[Apparently I didn't have a warning, so I'll put on here in bold. And Italics. AND UNDERLINE.]
THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH. BOYS LOVE. BOYS RABU. BOYXBOY not quite yaoi since I don't write smut even though my readers want me to BUT YES. BOYS... KISSING AND ... UNDRESSING TO EACH OTHER WITH IMPLIED SEXUAL ACTIVITIES, ALL THAT NICE STUFF.
So if you don't like it, don't read. Actually, do read, so that you get converted into liking it.
Good enough warning?
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Antonio threw open the metal door of his locker. He hated going to school. He glanced at his timetable. "I have double Italian next," he sighed.
"Dude, if you hate it that much, why'd you take it?" came Gilbert's voice from the locker next to him.
"Yeah, you should have taken French class with me, mon ami,I could have helped you ace it," came Francis's accented voice.
Antonio shook his head. "French is too hard for me, and the Spanish class was full. It was either Italian or Chinese," he sighed.
"Why didn't you take Chinese?" asked Gilbert.
Antonio stared at him. "Dude, that class is full of Asians. They know their language through and through, I wouldn't stand a chance," he sighed.
'But Italian isn't so bad, I mean, there's someone, to help me with the work…'he thought.
The mere thought of him brought a grin to his face.
"Hm? Ah, let me guess, you joined the class because of Lovino, oui?" teased Francis.
"Hn? Of course not, I was just erm, thinking of a funny joke, want to hear it?" Antonio said hurriedly.
Both Gilbert and Francis scoffed. "Whatever you say, it's pretty obvious," they laughed, as they headed off towards their French and German classes.
Antonio sighed. He headed off towards the Italian room. He peeked inside. It was empty.
Except for one, lonesome figure. That dark brown hair, bad expression, could it be..?
It was. He scowled as Antonio took a seat next to him. "Hey, Lovi," he called.
"What is it, bastard?" he grumbled. Antonio smirked.
He glanced over at Lovino's desk. Open was the Italian textbook. Antonio stared at the chapter.
"What the… why are you reading chapter thirty-six? We're only up to chapter seven!" Antonio exclaimed.
"Huh? Shut up, you bastard! I'm trying to concentrate here!" he scowled.
Antonio raised his eyebrow. "You're Italian, I bet you know everything already, right?"
No response, Lovino just flicked the page over.
No matter what Antonio did to irritate the Italian, he wouldn't respond. At the most, he just let out a 'bastard' or 'asshole', and continued to read the textbook.
The other students in the class slowly filed in. The teacher was among the last to arrive, and paid little attention to the rowdy students. She just wrote up some Italian words on the board, and sat down at her desk.
"So," she called over the noise. "Who can tell me what this sentence means?"
The class was busy talking. Nobody was paying any attention to the teacher at all.
Slam.
The teacher slammed her books on the table, and a loud noise echoed the class.
"Now," she repeated, in a bittersweet tone, "who can translate this sentence?"
Silence filled the classroom. Probably because nobody knew what on Earth that sentence read.
"How about… you? Mr. Vargas?" she said sweetly, pointing at Lovino.
He looked up, quite bored.
"Mi sono perso, come faccio a raggiungere la stazione ferroviaria?" asked the teacher. With the air she pronounced the sentence, she was expecting him to whimper and say, 'I'm sorry, Miss, I don't know the answer! Please, teach us!' … or something like that.
"Non c'è una stazione ferroviaria qui per altri venti, stupido bastardo," he replied curty.
Antonio smirked. He could understand the last two words well, considering Lovino yelled them at him on a constant basis.
The teacher gave a look of astonishment, either for being answered back so well, or being sworn at. Usually, Lovino sat in the back corner of the classroom, by himself (except, to his annoyance, Antonio) doing his own things, either doodling or reading a book. He literally never paid attention in class, so naturally she was expecting him to flunk badly.
"Ahem," she said quickly, making a very Umbridge-like cough, "the sentence on the board reads, 'I'm lost, how do I get to the train station?' 'Mi sono perso,' meaning 'I'm lost'," she spoke, turning around to underline the words.
"Mr. Vargas over there very kindlyanswered it. What he said was not the translation," she glared. Lovino scoffed.
A girl raised her hand. "Miss, what did he say?"
The teacher froze. "Mr. Vargas, would you like to elaborate on your sentence?"
"I said, that there wasn't a station for another twenty," he said.
"Stupid bastard," he added softly, his face literally twitching with annoyance.
Antonio couldn't help but grin. Lovi was cute. So, so cute.
Now that the teacher had had an experience of Lovino's Italian expertise, she picked on him for every question. He'd just answer it lazily, occasionally letting a smart-assed remark find its way in. Antonio didn't focus on the lesson at all, he was too busy thinking… of the best way to jump Lovino?
'I can't go thinking such perverted thoughts,Dios me ayude!'he thought, mentally slapping himself. But he'd glance over at Lovino and see those pictures he'd scribbled all over the page, and those thoughts of how cute he was would take control again. He had to constantly cover his face and look away from Lovino, or else he'd be found out for sure
The bell finally rang after an hour and a half of that woman's so-called Italian lesson. All the other students left the classroom in a flash. Lovino deliberately took his time, in hope that Antonio would leave before him. To his frustration and annoyance, Antonio stayed behind to wait for the younger boy.
"Why do you always hang around for me after class?" asked Lovino, as he shoved some books into his bag.
Antonio gathered up some of Lovino's papers and held them out towards him. "Because you're really really cute," he grinned.
Lovino scowled and snatched the papers from Antonio. He shoved them in his bag and turned. "Thanks, bastard," he said, as he turned the hallway towards his locker.
"Ooh, Antonio looks quite happy. Did something good happen, mon cheri?"sang Francis.
"Antonio wondered if his mood was obvious to his friends.
"Let me guess, Lovino talked to you?" guessed Francis.
Antonio just grinned and shook his head.
"Of course he's happy, he's in the presence of the awesomeme!" yelled Gilbert.
Both Francis and Antonio rolled their eyes.
"Whatever, Gil," laughed Antonio.
Antonio took out his bag and slung it over his shoulder. If he had homework… well whatever. He could always do it another day. He shut his locker door, and to his surprise, on the opposite side was none other than Lovino.
"L-Lovino?" staring at his junior.
Lovino gave him a nod. 'Yo, bastard. Can you take me home? Feli went off somewhere with that freaking potato bastard…" he scowled.
Antonio couldn't believe it. Could this day get any better?
"Sure," he replied, taking a quick glance at his friends.
Gil was grinning and giving him a very Alfred-like thumbs up, and France was grinning like the crazy maniac he always was, ushering his hands towards Lovino.
Antonio looked down at the ground and grinned. "Sure, Lovi. One condition, though."
Lovino stared. "W-what is it?" he asked.
"You have to, er," he began. 'Crap, Antonio! Think fast, this might be your only chance! … okay it won't be my only, but what if it was? Agh!' he thought. He ended up confusing himself. "Help me with my Italian homework!" he finally managed to get out.
Lovino continued to stare. "I-Italian? Jeez, fine," he muttered.
"See you, Francis, Gil!" Antonio called out.
"Laters," called out Gilbert.
France gave off that perverted laugh of his, "Ahonhon, bye,mon cheri! Romance mignonne,I can't get enough of it!" he sang, as he walked off.
Antonio twitched. He could understand those few words of French, probably due to the fact they were the words that Francis said most often. Thankfully, though, Lovino didn't, as he just gave a look of confusion after Francis.
"Don't mind him, he's a weirdo," assured Antonio, as he walked towards the car park.
"I can tell," Lovino muttered, following after him.
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Antonio pulled his keys from his bag, and pressed the button. The little 'beep beep' went off, as his car's lights flashed.
"Nice car," Lovino said. "It's red," he noted.
Antonio chuckled. "It's the same colour as tomatoes."
Lovino gave him a bewildered look. "Wha- why the hell would you get a red car just because it's the same colour as tomatoes?"
Antonio shot him an incredulous look. "Why not?"
Lovino just shook his head, and, to Antonio's delight, got into the passenger seat of the car.
When they arrived at Lovino's house, Lovino gave a small grunt.
"Stupid potato bastard, still has my Feli," he growled.
Antonio wondered what was so bad about Feliciano hanging out with Ludwig, but decided not to question it.
Lovino pulled out his house keys, and opened the door. Inside was dead quiet.
"Hm? Do you two live by yourselves?" asked Antonio.
Lovino was hesitant. "No, my grandfather is supposed to be looking after us…" he trailed off.
"Ah," replied Antonio.
"Even if he's around, he's always with Feli," he said bitterly.
'Note to self; don't bring up the topic of Lovino's guardians,' Antonio noted.
Antonio had no idea about what to say to that, so he decided to not say anything at all. Better safe than sorry.
Antonio set his bag down and took out his Italian textbook. Why this was in his bag, he had no idea. He'd probably just shoved whatever he was holding into his bag.
He set the thick book on the dining table, and walked towards Lovino.
"Damn it, stupid thing…" he scowled. He was attempting to turn on the television, with little success. Lovino sat down on the sofa, fiddling around with the other remotes.
Antonio sighed, and bent over. He flicked the power point for the television.
"I knew that, you damn bastard," spat Lovino.
Antonio just sighed, and sat down next to Lovino.
"Hn, I thought you wanted to do Italian homework," asked Lovino.
Antonio took a breath in. "Um, that can wait. What I really want to see are the soccer results," he smiled.
Lovino made a grunt as he changed the channel. "Yeah!" exclaimed Antonio. "Chelsea won!"
"You go for them?" asked Lovino incredulously.
Antonio looked back. "Yeah, who do you go for?"
Lovino looked away. "Um, I also go for Chelsea," he muttered.
Joy filled the Spaniard. It was just a soccer team, but it also happened to be something he had in common with Lovino.
"Freaking hell, I've wanted to see this movie since forever!" said Lovino, suddenly changing the channel. It was some shooting movie.
"Er, sorry, were you still looking at the sports?" he asked.
Antonio shook his head. "It's fine."
Antonio didn't get what was so good about this movie, but every few minute's he'd inch a little bit closer to Lovino.
After about twenty minutes, Lovino broke away his endorsement in the movie and actually said something.
"I can see what you're doing, bastard," he muttered. "Why don't you just stop inching up slowly?"
Antonio sighed, and smiled in defeat. But an idea popped into his head.
"H-hey, bastard! What are you doing!" yelled Lovino, as Antonio leaned over him. "G-get off me, you freakin-"
Antonio pinned Lovino's arms to the sofa. He could see the red flush that was overcoming his cheeks.
"You said to stop inching up slowly," he whispered. "You never said I couldn't do this, though," he grinned.
Lovino looked to the side. His face was fully red. Antonio lowered his head, right up to Lovino's neck, and stopped.
"What, you're not going to stop me?" asked Antonio.
"B-bastard…" was all Lovino could say.
'N-no way…' thought Antonio. "C-could it be, Lovi? Do you… do you like me?" he asked, quietly. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
He saw Lovino's eyes soften. He mumbled something, quite inaudible.
"Lovino?" he asked again, loosening his grip on the younger boy's wrists.
"Yeah," he replied softly, looking away from Antonio's face.
The Spaniard's heart raced faster.
"Since when?" he demanded, sitting up a bit.
"End of first term…" he mumbled.
It was now almost the end of third term.
"What the, why didn't you tell me!"
Lovino let out a sigh. "You're my senior, how the hell was I meant to tell you? You're really popular too, I thought that.. you know.. I wouldn't stand… a chance…" he trailed off.
"But, all those times in Italian class?" asked Antonio.
"Bastard, like I'd tell you there," he spat.
Antonio couldn't believe it. First, he'd been asked by Lovino to drive him home. And now, Lovino was confessing to him. This was definitely the best day ever.
Antonio lowered his lips to Lovino's neck, softly kissing him. He slowly moved down on his neck, leaving a trail of small kisses. His hands moved to Lovino's shirt. His hand slowly met the bottom, and his fingers slowly crept up his abdomen. He could feel Lovino's fingers clenching.
Antonio ran his fingers down some more, slowly reaching Lovino's jeans. His hand jerked quickly, unbuttoning them, when-
There was a clunk. "Ve~ I'm home~" came a cheerful voice. "Lovino? I brought Ludwig back as well!" he called out.
The younger Vargas brother, Feliciano, was home, along with his friend Ludwig.
Antonio lay lower, hoping that neither Feli nor Ludwig would see them in this well, position. Antonio could very clearly hear Lovino's angry voice. "He actually brought that fucking bastard home?" he growled.
"What's so bad about Ludwig?" Antonio asked quietly.
"Freaking hell, the way he talks with my brother, it's so freaking obvious he's after him, damn it!" he muttered back.
Ah, so that was it.
'Crap, this is uncomfortable,' thought Antonio. The couch was actually too small for the two of them.
He sat up. "Oh, Antonio~ hey~ have you seen Lovino?" called Feliciano.
Lovino sat up as well.
"Oh, there you are~ Lovino! What are you doing with Antonio on the couch?" he said innocently.
Lovino flushed red again. 'Lovino is too freakin' cute,' thought Antonio.
Antonio could see that Ludwig knew, as he kind of tinged pink. Thankfully, Lovino didn't actually answer his brother.
"Anyway, Antonio~ would you like some pasta?" he asked.
Antonio blinked. "Um, what's in it?"
Feli gasped. "What else? Pasta has lots of cheese, and pasta, and tomatoes!" he said.
"Tomatoes? Sure, I'll have some," he replied happily.
"Yay~ Antonio is staying for dinner! Ve~ Ludwig, you should stay too!"
"Ah, um, yeah," came his stoic reply.
Feli and Ludwig busied themselves making pasta and chatting away.
"Hey, Lovi, do you think we can continue this in your room?" he said softly.
"Um, I really thought you came over to do that Italian home- hey!" he yelled, as Antonio picked him up. He turned the corner and into the hallway.
"Put me down, you goddamn basta-" he was cut off by Antonio's lips. Antonio kicked open Lovino's bedroom door, and set him on the bed.
There was no way Lovino was getting out of this one.
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Behold, the extra fluffiness of Spamano! Ah, the wonders of pervy!Spain. So, I hope you enjoyed the Spamano-ness, I sure as hell enjoyed writing it.