Feli: Big brother, I have a surprise for you. Text me back when you get to school, okay? 6:36 AM.

Squinting at the device's radiant screen, the brunette skimmed the message that was scribed in his native tongue; Italian. Mentally tucking away the information, he peeled back his duvet quilt and attempted to manuever to the edge of his mattress before unexpectantly tumbling off. Cursing quite noisily, he grasped his nightstand and shakily erected, shifting all of his weight onto one foot. Lovino Vargas rubbed his forehead, his face dusted pink in embarrassment. He glimpsed bitterly at his foot that was wrapped in a cast. He was clumsy by nature, but ever since his recent injury, he couldn't get out of bed without landing on his face.

Preparing himself for school with difficulty, Lovino made himself a miniature breakfast. He sported an egg, tomato, and spinach flatbread pizza with a portion of extras. Taking a bite, he paused to massage his knee, wincing a fraction. Swallowing, he limped to Arthur Kirkland's house just as the Brit was walking onto the porch.

"Oh, Lovino. Good morning," he greeted, setting his backpack on the wooden floorboard. He sipped from a ceramic cup of tea and closed the door to his house. Before it clicked shut, Lovino could have sworn he heard the other Kirkland brothers causing chaos inside.

"Ciao..." The Italian greeted and the pair sat down on the antique mahogany swing the porch possessed. He offered Arthur a pizza silently. The blonde furrowed his rather thick eyebrows as he politely took the nourishment.

"Um... Thanks, love." He flashed a reticent smile and bit into it, chewing. He didn't comment further on it, knowing that he could ruin the neutral mood that Lovino would sometimes settle into in the mornings. They sat peacefully for awhile, drinking tea and sharing the multiple breakfast pizzas until another male hopped across the lawn.

"Some boyfriend you are. Poor Lovino had to walk all the way to my house with a broken leg," Arthur spat, glaring at him hatefully. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Lovino's evident partner, slinked onto the porch, guilt written all over his complexion. He towered over the youngest male, frowning.

"Lo siento, Lovi. I'm sorry." Leaning down, he planted a gentle kiss to the Italian's lips as Arthur murmured in displease. Flushing, Lovino dipped his head as the Spaniard sat down with them and pulled him onto his lap.

"You could have helped him, too, Arthur," Antonio pointed out as he cradled his mate cordially, kissing his forehead as the latter flushed and buried his head into his chest bashfully.

"Seeing as Lovino sleeps in the nude, I thought it'd be highly disrespectful towards your relationship to help him with his morning routines," Arthur retorted, clenching the polished handle of his teacup. He furrowed his eyebrows in anger as Antonio blatantly ignored him. The blonde shared a unique friendship with Lovino, though reacted to Antonio negatively for a reason he kept hidden. Lovino being pressed to his chest was Antonio's only motive not to respond in a not-so-nice way. They waited while he rubbed his boyfriend's thigh soothingly.

"Did you sleep well, cariño? Did your leg hurt? Ay, I'm sorry. I'll make it better. Tonight, I'll stay up massaging your leg. You don't deserve to be in so much pain because of me, I'm a terrible novio..." His ramblings slipped into Spanish as his worries inclined. Lovino cut him off with a chaste and bashful kiss before shielding his face in his chest again. Grinning madly, Antonio kissed the top of his head, "Do you want your cappucino now?"

Lovino nodded, humming in response. Reaching into his backpack, Antonio presented the Italian with his daily morning beverage. He'd much rather prefer wine, but knew if he got caught with it in public, he'd get deported back to Italy or worse. He pressed the thermos to his salmon colored lips and began to ingest his drink, feeling himself begin to awaken fully. When he finished, he wiped his mouth and inhaled. Cautiously, Antonio tested the waters to reevaluate Lovino's mood, "Lovi?"

"What, bastard?" He unattached himself from the male's lap, causing him to whimper in protest. Yawning and leaning against the porch's wooden fencing, Lovino stretched. They both watched the other expose his smooth, sunkissed skin.

"Ah, I see your hickies aren't very well hidden, are they? Shame," Arthur noted, smirking when Lovino reddened and yanked down his shirt. He growled.

