AN: Please note that I am British, and as such, I say 'colour', not 'color', and don't get me started on the whole Jelly/Jam thing -_- If there's anything else you can't understand, PM me XD
"The best part I believe is a lie" - Fall Out Boy - Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued (Originally titled I Liked You Better When You Weren't A Myspace Whore) –
へタリア
Lovino Vargas awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He grumbled, rolling over, but misjudging the roll, leaving him face-down on the floor. The Italian grumbled again, picking himself up off of the wooden floor and smashing a fist down onto the stupid clock. He pulled on a plain white shirt, and black trousers before rushing down the stairs, tying his stupid black green striped tie. Seeing that his fratello was already awake, making cereal for himself, he walked over. As soon as his fratellino saw him he smiled, chirping an overly happy and awake 'good morning'. He just pushed it off, making his way into the kitchen to make some toast. He stuck the bread in the toaster, grabbing a jar of jam and a tub of butter before waiting for the stupid toast to finish. He looked out of the window, glaring at the stupid sun. Why did it have to be so bright, so stupid, so-
"-no? Ve~ Fratello, are you sure you're listening to me?" Lovino jumped slightly, putting.. no, forcing the tiniest of smiles onto his face before swivelling his head around to look at his little brother. He forced out a quick 'sorry'.
"Say it again, Feliciano.." He murmured, bringing a smile onto the younger's face.
"Ve~ I wanted to tell you that me and Luddy are dating!" He smiled brightly.
"Wh-what!? That German potato bastard i-" He saw that Feliciano was beginning to tear up. Lovino sighed, knowing he was defeated by the damned puppy eyes of his brother's. "Fine, dammit. Date the bastard for all I care!" He huffed in annoyance. He was suddenly tackled by his brother, whom was squealing 'Grazie fratello!'.
"Now I can help you with Antonio!" He smiled happily, still hugging his brother. Said brother's face went crimson, huffing.
"I don't need 'help' with the tomato-loving bastard!" He glared, pushing his fratellino off of him.
"Ve~ Are you two already dating then? I've heard nothing from Elizave-"
"W-what do you mean!? I hate him, why do you think otherwise!?" He glared, grabbing the pieces of toast without buttering them and walking out of the kitchen, where he grabbed a dark green blazer and his black Nike rucksack before storming out of the front door.
-up..
Lovino looked around him, not finding where the sound was coming from.
-lease
"What the fuck?" He murmured, looking back at the house, but he saw nobody.
-mano
He decided that he must've left his iPod on, reaching into his bag and blindly flicking the switch to turn it off, only to find that when he did so, the music started playing - Dirty Little Secret, by The All-American Rejects, by the way – indicating that the iPod had never been on in the first place. He dismissed it as being tired, walking up the road until the bus stop was in sight, glad that there was no one waiting there. He tilted his head, wondering for a second why the Tomato Bastard – Antonio Carriedo – wasn't there as he usually was. It would've been for longer if he hadn't both mentally and physically slapped himself to stop thinking of the stupid bastard, face slightly tinted just from thinking of him.
"Aww~ Why are you slapping yourself, mi tomatito~?" He heard from behind him as a pair of arms engulfed him from behind, wrapping them tightly around his stomach to the point where he was nearly unable to breathe. He was about to complain when he felt something snuggle into his neck, making him freeze. His face was red. He was sure of it. And the moans of 'Lovi~' weren't helping either.
"Ge-Get off of me d-dammit!" He yelped, waiting for Antonio to let go before he hid his red face.
"Awww~ But mi Loviiiiiiii~"
"Che parle! Do you want to walk with me or not, dammit!?"
"Of course I want to walk with mi tomatito!" The Spaniard sung, trying to hug the shorter again.
"I'm NOT a fucking tomato!"
Roma-
He looked around out of habit.
P-please..
It was only then that Lovino realised something - The voice sounded awfully like the Spanish bastard.
Note also that in the UK, classes are different from the American ones.. and we have stupidly-expensive uniforms. And ties.. and blazers... and stuff.
This is a Prologue.. so it's reaaaaally short XD I'll try my best to write a longer chapter. I had to end that there to not spoil too much yet~ Continuing after I finish that PruCan lemon *crai* I hope I can get through it.. D: