A/N: Hey guys. So this is just something I've been meaning to write for a while. I finally wrote this down after reading one too many angsty stuff (however, I don't classify this as angst) while delving into my own thoughts. This is from Lovino's POV, but beware of OOCness. Belle is Belgium. Anyway, enjoy~!

The water from the shower trails down my back, my mind deep in thought. Particularly, a certain Spaniard is on my mind.

I really hadn't noticed him until we both ended up with parts in the school play. We were in different grades after all. So, I never really paid any mind to him, or his stupid friends.

However, at one point we had to enter from the same spot on the stage. Just us.

I think the first time I really started paying attention to him was when I felt that little spark.

"C'mon, Lovi! You gotta get your Jazz hands out!" To emphasize that, he spreads his hands out in a Jazz hand like style.

I stare at his hands. "Damn…your hands are huge…" Of all the things. Way to fucking go, Lovino.

He holds his hand out, similar to how one would when comparing hand sizes. So, I do what my instincts say, and place my hand over his. When he folds his fingertips over mine, I feel it. That something, as though I had gotten an electrical spark.

I shake my, trying to get the memories out of my head. But they just kept coming.

I walk back stage after our last night of the performance. I see the tomato bastard, and hold out my hand for a high-five. However, he pulls me into a hug.

I just sit there in shock as he pulls away and says goodbye. I only intended to give him a high-five, I sit there and think, ignoring the blush on my face.

"Dammit, Lovino! Stop thinking about him!" I scold myself, hitting the wall of the shower. I put my head on the wall. "You can't go after him, dammit!"

I sit next to the girl on the stage, examining the kids mingling at the arranged event the school was hosting. I turn my head to her. "Hey, Belly-bean" I call her that, remembering the nickname I gave her when we were little kids.

The Belgian girl turns to me. "Yes, Lovi?" She is the only person I really let call me Lovi. Well, because I call her Belly-bean.

"Who do you like?" I don't know where it came from. Part of me knows, but the other part wants to hear her say it for herself.

Belle rolls her eyes. "Don't you know?" She laughs. "Well, it isn't much of a secret. It's Antonio."

I nod my head solemnly. I knew it. And now that I really think about it, it makes sense. She was also in the play, and I remember her saying that she was happy, because her crush was in the play with us.

But, of course, it all makes sense, really.

"So, since then, you've blocked off your emotions! You don't want to hurt her…" I say to myself, as I sink down to the bottom of the shower, placing my head in my arms. "You don't want to lose one of the few friends you have…"

I knock on the door in front of me, and without a response I just walk in. Feliciano sits on his bed with a sketchbook in his hands. "Ve, Fratello? What are you doing here?"

I just sit on his bed with him, and put my head on his shoulder. "I…I don't know, Feli. I just…don't know what to do." I don't know if the growing wetness on his shoulder is from my wet hair, or my tears. "I love him so much it hurts Feli, but I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want one of my only friends leaving me.

"I just don't know anymore…."

A/N: So…yeeeees. This has been bugging me for a while now, because I'm going through this myself (though I wouldn't say I love the guy, but say I like him so much it hurts….it sounds to….mehhhh.)

But, yeah. Tell me what you guys thought and stuff. Bye bye!