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It was a normal afternoon after classes at the World Academy. The notorious Bad Friends Trio was sitting in empty classroom, planning some of their latest schemes and generally just teasing each other.
"Aw, come on, Franny! There has to be someone. Who are we supposed to awesomely make fun of you about?" Gilbert asked.
"Non, there is no one," Francis said. He smiled. "My amour is for the entire world to enjoy~"
Gilbert snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay, now it's your turn, Gil!" Antonio said. He always loved spending time with his friends.
"Kesesesese~ There's no one! I'm too awesome."
Francis smirked. "Please, I know there is someone. I can just tell."
Gil's cheeks pinked. He sent a look at Franny before leaning over and whispering to Antonio. "Mattie Williams."
Antonio looked at him. "Who?"
Gilbert smacked his forehead. "No one…"
Francis smirked. "And what about you, Antoine? What do you think of cher Lovino?"
Antonio looked between Franny and Gil. "What do you mean?"
Francis sighed and gestured vaguely with one hand. "What do you think of him, mon ami?"
Antonio stopped to think. What did he think about Lovi? The Italian was cute, yes, but he had also been Antonio's best friend for years. "He's my best friend," the Spaniard smiled.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Nothing else?"
Antonio shook his head. There was this sort of nagging thought in the back of his mind, but he brushed it off. "Nope, there's nothing else to it."
"Would you ever want to date him?" Franny asked.
Antonio shook his head again. "Of course not." Lovi always turned down anyone who asked him out anyway. And even if they did date, if their relationship took a turn for the worse, his friendship with Lovi would be ruined! Antonio didn't want that to happen. Ever.
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Lovino was stock still where he stood just outside the door to the room the stupid bastards were inside. He had stopped walking when he heard the conversation turn to him. 'Of course not'? Th-the fucking bastard. A-and to think… he was a-about to confess his f-feelings to Antonio… bastard.
Lovino was going to confess, and if on the off-chance the bastard felt the same way, that would be fucking fantastic. A-and if not, Lovino would drop it and hopefully they could just continue being friends.
But, 'Of course not'… There was no point in confessing now, no matter how badly he wanted to get the damned fucking thing off his chest. It was better to not complicate their friendship anyway.
Lovino turned away from the door and started walking down the hall. Try to look normal… Try to look like nothing is wrong…
Lovino clenched and unclenched his fists. How could he be so fucking stupid anyway? To think that Antonio might actually feel the same way, even a little bit. Why would he? Lovino was no good, especially compared to almost anyone else. Antonio would probably go after someone attractive, and smart… and just as nice as he was. He deserved as much, at the very fucking least.
The Italian opened the door to the art room and stepped inside. He needed to vent.
"Vee, fratello, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Feli."
The slightly younger Italian's eyes watered. "But I can tell you're upset, ve."
"I said it was nothing," Lovino said.
"Are you sure, fratello?"
Lovino didn't say anything as he walked over to his spot in the studio.
After a few seconds of silence, Feli spoke up again, "Veee, fratello, me and Luddy were going to hang out after he was done with student government-y stuff. Will you be alright walking home by yourself, ve?"
Lovino grunted in response and picked up his carving tool. What was he going to work on today? He couldn't let it be too emotional. At least while Feli was still here.
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Francis was the first to respond after a long pause. "Really, mon ami?"
Antonio nodded. "Really."
"Why not?" Gil asked.
"Well, if it goes badly, it would be horrible for our best-friendship!" Antonio said.
Gilbert nodded. "That does make sense…"
"Doesn't he also turn down every single person who asks him out?" Francis asked.
"Kesesesese~ You should know that better than anyone else, Franny." Gilbert smirked.
Francis huffed and flipped his hair over his shoulder.
Antonio rested his chin on his hand. "I wonder why Lovi does that…"
Franny and Gil shared a look (They tended to do that a lot whenever Antonio talked about Lovi).
"Well," Francis spoke up, "Antoine, he probably is simply waiting for a certain person to ask him out, so he doesn't want to have to deal with the others."
Antonio looked intently at his friends. "Really?"
Gilbert nodded. "I'm sure that he's just waiting for a special, awesome someone."
Who was Lovi's certain, special, awesome someone? Antonio hoped he or she would realize how absolutely amazing and smart and beautiful and funny and wonderful Lovi was and ask him out already. It would make Lovi happy, and Antonio always wanted Lovi to be happy.
A/N: I'm baaaaaaack~ With my new Spamano! :D
Antonio sure is an idiot, isn't he? *sighs* Ah well, he'll have to realize eventually (but not soon enough).
I (almost) apologize for this chapter being so short, but there was only so much I wanted to have happen in this chapter and I didn't want to drag things out. The other chapters are most likely going to be longer than this.
Thank you in advance to everyone who favorites, follows, or reviews! All of these things are awesome and make me as happy as Elizaveta when she discovered the wonderful properties of a frying pan~