"Lovino, Lovino, I'm really bored, mi amigo..." The (always) angry Italian turned around. "I don't care, Senior Stupido." The Spaniard frowned. "Oh, well, I was gonna offer a movie, y'know for celebration."

Lovino raised an eyebrow. "Celebration?" He sighed angrily. "For what, Senior Stupido? For the day you figured out you were a true ritardare?" Antonio sighed. "No, for the day you moved out and became a man! And it's also a few days before my birthday."

The Italian rolled his eyes. "Have fun with that." The Spaniard grinned. "So you're coming? I'm not gonna leave you alone until you say yes! And if you blow me off, then I swear I'll kill you~!" Antonio grinned and awaited an answer.

"Y-you'll kill me?" Coward mode stepped in on Lovino. "Uh, y-yeah! I'll go and I promise I won't lie! I swear I will!" Antonio smiled and skipped off.

Lovino's Point-of-View

L'uomo, pensionato stupido è abbastanza spaventoso! For the idiots who don't know how to speak Italian, I said that Senior Stupid is pretty scary! Yeah, I said scary, what of it? I'm still brave! I don't scare easy. So shut up about it and don't spread gossip, or I'll kill you!

Now, you idiots probably are wondering what he meant by (insert Antonio impersonation voice here) moved out and became a man. He was my boss, though I refused to listen and he really wanted to be the boss of my obedient brother, and I usually ruined the things that he told me to clean. I'm not a total girl like my brother, I don't clean up! But anyways, I was finally independent, so I moved out of his piece-of-crap house and moved into one of my own and successfully became a man.

He thinks that's something to celebrate. Every year of my life. And he always says that I'm his amigo, when, I really hate him. I can't say I hate him, I just don't like him. He's too laid-back, he's too care-free, and he's too - now stick with me on this one - he's just way too nice. And I mean, way too nice. I broke the vase that Elizivetta made him, and he said you're a child; children break things all the time. And also, she can make pottery for her life. Don't tell her I said that. Please don't tell him I said that out loud to you people, okay? He'll kill me.

Hold on, I think I remember that day, when I left.

"You're all grown up," The stupido Spaniard grinned foolishly at me. He's so stupid. I'm really gonna miss him. I'll visit him, though. It's what Grandpa would want, right? But anyways, I need to go. "Be good, don't get girls pregnant, be a good boy."

I smiled at his insolence. "I'm gonna miss you, Senior Stupido." He grinned back at me. I saw him glance at my bags. They were small. He also pulled me in for an embrace. It's our last one for a long time; he should at least get this one. I mean, I'm leaving, it's rude not to!

I sighed and admitted, "So che non mi capisco, ma ... Mi mancherai tu, idiota." What I had said was, "I know you don't understand me, but… I'm gonna miss you, idiot." I bet he understood. Man, I aimed for him to be confused. Oh well…

His only response was, "Te voy a echar de menos, chico." He chuckled and let go of me. For the first time ever, I pulled him back for another hug. And I was holding on, too.

I stopped myself and ran out of the house with my bags. In my mind I was screaming, he's like your annoying step-father! You know you don't hate him!