The sun shined bright through the window, giving the dark bedroom light. The grumpy Italian stirred in his sleep, hiding from the dreaded light by covering his face. He opened his eyes, and shifted, giving a good glare at the clock. 7:30 A.M. . To early. He groaned, and sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and stretching till his elbows popped. As if on cue, his younger brother opened the door, and popped his head in, "Lovino," the small redhead said with his high, Italian accent, "breakfast is ready!"

Lovino nodded, waving the boy away. He rubbed the back of his neck, and sighed. It really was to early. He stood up, and yawned loudly, scratching his Italian picked up a forgotten shirt on the floor, and slipped it on. Knowing Feliciano, his brother, he had invited his usual friends over, and Lovino did not want to go down there and face them with only his boxers. Kiku, and Ludwig. Lovino shivered as he thought of the muscled German. How he hated his guts.

"Good morning, sleepy-head," Antonio, Lovinos boyfriend, said happily as he saw Lovino walk down the stairs to the kitchen. Everyone looked in Lovinos direction as the Spaniard took a sip of his coffee.

"Hnn..." Lovino hummed in response, waving at his lazily.

"Good morning, Mr. Vargas," Kiku, Feliciano's Japanese friend, bowed in respect.

"You don't have to be so formal around me, Kiku," Lovino poured a cup of coffee for himself, "I'm fine with you just calling me Lovino,"

Kiku gave him a look, as if he was uncomfortable calling him that, as Feliciano bursted out, "Ve~! Today's the first day of school, Kiku! Luddy!"

Ludwig rolled his eyes, "You must behave, Feli. Look at that, you've got egg on your face," he leaned forward, and wiped a napkin gentlely on the younger males face, "don't make such a mess. Honestly..."

Feliciano shuffled a little in his seat, blushing a light pink at the movement between him and the German. He smiled at the act of kindness. Lovino rolled his eyes, and gagged a little, making Antonio laugh and Kiku smile.

Suddenly, a loud laugh like cackle was heard, and came into the kitchen, "Ay, West! Stop trin' to get in Feli-cakes pants!" he slapped Ludwig on the back, and laughed again, "You don't have to try to hard, either!"

Ludwig's face grew hot, and red, "N-No!" he shouted, scaring the life out of Feliciano. Antonio laughed with his albino friend. Lovino chuckled slightly, before going back to his coffee.

"Ve~," they all heard Feliciano say, "I don't get it," the clueless Italian put a finger on his chin, as if he was thinking, "what does 'get in my pants' mean? Is it a German thing? I don't think we can both fit in my pants, Gilbert."

The blonde German stood up, taking Kiku and Felicianoby the arm, and pulling them towards the door, "N-Nien. Come on, it's time for school," he said, pulling them out the backdoor that was in the kitchen.

"M-My juice!" Kiku shouted, reaching dramatically for his lonely half empty cup of juice. Feliciano said his goodbyes, and clung onto Ludwig.

Antonio laughed softly, "Ah, to be young again,"

Lovino looked at the albino, "What the Hell are you doing here, idiot?"

Gilbert smirked, and playfully, overly acted like he had just been hurt, "Oh, how cruel. I just had to drive my little brother here. I thought I'd just pop in and say hi."

Antonio waved, "Hola!"

Lovino sat his coffee down, and rubbed his eyes again, "Caio. There. Now, get out of here, Bastard."

"Lovi," Antonio stood up, and walked over to the shorter Italian. The Spaniard gave a begging, puppy dog face, "can't Gil come with us to the bar tonight? It'll be twice the fun!" Gilbert nodded, and his smirk grew.

"Well, two times zero is still zero, so I don't see how it'll be fun," Lovino looked from him, to Gilbert, then back to Antonio. Gilbert and Lovino weren't exactly 'friends'. They would exchange hellos now and then, but never really sat and had a conversation. Gilbert seems like an okay guy. He was almost like Lovino,but with less swears, and less angry. Other then that, they were alike. Personality wise, that is.

Gilbert is albino. Pure white hair, red eyes, and pale skin to top it all off. He was tall, but not freakishly. Unlike his brother. Gilbert had straight, choppy hair that always looks like he just had sex. He's always wearing short-sleeved shirts, and baggy pants. A dog tag around his neck that hung low with a Prussian slag design. He had a thick, German accent, much like Ludwig.

Antonio was also not like Gilbert. The Spaniard had brown hair, and green eyes. His hair was curly, and his skin had a nice, dark tan. He was also tall, taller than Gilbert. But, by just a little. Instead of a German voice, he had a Spanish accent that would make anyone swoon. Antonio was also Lovinos childhood friend, now boyfriend at the moment.

Lovino was the shortest one of the bunch. He had dark, reddish-brown hair, a small frame(unlike Gilbert and Antonio, who both packed muscles.), but he could still pack a punch. His eyes were a pretty, dark brown color. Lovino liked to say he was the only normal looking one. The only thing that stopped him from doing so, was his single curl that stuck out of his right side. He never let anyone touch that curl. If someone did, all Hell would break 's alright warned Antonio about it, and he will warn Gilbert if he tries, or God forbid, does, touch it. The damned curl ran in the family, Feliciano and his grandfather have it.

Lovino was so into his thoughts, he didn't hear Antonio and Gilbert say anything. It was among the lines of 'bar' and 'tonight' ... oh, right. He remembered now, "I guess it's alright if the potato bastard comes along." Though, I wish it would have been just Antonio and me. Lovino crossed his arms.

Antonio smiled, and hugged the shorter male, "Thank you, Lovi~!" Lovino slowly, awkwardly, hugged back.

Yes. After this time and years of dating, Lovino was still awkward and shy around physical touch. Including hugs. It was silly, but he didn't feel right, getting touched by Antonio in any way. Lovino had the feeling that Antonio didn't like being pushed away, but he didn't care. He didn't like Antonio's arms around him. He didn't like anyones arms around him. But, Lovino just grins, or frowns, and bares it. It normally only lasted a couple of seconds, anyway.

"So," Antonio let go of Lovino, who sighed in relief, "we'll go tonight. It'll be so much fun!"

Gilbert laughed, "I'll hit on so many women!"

Lovino rolled his eyes. Antonio pouted, "Gilbert, you won't do able to find a good lady if you keep flirting with everyone you meet. You even flirted with Lovi when you first met!"

It was true. When they first met, Gilbert tried to pull 'the moves' on him. He'd go from buying him a drink, to offering to take him home. It went on for a while, until Lovino and Antonio started dating. Then, he just stopped. Lovino guessed it was out of respect, but then he remembers that Gilbert has no respect.

"I'm not looking to date any women, I'm all about one-night-stands!" Gilbert leaned back in his chair that Lovino didn't even see him sit in in the first place, "besides," he started again, "I just got out of a relationship, remember?"

Gilbert was dating a young man named Matthew. They were dating for a long time, and many people thought they'd make it. But, one day, Matthew broke up with him because he found somebody else that was nicer to people. They really did have feelings, strong feelings, for each other, so Lovino doesn't understand why he would break up with him all of a sudden. When he first met the Canadian, he could tell he had a crush on Gilbert. Anyway, when they broke up, Gilbert was so upset he didn't want to talk to anyone for a while. It was a blessing when he finally came out of the house. Nobody ever saw Matthew since then.

"Oh, right," Antonio gave a sorry look, "sorry, Gil. I didn't mean to-"

Gilbert glared, and put up a hand, "Whatever, man. It's fine."

Lovino rolled his eyes, for the third time that morning. Then, something struck him, "Antonio, what are you doing here anyway?"

Said Spaniard thought for a moment, as if he had forgotten himself, "I came to see Feli to school. He's first year in high school. Ah~ it feels like just yesterday you graduated, Lovi."

Lovino has been a year out of school. Antonio, and Gilbert have been four years out. Yes, they were three years older. But, they treat him like he was their age. Though Lovino was more mature than them at times.

"Remember when Lovino blew up at Alfred in front of a teacher?"

"Or when Lovi had that science project?"

"Now, that was funny!"

Lovino has got to tune in more often. They were talking about his school days, again, "Bastards! If you don't mind, I'd like to forget about that!"

Gilbert and Antonio laughed at Lovino, who began walking up the stairs. He declared with a shout that he'll be taking a shower, and disappeared. Antonio looked at Gilbert, a serious look on his face, "So, about Lovi-"

"Don't even dare asking me if I'm still interested in that squirt," Gilbert crossed his arms.

"No, no. I know you're over him," Lies, "I want to... um..."

"Get on with it, Toni," Gilbert tapped his fingers on his arm. He really didn't like talking about Lovino with Antonio. He always talks about his dates with him, or how Lovino was so adorable. Gilbert knew he was, he didn't need Antonio declaring it. Hell, if it wasn't for the Prussian, they would have never dated.

"Right, right," Antonio reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small black box, "I want to give him this."

The German reached for it, and opened it, "... for fucks sake..." he whispered under his breath, "you don't mean-"

It was Antonios turn to interrupt, "I do. I want to ask him to marry me."

Gilbert felt his heart-break. He knew Lovino would say yes, and then he'd never be with the Italian. Gilbert didn't say anything. He lost his chance... or, did he?