A/N: Well, that was a long wait for inspiration to smack me in the face, and just after year end exams too, how convenient :D. This is a random plot that popped up in my brain when my English teacher gave us a composition practice. Nice prompt gave birth to fanfic :'D~

I apologise for any mistakes in the Italian/Spanish /uses translator/ and some Italian by memory from some unknown source...

Vargas, Lovino Vargas.

Sì. That is my name.

I am in Year Three of my school and,

I hate my life.

Everyone taught me, however, life is precious and I have to live it, whether I like it or not. Madre and Padre have left us alone in this world and three of us now have Nonno to take care of us. There was little Marcello, aged three, Feliciano, aged six and there was me, aged nine. Apparently, the younger two of the Vargas family were better at everything. Marcello supposedly learned faster in kindergarten than I ever had. Feliciano was better in art. My drawings were nothing compared to his. Nonno was always able to praise them in whatever they did. He also spent most of his bonding time with them. He always seemed to ignore me. I understood that sometimes, ignoring me meant that he was watching Marcello but I never understood why he did not treat me like Feliciano.

Other than Nonno, his friends, our parent's friends and even my schoolmates fuss over my brothers. When Feliciano started going to primary school with me, people started talking to me more, the only reason was that they were only trying to get close to that imbecile of a brother who could not even tie his own shoelaces. Even without knowing new friends through me, Feliciano already had many of them.

Nonno had a friend whose grandson was also studying in our school. His name was Ludwig and he was in Year Two. He had always given me bad vibes since we met each other. Nonno's friend brought him over with him when Feliciano was in kindergarten. Maybe he had inherited those vibes from his grandfather. They only became worse when he met Feliciano in the primary school and the little traitor decided to be friends with the blond. Even though I was a little happy when Ludwig did not try to get close to me to be friends with Feliciano, I still hated the fact that Feliciano had to be friends with him, especially when his brother was an idiot and not to mention a delinquent.

Even if I was jealous of Feliciano (did I just admit that?!) he still is my fratellino and I will protect him no matter what. Feliciano had also found himself an Asian student from Japan as a friend. His name was Kiku if I am not mistaken. Being in the same class as my fratellino I thought that he would protect my brother for me, so I did not bother him much. Anyway, he was really quiet, I wonder if he was any threat to begin with.

Majority of the student population is made up of Italy's locals but there were the occasional foreign students such as Kiku and others I have seen before but never talked to. Having a strong sense of national pride, I could not help but wonder why we needed international students in our school. However, In the middle of the year, a new student enrolled in our class. He was a year older than most of us but it was just because he started school late, or so he said when he introduced himself. The new student was Spanish and his name is Antonio Fernendez Carriedo. I wondered why the teachers called him "Mr Fernandez" instead of "Mr Carriedo" like they call me "Mr Vargas". I think it is a Spanish thing, or something.

Unluckily for me, I was assigned as the Spaniard's buddy and I had to take care of him for the first few weeks in our school. My problems with him had only just begun...

"Lovi~!"

"Lovi Lovi~~!"

I sighed. There is goes again.

"…"

"Aww.. Don't ignore me~"

"Fine, What do you want?!" I snapped at that annoying "buddy". God knows how much I have tried to refrain from using colourful vocabulary (which I learned from an angered Nonno) on him.

"I have a proper name, dannazione, I'm called Lovino, LO-VI-NO! Io sono Lovino Vargas!" I continued, slight anger framed my voice as my face turned red from embarrassment of his stupid nickname for me.

"So mean~" the stupid tomato head remarked before patting my head. Lord forbids he touches that weird curly stand of hair on my head that refuses to stay flat. I started to squirm after he patted my head. He didn'thave to do that dammit.

"Anyway, you know the project that we have to do for señor Kirkland's class?" Antonio asked sheepishly. Don't tell me he already forgot what we had to do.

I nodded nonetheless, "Yeah, what about it? You forgot what to do or something?"

"… Can you help me with it?"

That was the first time I have seen that idiot notsmile. But seriously, this project was so simple, even total slacker could do it at the last minute and still hand it in on time.

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled suddenly, "It's as simple as eating… uh… whatever you Spaniards eat! Why do you even need my help for?" Oh God, he fidgeted. The cheery, ever confident, carefree Spaniard actually fidgeted.

"U-Uh…"

Oh crap, he's stammering…

"C-can I go to your house?" he blurted out suddenly, his smile awkwardly "gracing" his features again.

It took all my willpower not to strangle him or at least punch him or something, but I just simply refused. Then, he started pleading.

"Pleaseee~ Com'on Lovi, just once~ I want to see how your house looks like and where you live and the places that we will pass. Italy is really pretty, let me go por favor~" he started rambling on and on about wanting to see my stupid house. In the end, I agreed, sick of his pathetic pleading that went on for at least an hour.

I resented my decision right away; he was totally going to forget about the project excuse as soon as he sees the younger ones. I have a feeling that he's going to be another one of those people that will throw me into a corner and ignore me in my own house...

A/N: Some translations-

Sì(Italian): Yes

Madre(Italian): Mother

Padre(Italian): Father

Nonno(Italian): Grandfather

Fratellino(Italian): Younger brother

Dannazione(Italian): dammit

Io sono Lovino Vargas(Italian): I am Lovino Vargas

Señor(Spanish): Mr.

Por Favor(Spanish): Please

If there is anything wrong, please feel free to correct me :D~