After two years of watching and admiring, Antonio Carriedo finally got his chance to be with his crush, Lovino... Well, sort of. After losing a bet, Lovino is forced to stay with him for an entire week but what happens when feelings are shared and secrets are revealed? (Rated M for a reason!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way shape or form, Hidekaz Himaruya does.

Warning: Later chapters will contain explicit language and BL (BoyXBoy).

Chapter 1

Antonio watched his friends as they chased after each other. Gilbert was swinging his fist, throwing punches here and there trying to hit Francis as he laughed at the Prussian's failed attempts. He really needed to get new friends.

"Don't ever touch my little Gilbird!" yelled Gilbert when he finally made contact with the blonde's face. Francis rubbed his cheek and pouted. Gilbert grinned in success. "I told you the awesome me would get my revenge if you ever touched him," the Prussian exclaimed sticking his tongue out.

"Come on you two the bell should be ringing soon." Antonio said just as the bell rang, putting an arm around both of his friends and leading them into the school.

The day went on like it always did, a blur. People after people, class after class, it was always the same. Everything seemed so dull and colorless these days. It didn't really matter though, one more week and he would be done with school, something that the Spaniard was greatly looking forward to. Antonio smiled at the thought and began thinking of everything he planned on doing. He knew the first thing he would do and that was sleep like there was no tomorrow then he'd probably hang out with Francis and Gil. They always kept things interesting.

He was snapped back into reality when He heard a loud 'thud' and stammered back to see what he had run into.

"Watch where you're going, bastard! People are trying to walk here!" A dark haired Italian yelled, gathering his papers and books off the floor.

"Lo siento Lovi, I spaced out," Antonio apologized and helped him pick up his things since it was his fault that they were now scattered on the white and grey tile floor.

"It's Lovino not Lovi you stupid bastard." Antonio smiled as the boy began to blush, his cheek going from a beautiful tan to a light pink.

"Of course, my bad..." Lovino snatched his book out of his hand and walked away only to have the Spaniard follow him.

Lovino stopped and turned around sending daggers at Antonio, "why are you following me?" Antonio smiled at the Italian.

"I just wanted to see how you've been. You seem a little mad here lately.. More than usual. Why?" his big emerald eyes watching the Italian, which only made matters worse.

"Will you stop fucking staring at me? And it's because you won't leave me the hell alone! Every time I turn around your there." Lovino stormed off to the lunchroom leaving Antonio confused in the hallway.

Had he really been following him alot lately? He couldn't remember. He could remember getting punched in the face last week for calling him "mi tomate" but that was it. Maybe he should pay attention more often. Antonio decided to drop it and go eat.

People were everywhere, some getting lunch while others had already started eating theirs.

Antonio sat down at his usual table, pulling out some churros that he had made the night before. He looked around at everyone, Francis, Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, Feliciano, Ludwig, and even Lovino. Everyone was there, well everyone but Gilbert, Antonio noted. He was probably just out causing more trouble or messing with Roderich. Either way it didn't concern him not today anyway. All he cared about was the cute Italian that was sitting across the table with an ever present frown on his lovely face.

Oh what he would do to be able to wrap him arms around him. He would've to but he knew that it would lead to getting head butted in the nose. He remembered last time that had happened and decided that it was best to leave Lovino as he was.

He watched him for a little longer not able to take him eyes away from him. He was fixing to say something when the fire alarm went off and caused the sprinkler system to go off as well assuring people that it was not a drill.

Antonio watched as people ran for the door flooding around it in a panic. It was then that he realized that he himself needed to get out. As he stood to leave he noticed someone was still sitting at the table he turned to find his favorite Italian sitting with his arms crossed. His hazel eyes filled with a cross between anger and annoyance.

Why hadn't he left already? Why wasn't he leaving? Was he just going to sit there?

Antonio grabbed his hand and tried to pull the boy only to find that he hadn't moved from his spot. "Come on Lovino! There's a fire we've got to get out of here!"

Lovino didn't seem to care or if he did then he was good at hiding it. He looked up at the Spaniard and raised an eyebrow. "Did you ever consider the fact that this is just some kind of prank? It is the last week of school after all."

Antonio thought about this for a moment, he did have a point but still it didn't matter what of it was real? "Well even if it is a prank I'm not just going to leave you behind, what if this is real? I'm not leaving you here to die!" he put their foreheads together surprising Lovino and making him blush deeply. "Please Lovi.." when the boy didn't move Antonio sighed. "Well if you won't come willingly then I guess I'll just have to make you."

"And how the he-" Lovino's sentence was cut short as he was swept up into his arms bridal style.

Before Lovino knew it, he and Antonio were standing outside with everyone else watching as others came out of the building.

"Did you hear what happened?" Lovino heard a group of girls talking.

"Yeah, they said that there was a grease fire in the cafeteria kitchen and that it got so out of control that they couldn't put it out."

"You would think they would be smarter and prevent thing like that but I guess not," commented one.

"Well I heard that it was because of Gilbert." another one explained.

"How was it Gilbert's fault?" asked one. The other just shrugged and they went back to watching the school.

So it was a real fire after all...

Although you couldn't see the fames or much of the smoke it was still causing people to watch in awe thinking of how bad it was going to get. Lovino began to wonder just how bad it would get.

"Oh my, when were you going to tell me about the two of you, Mon ami?" Francis commented grinning wickedly.

What the hell was he talking about? The two of them? Then he remember how Antonio had picked him up and carried him out and realized he was still in the said mans arms. "Put me down you stupid bastard!" Lovino yelled as he started to kick and squirm to get out of Antonio's arms. "Who do you think you are just grabbing me like that? I should punch you right in your stupid face!"

Antonio sighed and sat the angry Italian back on the ground and ran a hand through his chocolate colored curls as he listened to the Italian rant on going from English to Italian and back again. "Lo siento, I just had to though you wouldn't come when I asked you to.." Antonio explained, apologizing for the second time that day.

"Shut up, tomato bastard!" Lovino yelled and looked at the ground to hide the blood that was rushing to his face.

Antonio's usual smile was not to be found upon his beautiful face in its place was a frown. Had he not just saved the little Italian from what could've possibly been his death? He knew Lovino was harsh but to not even be the least bit grateful just hurt.

"Why are you always so mean to me, mi amigo?"

"Why should I be nice to you?" Lovino spat.

Antonio was even more hurt but when he looked into Lovino's eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes that always seemed to Change shades of color when Antonio was watching, he knew the boy was just being stubborn.

"I bet I could get you to be nice to me," Antonio said now with his beautiful big smile back on his face.

Lovino looked at the older boy with an eyebrow raised. "Oh is that so? I bet that you couldn't get me to be nice to you even of my life depended on it!" the Italian replied, challenging the Spaniard whose smile only got bigger.

"Would you like to back that up?" the brunette teased. "If I win then you have to stay with me the first week of summer," Lovino was fixing to snap when he thought of how the Spaniard would never win a bet like this.

"Okay, but if you lose then you have to be my slave," Lovino said with a

devilish grin. He couldn't wait to watch the bastard do everything he said. No more cleaning, no more cooking, no more anything. Whatever he wanted he would make Antonio get/do it for him.

"It's a deal but you're going to regret it when I win," the Spaniard commented with a toothy grin.

"You're not going to win shit."

The two shook on it and it was final.