"Cosa? Stop looking at me, you asshole! Go shave your damn eyebrows!"

"There he is. The vulgar, unaffectionate Lovino we all know and love," Arthur announced, clapping while his voice dripped with sarcasm and hollow venom. Lovino responded with a rude hand gesture just before the beeping of an automobile alarmed them. They directed their attention to the very late American pulling into the driveway. He rolled down the window, sticking his head through to holler.

"Sorry I'm late, dudes. I ran into a bit of trouble," he explained. Arthur set his cup inside his home before shutting the door again and walking to the navy colored modern car.

"I kind of pissed off that Romanian kid yesterday and he got me back this morning," Alfred took a sip from a large cup of coke, keeping his vibrant eyes on the road, "I was ready for school and everything when suddenly this bat chased me until I fell into my pool. I was so soaked and had to change my clothes and redo everything." Arthur snorted from the passenger's seat, weaving his arms over his chest. Lovino was in the back with Antonio, swatting away the hands that tried to coax him into a snuggle.

"Well, you shouldn't have messed with him. Honestly, he's already ridiculed enough for his looks," Arthur began to murmur to himself, "besides, real vampires don't look like that."

"Fuck you!"

"Wait, what?" Arthur smiled mischieviously, not saying anything else. Alfred shuddered and faced the road again, ignoring the quarreling couple in the backseat. This was a casually occuring process. Lovino didn't have a car, Arthur prefered not to travel to school in a car occupied by his brothers, and Antonio shared a car with his older sibling, whom claimed it as his for the mornings. On average, this was about the moment Antonio would pull Lovino's-

"Don't you dare, you shit faced little... Ch-Chigi!"

Lovi: I'm at school, now what do you want, fratello? 7:37 AM.

Lovino set his smartphone down and wormed closer to Antonio, plucking blades of grass between his fingers. He intertwined their fingers and slightly parted his lips, his face a crimson shade. Not daring to reject his request, Antonio lovingly pushed their mouths together, sliding his tongue around the moist cavern. He was rewarded with a pleased moan. Arthur retched mockingly. They did this every morning and his churning stomach could support that fact.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Stop sucking each other's faces off and bloody take a break," the Brit finally growled. Lovino undid their liplock to glare at Arthur while Antonio pouted.

"Fuck off, scone fucker," he retorted before kissing Antonio one last time, albeit roughly. He picked up his phone, unlocking it while his boyfriend rested his chin on his shoulder. Antonio wrinkled his nose. He couldn't translate the sentences being typed, but he could surely understand the heart shaped symbols.

"Who's Feli, Lovi?" The Spaniard questioned, a strained smile on his face. He coiled his arms around the Italian's waist, tugging him backwards until the other was resting against his chest. He kissed his dark brown hair, curling his fingers around his hip bones. Lovino vaguely returned his kisses, concentrated on his phone.

"My little shit of a younger brother. He keeps asking me dumb questions, like do I still leave a spare key under the mat and what color is my apartment, where do I go in the mornings... Damn it, my phone keeps fucking autocorrecting 'bastard' to 'husband'. What the hell did you do, Antonio?" Lovino brushed his hair away from his face in frustration before acknowledging the puzzled faces surrounding him, "... What?"

The albino lying in the grass across from him opened one eye to reveal a brilliant ruby shade. He rolled onto his side, a snowy eyebrow elevated.

"You never told us you have a brother..." Realizing his slip up, Lovino paled. He applied pressure to his bottom lip with his pearly teeth, avoiding the gazes of his acquaintances in shame, "Ja, now explain."

"Hmph... It's not that I was hiding it from you guys, it's just that I never like to talk about him..." He admitted with reluctance, fixating his eyes on his mobile as he scrolled through his photo gallery to find a picture of him with the other male, "He's the same age as your potato sucking shit stain of a brother."

"In other words, Ludwig," Alfred decoded for the rest of the group, which was very much insignificant. Everyone knew Lovino hated the muscular image of perfection that was the relative of Gilbert, the albino. The German was extremely protective and loving of Ludwig, but also an embarrassment. Ludwig did his best to skirt his brother while at school. It was unimaginable that once, the blonde looked up to Gilbert.

"Sì, whatever, idiot... