloody frog! Do I look like a fucking nudist?"

"You should try it sometime, like now."

"I am not taking my clothes off for you."

"We made a deal."

"Whatever, I'm not taking them off."

"Then I guess we stay here." Francis examined him and smiled.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just realized that all of your attempts to 'spite' me end up with us more time together. I can literally sit here all day." They sat in silence for a while.

"My God Arthur! Just take off your shirt! I want to leave!" snarled Lovino. "You might love sitting next to Francis but I have shit to do!"Arthur looked out his window nervously, sighed and removed his shirt. He could just smack the smile off Francis' face as he grabbed the boy's shirt and placed it behind him.

"So...the pants?"

"That wasn't part of the deal!"

"You're right! I am a scoundrel! Teach me a lesson! Remove your shorts!"

"I am not taking them off, you bastard!"

"You will soon enough," smiled the French boy as he pulled out of the parking lot. Once they were back on the road, Lovino was having a really hard time not staring at Antonio. The Spanish boy just sat there staring out the window, looking like he was pondering the meaning of life or some deep shit like that. His eyes looked gentle and thoughtful but he had turned his body away from Lovino. So the Italian tried to do the same but he couldn't get comfortable so he gave up and sat normally. The hot sun and the mundane view finally caught up with Lovino as he felt himself slipping away into sleep.

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Antonio smiled as he watched the Italian fall asleep. He had been fighting the urge to stare at him and eventually had to turn his body around to prohibit any stalker like surveillance from occurring. Now that the boy was asleep he could relax. He is so cute, he thought. Antonio silently pulled out his phone and took a couple of pictures of the boy beside him. He felt at ease enough to move closer to the middle of the car and gently rubbed Lovino's hair. The unconscious Italian boy shifted quietly in his sleep and ended up resting his head on Antonio's shoulder. He then leaned forward and settled himself in the Spanish boy's lap. He's so adorable; it couldn't hurt to let him sleep peaceful, thought Antonio. He smiled to himself as he began to stroke the sleeping boy's hair. He remained tranquil like this until they pulled up to the beach. Arthur turned away from his ongoing debate with Francis about the status of his trousers to wake up Lovino.

"Hey, we're-what are you doing?" he asked the Spanish teen.

"I was-well you see..." Antonio began, however Lovino began to shift in his lap.

"Arthur, I am trying to fucking sleep. Do you need to be so loud?" The boy tried to make himself comfortable and go back to sleep, but suddenly seemed to realize where he was and jumped up.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" he screamed at Antonio.