Lovino clicked the button on the remote. No. He clicked again. No way. He clicked again. Nope.

"Ugh!" he groaned, turning off the TV and flopping back on the couch. "How am I supposed to not be bored when there's nothing on TV?!" He took a glance at the stack of paperwork on his table; his boss had insisted that he read and sign everything…which was the most idiotic idea ever. He shook his head, opening up the fridge – Feliciano had brought him something from a restaurant, but he wasn't particularly hungry and didn't like to eat when he was bored. Out of ideas, he returned to the couch and pulled out his laptop, propping it up on his knees as he ran a Google search – "Things to do when you're bored" – he grimaced a little at the suggestion of 'your' instead of 'you're' that google offered, before browsing the results. A list of websites – GaiaOnline, IMVU, Runescape, Youtube (specifically, a playlist of monkeys riding tricycles)…and then, something he hadn't seen in quite some time; Omegle.

"People still go on there?" he scoffed, shaking his head and continuing to scroll down…before quietly scrolling back up. "B-better see what losers are on! It'll give me a good laugh!" he justified to himself, trying to retain at least some of his pride. Hitting the 'video' tab, he pressed the 'new chat' option…and shrieked when a man masturbating appeared on the screen.

"Y-You're fucking /small/! Get a life!" he shrieked, slamming his laptop shut. He exhaled loudly, leaning his head on his pillow. That had probably been a stupid idea, and he probably should have expected that sort of result. He opened his laptop again nervously, relieved to find that he had been disconnected. He switched to their 'text' option, sighing with relief as the black video box disappeared.

"You are now connected with a random stranger. Say hi!" the screen read cheerily. A stranger typed to him – 'Hello!'

'Hi,' he responded, already sinking into boredom. This really had been a horrible plan. He should just disconnect now…

'How are you, beautiful? ;)'

…well then. He sat up a bit, sighing. It could be fun to tell this one off. He quickly typed 'Fuck off,' before hitting enter again, smirking when the stranger didn't type back immediately.

Then, a response: 'Don't be mean! I just wanted to be kind and give you a compliment. I'm sure you're beautiful, even if I can't see you – everyone is! So how are you, beautiful?'

That was…weirdly poetic. But no, he thought, he wouldn't be swayed. 'Well I'm sure you're a huge douchebag, even if I can't see you – everyone is.' He thought for a moment, quickly adding, 'But I'm bored, to answer your question. How are you, creeper?' There. Still responsive, but not taking any shit.

The next one took a few moments: 'I was okay, but now I'm a little hurt! :( I'm sorry that you're bored. Am I not entertaining? I can tell you a joke!'

And now he felt bad. Shit. Sighing, he decided upon saying, 'Sure. What's the joke?'

'What kind of soda is spicy?'

'I don't know. What kind?'

'Dr. Pepper.'

He snorted loudly at that but, unwilling to admit defeat to this stranger, responded with, 'Not bad. Anything better, though?'

'Better? Give me a second, I have to come up with one! I'm not that smart, you know.'

He laughed a little. At least they were being honest. 'Yeah, take your time.'

A moment later, the stranger responded once more: 'Did you hear about the ghost that never took sides during an argument?'

Lovino rolled his eyes but said 'No.'

'He was super neutral. :)'

He laughed out loud, grinning at the screen and responding. 'Okay, that one was good.'

'Good! See, I'm not as bad as you thought!'

Lovino sighed. He had to admit, he had judged this stranger a little harshly at first. 'You're right. I guess you're okay.' He took a moment before adding something else, 'Why do you call everyone beautiful, though? It is sort of creepy on a website like this.'

'As I said before – everyone is beautiful, no matter what. We were not made to be perfect – we were made to be individual. That individuality, I think, is where our beauty comes from. If everyone looked exactly the same, would anyone really be beautiful?'

He smiled a little. 'I see what you mean. Someone with flaws would be considered beautiful in a situation like that. But, don't you think you come off a bit strong?'

'If I hadn't come off strong, we probably wouldn't still be talking. :)'

Okay. That was true. He sighed, thinking of how to respond. 'But what happens now? I'm not that interesting, so what are we going to talk about?'

'Are you always this analytical? Haha :) Where are you from?'

Lovino thought about answering that. There was probably a way for the stranger to track him, but not if he wasn't too specific. 'I'm from Italy.' There. Not generic, but not specific. Italy was pretty big, and he hadn't even said northern or southern.

'Oh, I love Italy! It's so beautiful, and the people are very friendly. I know many people visit Il Nord, but I find the Mezzogiorno to be a bit nicer, honestly. Have you been to the city of Catanzaro?'

Lovino blinked, surprised. It wasn't often that anyone knew that much about Italy's geography, let alone preferred his half. 'I have been there, yes. Did you get to see Catanzaro Bridge when you went?'

'I did! But mostly, I stayed around the coast. The people are delightful, aren't they?'

He smiled a little. 'Yes, they are.' This was…sort of nice. Talking about Italy with someone who actually appreciated it, instead of just talking about the tourist attractions. Conversing with this stranger for a while certainly couldn't hurt…

4AM…he had talked with this stranger until 4AM. He was sure it had been 8PM less than an hour ago, but…obviously not. The stranger was finishing up a story about a boat trip he'd taken once and, while it was funny, Lovino was growing tired…

'Are you still there?' the stranger had typed.

'I am.' He responded quickly. 'But I'm getting really tired.'

'I understand. It's been hours, hasn't it? If you want to go to sleep, I understand. I will too, I think.'

He yawned, shaking his head. He didn't want to let this stranger go just yet. It was weird, how open he felt with this person he'd never met…maybe that was why. It couldn't hurt to give out one of his old e-mail addresses, one he never used for anything with a fake name on it…

'It was really nice to talk to you.' He typed. 'Can I give you my e-mail address? We should talk again.'

'Are you sure? I don't want to be invasive! :)'

He smiled tiredly. 'It isn't invasive if I give it to you.' He quickly typed out his e-mail and hit send. 'That's it if you want to talk again. My name is Vado Andare.' That was the name he had on the e-mail. It was really stupid, but for anyone who didn't know Italian, it seemed legitimate.

'Haha! Is that really your name? How interesting! :) I'll send you an e-mail when I wake up, then.' The stranger posted an e-mail address in return. 'That one is mine. Goodnight, Vado!'

'Goodnight.'

And then he disconnected, feeling tired but content. It had been worth it to go on the website, even if it had started out a little strange. Maybe having someone to talk to could be fun – like a pen pal, almost. He sighed, shutting his laptop and putting it on the table beside the couch. There was no way he was getting up – he needed his rest, and he needed it now. He shut his eyes, smiling. When he woke up, maybe there would be a message from his new friend…

When Lovino awoke, he groaned. The couch, though comfortable, was directly in the sunlight during the morning, and sleeping on it wasn't usually the best idea. Still, when he glanced at the clock it was 11AM – so he'd gotten enough sleep. He sighed softly, sitting up and stretching. He glanced at his cell phone – a voicemail from Feliciano, probably just checking in. A text from Antonio, asking if he wanted to hang out today. A snapchat from Gilbert of his pet bird sleeping, with the caption, "VINO HE'S SLEEPING IN MY HAND OMG". And…an e-mail. He smiled – it was probably from the stranger he'd talked to last night. Now he'd be able to get his name, and they could talk more.

He opened up his e-mail app, quickly pressing the 'unread' option. He scrolled up until he found the newest e-mail at the top of the list…and paled. There was no way. There was no fucking way. This had to be some kind of joke. Some kind of horrible, cruel joke.

The name on the e-mail was 'Francis Bonnefoy'.

The subject was, 'Stranger from Omegle'.

He had been talking to France. To Francis Bonnefoy. The creepy pervert who he was pretty fucking sure he disliked. A lot. There was no way he could be a decent person, there was no fucking way this was happening, no, no, absolutely not.

Without a second thought, he called Antonio, his hands trembling.

"Hi Lovi~!" Antonio's voice rang through the phone loud and clear.

"We need to hang out right fucking now. It's an emergency," he said, his voice shaking.

"Are you okay, Lovi?" Antonio said, concern flooding his voice. "Are you hurt?"

"Just come over here!" he said angrily, hanging up the phone and laying back on the couch again. Antonio would know what to do. Everything was going to be fine, and he could act like this never even happened.

…so why did he almost feel guilty for freaking out?

(AN: I've returned with another story - this time, something a bit more lighthearted. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it despite the change of genre - and if you don't, no need to worry. I'll also do other stories - possibly one shots of singular characters, since I don't often see those done here.)