Hei NOT-TSUNDERE here. I wrote this with my friend Chello a couple weeks ago. It switches between Lovino's POV (i wrote) and Antonio's POV (Chello wrote) but each Lovino POV is set in the same time frame as the Antonio POV that follows. God I hope that made sense. Enjoy and näkemiin for now.

~Lovino POV~

It was cold. FUCKING FREEZING. This is Italy for god's sake it's supposed to be warm and sunny but I was sat inside yet again looking out at the rain. Feliciano walked in jumping up and down.

"it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning! Ve~" I covered my ears he had been singing that song for the past half an hour non stop.

"Hey Feli you know the song says -and couldn't get up in the morning-? Well when you think about it doesn't it mean he died?" I grinned watching his horrified expression as he ran off crying to his German potato bastard-of-a-boyfriend. I wasn't usually mean to my brother but I was so BORED.

"ROMANO VARGAS THAT IS ENOUGH" oh shit now the potato is mad.

"I have had enough of you tormenting feliciano I'm sending you to Antonio, maybe he can teach you some manners" I gave him the best fucking death glare I could make

"you can't tell me what to do! I am NOT going back to Antonio! He's dumber than a brick!"

Despite my constant protesting my brother convinced me to go to Spain, mainly using the point that the weather was better. So I got onto a plane a few days later and just my luck, I was seated in between two American tourists who thought it was funny when I said certain English words in my Italian accent. I had a headache by the end of the plane ride and I was glad to escape the confinement of my seat when the plane landed.

I was in line for border patrol for at least 30 minutes and my feet hurt like hell from sitting in chair and then standing up for so long. As if the day couldn't get any worse, a strong Spanish man had to help me get my suitcase off the carousel because it was to heavy for me to lift, NOT THAT I'M WEAK OR ANYTHING it was heavy...

It was hot in the Spanish airport and I almost got lost several times but luckily due to my amazing sense of direction I found my way to the doors. I was pretty proud of myself for making it this far, I could see the exit doors now! Just a few more steps down the giant flight of stairs and ... CRASH

yes, I was now lying flat on my stomach at the bottom of the stairs with a few dozen people staring me.

"Need some help lovi?" A thick Spanish accent came into earshot and I felt myself being helped up by tan, warm hands.

"Get off me bastard!" I yelled at Him.

"But lovi it's me!, Antonio!" I glared up at him

"I know it's you Antonio! Who else has a Spanish accent AND calls me that ridiculous nickname?!" By now the people were dispersing, some chuckling under their breath. How dare they laugh at me!

Antonio picked up my suitcase easily and took my hand in his and I, as always, immediately pulled my hand away. We walked to Antonio's car which, like him, hadn't changed a bit since the last time I saw him. He opened the passenger door for me and I yelled at him, I wasn't a fucking lady! He put my suitcase in the back and got in turning on the engine to start the thirty minute car ride to his house from the airport.

"So lovi, you've gotten taller since when I saw you last!" I cracked my knuckles and he flinched but continued smiling like an idiot.

"I should hope so, I'm 19 now and the last time you saw me I was only 15" Antonio laughed

"aww you were so cute back then!, and you still are lovi~" He took his eyes of the road for a moment to look at me.

"Shut up and eyes on the road bastard!" The entire car trip went on like this, Antonio asking a stupid question, me answering, him making a stupid comment, me yelling at him until eventually we arrived at his house.

~Antonio's POV~

I bounced excitedly on the stairs awaiting the arrival of Romano feeling a sense of pride as I remembered Germany had been the one that nominated me to take care of Romano.

"I'll be the mature one this time!" I laughed knowing that Romano would do anything to go undermining my authority during his stay. Catching sight of Romano in the crowd on the next flight of stairs down I ran down the stairs pushing past people in excitement.

"Pardon Pardon!" When I reached the bottom lovi was on the ground so i smiled and I held out a hand. "Need some help Lovi?" Secretly inside I was freaking out wondering if he was alright I was immediately yelled at with a

"Get off me bastard!" From him. Typical.

"But Lovi it's me! Antonio!" The people that had been watching started to disperse and after a load of insults I picked up Romano's heavy suitcase refusing to complain taking his hand which he pulled away quickly.

"Drat." I thought he's such a grump. I lugged his suitcase to the car putting it in the back noticing him staring at me opening the door for him. "Come on Lovi!" After an insult of "I'm not a fucking lady you bastard!" I managed to drive off with this grumly friend. Hoping to spark up a conversation i exclaimed "So Lovi, you've gotten taller since I last saw you!" He cracked his knuckles muttering

"I should hope so, I'm 19 now and last time you saw me I was only 15" I laughed and before I could stop myself the words had slipped out of my mouth

"awww you were so cute back then!, And you still are Lovi!" Clenching my hands on the steering wheel I bit my lip. No no no you messed it up now he's going to think- My thought process was stopped as he glared at the road with a quick

"Shut up and eyes on the road bastard!" For the rest of the car ride I asked Lovi about everything glancing at him often admiring his cute face. Oh my god why why why did I have to crush on Romano...