Lovino walked into his Math class. I hate math. I don't understand a word they say… he thought. He sat down in his spot, next to Ludwig. Ugh, why do I have to sit next to that potato sucker? Lovino sighed. "Oh mio dio..." He saw Ludwig look at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, Lovino, what's wrong? You look depressed." he said to Lovino.

Lovino shot him an angry glance. "Be quiet you! I have no intention of talking to you about my feelings!" he snarled.

Ludwig smiled. "Okay, never mind. I know nothing's wrong now." he chuckled.

Lovino couldn't help laughing a little. "Wow. Doesn't that make me feel happy inside." he snorted sarcastically.

Ludwig nodded. "Oh ja, it should." he said, also sarcastically.

The teacher walked in the room as the bell rang for class to start. "Alright students, let's begin." Lovino stopped paying attention because he noticed something. Why was the Macho Potato worried about my well-being? No, wait. How is he? I didn't know Germans could care. He chuckled at his own joke.

"LOVINO! I ask you a question; you ignore me; then laugh? Hall, NOW!" the teacher yelled.

Lovino jumped. "Huh? I heard my name." Lovino said. The teacher glared at him.

Ludwig nudged him. "Dummkopf! Why weren't you paying attention? You have to go in the hall and talk to the teacher!"

Lovino's eyes widened. "Oh merda." he whispered. He got up and followed the teacher into the hall.

Oh dio... I hope he doesn't- his thoughts were cut off by a smack across the face. Then the teacher smacked him again… and again… and again. Lovino didn't have time to scream in pain because he kept getting smacked. When the teacher finished, Lovino screeched in pain and started bawling. The teacher walked back into the room, shooting Lovino a cold glance.

Lovino crawled into the corner and continued to cry. Then he heard the door open and footsteps advancing toward him. "Nonononononooo! Not again! I promise I learned my lesson. Not another beating, PLEASE!" he pleaded.

"Shshsh. It's okay, it's just me." he heard someone say. Wait, Lovino knew that voice. L-Ludwig...? Why is he here? "W-what do you want, Hasselhof?" Lovino hissed.

Ludwig took Lovino's face in his hands and scrutinized it. "You have a cut, but it's not too bad. Hold on, I'll be right back." Lovino's face had turned red when Ludwig took it in his hands.

W-what is he doing? Lovino pondered

Ludwig got back with a portable first aid kit. "Okay Lovino. Hold still." Then Ludwig started to clean and patch up the cut. "Okay. Done." he said when he finished.

"Thanks..." Lovino whispered.

"Sie sindherzlich willkommen. " Ludwig replied.

Lovino glared. "In a language I can understand. Sorry, but I don't speak 'potato sucker'." he hissed.

Ludwig narrowed his eyes playfully. "Fine, Siete i benvenuti."

Lovino held his glare. "Ha-ha, very funny, jerk wad." he said, coldly sarcastic. Ludwig replied with a smile.

~At Lovino's house that night~

Lovino walked into his room and took out his journal and began to write.

Journal,

Today, I got smacked up pretty bad. The stupid teacher should know by now I don't pay attention in Math. Anyway, after he was done trying to beat me to death, the potato sucker came out and scared the crap outta me. Then he innocently took my face in his hand and he examined me, well my face. Then he told me to wait there. –Like I was gunna go anywhere…- When he came back, he had a first aid kit. Then he took care of the cut I got. Alright, I have a confession. I think this guy's hot. NO I DID NOT JUST SAY LUDWIG BEILLSCHMIDT, THE MACHO POTATO, WAS HOT! Nonononononooo! I-I'm scared of myself now… oh dio… I hope no one-

Just then, Feliciano burst into the door. "Ve, Oh Fratello~!" he heard his brother sing. "Wha?" Lovino yelped.

"Oh, whoops. Sorry Fratello. I didn't know you were writing. I know how you don't like it when I'm in the room when you're writing, but…you'll have to stop."

Lovino blew up. "WHAT THE******************************************PASTA LOVING*******CRAZy**********************SHOOTING*******************************JERK WAD!"

Feliciano stood there."Uh…s-someone's h-here t-to see you…"

Lovino stomped out of the room. "WHO IN THE NAME OF GOD WANTS TO-! " He stopped as he saw Ludwig standing in the doorway.

"Uh…G-Guten Tag…um…" Ludwig greeted.

Lovino's face appeared emotionless. Appeared. Inside, he was very happy to see him. "I guess you heard my, uh, conversation with Felicidumbo."

Ludwig chuckled. "That. Was. A. CONVERSATION? It sounded more like a one-person argument with Feliciano there watching!"

Lovino laughed. "Yeah, I guess it was."

Lovino look at Ludwig. "So why are you here?"

Ludwig looked at him and smiled. "Ooh, cold." he sneered. Lovino returned the sneer, "I can make it colder, if you'd like." He walked closer.

Ludwig smiled darkly. "Ha! Oh, you'd just love for me to agree to that, huh?" Ludwig said, his tone coaxing Lovino to come closer.

"Sì, i would." he replied, slowly getting closer. When he was just a small space from Ludwig, he stopped, face instantly turning tomato red. Ludwig tilted his head down to look at Lovino. W-why are we so close? Oh wait; I was the idiota who walked this close to him. Ritardare! Lovino thought. "Uhm..." Lovino cleared his throat.

Ludwig took Lovino's face in his hands again.

"H-hey! Wha-what are you d-doing?" Lovino managed to stutter out.

Ludwig's face turned red. "Um…nothing. Nothing at all…I'M NOT TAKING YOUR FACE TO GET A GOOD LOOK AT IT 'CAUSE IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER! SHUT UP!" Ludwig said, defensively.

Lovino blushed. "Y-you think I'm c-cute?"

Ludwig's face deepened its shade of red. "No! Maybe…ja…" he murmured.

Lovino widened his eyes and his face turned a brighter red. "Uh…well, I-I…if I said I thought you were hot, what would you do?" Lovino stuttered. Ludwig eyed Lovino. "HYPOTHETICALLY!" Lovino snarled.

Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh. I don't know what I'd do. Probably blush, turn away and ask if you meant it… wow, that didn't sound that pathetic in my head…" he added.

Lovino snorted in amusement, "Wow. That did sound pathetic. A-anyway…" he muttered.

Ludwig had a confused look on his face. "Lovi?"

Lovino shot him an intense glare. "DO NOT CALL ME THAT! IT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS NAME EVER! I NEVER WANT YOU TO CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" he thundered.

"Alright, alright! Lovino?" Ludwig replied. Lovino snarled, "What, scatto?"

Ludwig face turned serious. "I-I, uh…" he blushed.

Then his phone rang. "Hey bruder! Where in the heck are you? Why aren't you home? I need you here!" Lovino heard over the phone. Wow. His brother talks really loud over the phone

"Thank gott…" Ludwig whispered, inaudible to Lovino.

"What?" his brother asked.

"Nothing, Gilbert, nothing. Anyway, what do you want?"

"It's not what I want, it's what need." Gilbert told him.

"Fine, what do you need?" Ludwig sighed.

"I need help with my history…" he pleaded.

"Alright, I'll be right there." he muttered.

"Awesome! No, wait. I'm awesome. This is just cool. See ya in a bit." Gilbert said.

Ludwig grunted in reply, and then hung up. "Got to go." Then he left. Lovino rolled his eyes, went back into his room.

A/N: Ohhaider! This is my first story so yeah...

Anyway, if you want to know what the the stuff that's not English means... Use Google translate...

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