A/N: I probably shouldn't be writing this 'cause frankly I should finish one story before starting another but all in good time, right? Right.
But this is just a one-shot inspiration hit while niece-sitting, drinking chocolate milk, listening to Dirty Diana, and other various MJ songs. But mainly that one. Although I'm not sure how any of these effected the outcome of this story, so...yeah. Enjoy!
Lars - Netherlands
Homeroom was a stupid class, and a perfect waste of time. At least that's what Lovino thought, all you did was listen to announcements, take attendance and say the pledge. Then you'd have to wait, the only productive thing you do is watch the clock knowing you could be doing something else. Completely stupid! All he could do now was wait until his name was called. He sighed leaning heavily against his desk letting his cheek rest against his fist, scowling at Sadik for even looking at him. Mask-wearing freak of nature. Then, letting his gaze set on the names of persons being called.
"Gilbert?"
"Kessesse"
"Ivan?"
"Da"
"Francis?"
"Onhonhonhon"
"Antonio?...Antonio?...Is Antonio here today?"
"No" answered Lovino, he knew he didn't have to answer but he always did feel Antonio was his responsibility.
"Then where is he?"
Lovino snorted "The hell should I know" he wasn't his mother.
"Mind your language Lovino-"
"He'll be here. He has to, bastard owes me two dollars"
"Lars, shut up no one cares about you or Toni's drama"
"How about you both belt up-"
"No one asked you Kirkland-"
That's how it started, that's how it always started. That's how Lovino's day always started. The room bursting alive with insults and racial slurs, only for the noise to be escalated by insult thrown by Gilbert at Elizabeta. Letting his gaze wander, he let his sight set on Alfred. Alfred sat diagonal from him in the next row of desk, three seats from the front, one seat from the back. While Lovino sat in the last seat of his row.
With Alfred's head turned Lovino could see the curl or the hair at the end of his neck. The golden
Then, it happened.
Arthur trying to hit Francis with his shoe, for whatever reason, mistakenly missed and hit Alfred instead, rubbing his head Alfred turned looking around the room.
Alfred looked at him. Turning in his chair, and casting a smile towards Lovino noticing his stare. Feeling a familiar heat spread up his neck Lovino averted his gaze, and took to watching the scuffle between Francis and Arthur.
Alfred always be staring, watching, and watching Lovino. Alfred; always keeping his gaze set on him, but its' not like it mattered. Lovino never returned the gesture, instead choosing to shuffle angrily from class to class, trying to tolerate all the mental handicaps in this school until the school day was over.
But now...now, Lovino was returning the gesture. Inhaling, then exhaling boldly Lovino raised his head to meet Alfred's stare. Their eyes may have locked only for an instant but Except Alfred wasn't looking, his eyes were closed. He was laughing. Loudly, he might add, (most likely at the comment made by Francis about Arthur) and though on the outside he may have cringed, what he was feeling on the inside was different. Lovino could admit it wasn't the first time he felt that familiar tug of attraction towards the American. Unsurprisingly Lovino felt his chest tighten at the sound. Alfred's voice would always lower an octave when he laughed, his breath coming out husky and thick. Head thrown back, letting his roar bounce off the walls boisterously and untamed.
Lovino inhaled sharply through his nose.
Alfred was…
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Alfred was beautiful. Sure, he was idiotic and self-absorbed, but, Lovino could over look that. He did that first time he had a crush, but that was different. Antonio was different. Antonio is different, well, not really. The more Lovino thought about it, there was more to compare than contrast. Looking over to Antonio, Lovino noted the similarities. Bright eyes; open and trust-worthy, messy strands of hair tousled like the mane of a lion, their joyous laugh, and heart-stopping smile. Hell, even both their names began with an 'A'.
He must have a type, but damn him if he ever said it out loud.
Lovino was looking at him, Alfred could feel it. No one sat behind him plus he sat next to the window, and it'd be really weird to find some creeper staring at him through the bushes. The question of the moment was, could he turn around and face him? Yes. So he did. Alfred shifted in his chair first, then turning around to get hit in the back of the head with-something.
This time turning around fully, rubbing the sore area on his head ready to blame Ivan for what had ever had just hit him. When he stopped to look, look at Lovino that is. Alfred smiling happily seeing Lovino hold his gaze before choosing to look at his desk. They met eyes only briefly, but Alfred couldn't help but hold his grin seeing the rising blush covering Lovino's cheeks.
Alfred couldn't help but laugh at that, it was a first.
A prologue.
For some reason I feel there are too many commas in this.