Hi. I kind of have been inspired to write a new story lately. Sorry anyone who wants an update for the story I already have out, I will be updating soon! Hopefully ;w;

This story is rated "m" just in case, but there will be a chapter rating in each story, just in case. /shrug.

Rated T: Mainly for swearing.

Staring at himself in a mirror, was a man. He was in his early twenties, with dark chestnut hair, and bright hazel eyes. He was known as Lovino Vargas, and currently, was in a rush to get ready. Earlier today (twenty minutes ago to be exact) his pushy Spanish friend came barging in to ruin the Italian's one day to himself, proclaiming for the other to get dressed up and ready. The Italian threw out a few curses telling the Spaniard to calm down, that he would be ready 'soon.' Apparently not fast enough for the man waiting downstairs.

Today was actually a special day. Today, Lovino was turning 23. He strictly told Antonio not to make a big fuss about it, but apparently that was next to impossible. At least it wasn't as bad as when the two were once living together as room mates during school. When ever it was this time of year, Antonio would have literally ripped the blankets off from Lovino and invited tons of friends over to drink and party. The Spaniard now respected the Italian's wishes of less people, and now just hauled him off to little get-togethers.

"Make sure to dress nice!" Lovino heard Antonio yell from downstairs.

"I don't see the point in getting dressed fancy if we're just going to a shitty resturaunt with my little brother." The Italian replied. He was still trying to decide on what to wear. No matter how much he denied it, he loved to get all dressed up.

"Do you need help up there~?" Antonio cooed, and Lovino could hear him starting to come upstairs.

"No! Stay down there, and don't you dare try to come into my room. I'm practically naked, bastard."

"I don't care, Lovi. We have a strict schedule! You can't be late~"

"I didn't even agree to this! At least tell me where we're going." The Spaniard got on his nerves sometimes, and he could hear the footsteps getting closer. Fuck it. Lovino grabbed a pair of dark wash jeans, along with a red dress shirt and black vest, trying to put them on as fast as he could.

"It's a surprise~" Antonio hummed, as he opened the door without concideration for the other. The Spaniard smiled, walking forwards to help Lovino do the buttons of his shirt up, recieving an angry glare from the younger man.

"I'm not a child, 'Toni. I can do it myself."

"I know... Hehe." Antonio smiled, as his eyes softened to brush out any of the wrinkles in the others clothes, then fixed Lovino's hair until it was right, only to get swatted and shoved away.

"What the hell is with that look, pervert?"

"What look~?" The Spaniard chuckled, his grin growing.

"That one! You're smirking. What are you thinking about?"

"Oh nothing..~ You just look good tonight, Lovi." Antonio hummed, before he put an arm behind his back and held his hand out to the other. "Shall we..~?" He asked.

"Hmph.." Lovino's cheeks were a bit red at the comment, and he had to admire what his best friend was wearing. He was wearing black dress pants, and a white button up shirt that was snug against Antonio's body. "I'm not taking your hand, let's just go." Grumbling, Lovino made his way to the door as he walked right past Antonio. He left the Spaniard to have to catch up. The Italian was a little bit anxious to see what was planned for him. All day long, no one has said a word to him. He hasn't gotten a text, a call, or an e-mail. Not even from his brother. He wasn't used to not hearing from the younger sibling. It was almost routine early in the morning, the smaller boy would wake up the grumpy sibling by calling, knocking on the door, or when he used to live with his father and brother, come in and annoy him awake. Today, nothing. Had it not been for his alarm clock Lovino could have slept the whole day away, since his birthday happened to land on a Sunday and he didn't have any work. He loved his little brother, but he could be annoying sometimes. It made him wonder what Antonio had planned, which was making him nervous.

"Don't dare try to use the shit excuse 'this is a secret, I can't tell you' and put on a smile, but what the fuck is going on Antonio?" Lovino almost growled, clenching his own fists as he held them pressed against his sides. He was never exactly a 'social butterfly', like his brother, or Antonio, or even the French pervert, Francis. He was socially awkward, and big crowds made him a bit anxious. Not like he had a fear of being around people, he was just never good with talking to anyone as people would instantly pin him as some jerk. So he's never put in the effort to try. It probably didn't help being raised by a father who favoured his brother, but that was maybe where his personality flaw came from. Or so he would like to believe.

"I'll tell you once we get there." Antonio assured, and they were now walking over to Antonio's car as the Spaniard try to shove Lovino in. "Just make me a promise, okay?" The serious tone in the Spaniard's voice only made Lovino roll his eyes as he got into the passengers side of the car.

"No promises."

"Please Lovi~?" Antonio was now leaning on the side of the car where the window was rolled down (obviously Antonio figured he'd just go in, get Lovino, and drive away within minutes) as he leaned into the window.

"Just get in the damn drivers seat, you're getting too close, jack ass." Lovino grumbled, as he shoved the Spaniard's face away. "I don't even know what I'm promising!"

"I just want to make sure you wont get angry~ Promise me you wont freak out?"

"Why the hell would I freak out? I might get pissed at you, yes, but not freak out. Who do you take me for, my brother?" Lovino wasn't trying to sound cruel, or demeaning, if you could classify it as that, but he was growing tired of the Spaniard beating around the bush! It was irritating and grinding on his nerves, because he was clueless. For all he knew, strippers could be waiting for him. Maybe Antonio found his asshole of a father and invited him to Lovino's get together, anything.

"Mmm.. I can't tell you..! I promised I wouldn't." Antonio looked completely silly right now. The Spaniard was chewing on his lips, and shifting from one foot to the other. It was pretty obvious it was hard for the other not to come clean to Lovino, but it also made the Italian realize maybe what ever Antonio did, was important. It kind of brought a tiny smile to Lovino's lips as he watched his friend practically doing a silly dance, not to blurt out an apparently important secret.

"Mm.. Fine. But, you're buying me lunch next time we have a chance to eat out." Lovino said, as he closed his eyes. He could hear Antonio chuckling and promising that he would, and then a minute later the sound of the other car door opening and closing. "So where are we going anyways?"

"It's not far. Don't worry Lovino."

"I didn't ask that, dammit." More chuckling from Antonio. "Come on, bastard! You can at least say where we're going!" Lovino couldn't help but make an un satisfied pout, turning away from Antonio and glaring out the window.

"Okay, okay. It's no where you have to worry-"

"Antonio... " Lovino groaned.

"Heh heh... We're going to be going to Francis's house.. Don't tell anyone I told you though...~" This made Lovino sit up fully, as he turned to Antonio.

"Why the hell would we be going there?" Francis's house was huge. Seriously huge. Lovino considered it a mansion compared to his own small home. The decorating was tacky compared to his own, though. So he wasn't jealous, per say. All he knew was that Francis, being the self proclaimed 'highly wanted AND eligable bachelor', generally hosted a lot of parties in his glorious home. It wasn't like those tiny 'let's grab a few friends and a cake with some beer' kind of thing either. No. Francis always moves all of the furniture around so there's more room for his guests, goes all out buying party drinks, cups (plastic, re useable ones. He's not stupid enough to use his good glasses), and he makes all of the food himself. He makes it so that he has the right music to set the 'mood', and invites practically the whole city! How would Lovino know this? Francis has been his friend for a long time, although they didn't spend a lot of time together. The Frenchie just usually called him and Antonio to set up his silly events, and says he can stay if he wanted. One time, Lovino did stay. Worst choice of his life. Though, it seemed Francis kicked people out once they got 'too drunk', or started spiking the punch. Though, knowing this, made Lovino a little weary of why Antonio decided to take him here.

"Ahh.. I can already see the worry on your face... It's nothing big, I swear!" Antonio was glancing over to Lovino from the corner of his eye, and when the Italian noticed this, he simply shoved the others face away.

"Watch the damn street! You could get us killed."

"Hehe, you're over reacting~"

"Say that to me again once we run a red light."

"Really Lovi... You're silly sometimes." Antonio mused.

It was quiet for the next couple of minutes, until Antonio decided to turn on the radio. Francis lived a good 30 minutes away by car, and it was a bother to drive out sometimes. Lovino couldn't help himself, but the only time he would speak up was to ask things like 'how many people are going to be there?', just to have Antonio shake his head and hum 'it's a surprise~' Yeah. He was going to get surprised alright.