Lovino Vargas walked into what was now his very own classroom at an academy right in the center of Italy. The room had the basic four walls (square-like); all a bland cream color and completely bare, except for the occasional scuff or stain. The door was at the front of the room in the corner while three giant windows were lined up on the west wall. Around twenty student desks line the north wall of the room stacked on top of each other or lying beside one another. Each having their own personal scribble or message written on every inch of its surface. A bigger teacher's desk sat at the front of the room near the blackboards on the wall and faced the pile of desks. It showed years of use in the squeaky drawer hinges and various minor scratches. The carpet was a dark reddish orange that was covered in several different stains to the point that half of the carpet looked almost brown. Before the former history teacher, Mr. Haines, had completely cleaned out the classroom, Lovino noticed the room was full of color. Posters displaying scenes from WW1 and WW2 along with posters showing international trade routes hung on the each of the four walls. Of course, Lovino himself didn't expect him to take everything. He didn't bother to listen to the chubby secretary from the main office explain that Mr. Haines was just relocating to teach at an academy in North America. Summer break wasn't over for the school's students for another few weeks so that gave him enough time to decorate. The thought made him grimace and slightly depressed.
His best friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo walked in and gave a long whistle that went up an octave in the middle "This looks...ok. A little boring, but if that's what you're going for then you're heading in the right direction I guess."
The Italian glared and earned a satisfied grin from the Spanish male, happy with the reaction he got from the his friend. An idea popped into his head, causing him to smirk evilly "You and I will be doing some shopping over the next few weeks. It was your idea to move down here with me so I can look for my brother."
"Do you even have a clue what he looks like? I mean you get a letter right out of the blue from your grandfather on your dad's side saying you have a younger brother living in Italy. Plus we can't ask neither your father nor your grandfather to help because they're both hiding out somewhere in the world," Antonio stated with a huff. He never liked Lovino's dad's side of the family, mainly because most of them were members of the Italian mafia. "And besides, the only thing you can go off is a picture of the boy as a toddler! He's probably a teenager at least by now!"
Lovino rolled his eyes "If you don't want to help then go back to Spain and stuff your face with churros you moron."
Antonio stuck out his bottom lip in a pout but said nothing after that. Lovino sat on the bigger desk and glared at the room before him, slowly putting his thoughts together. Posters of all the wars he liked most covering one wall, maps covering another, and flags from every country possible thumb tacked to another wall. Leaving the wall with the two blackboards and door for Lovino to claim with anything he wanted. Posters of tomatoes, maybe?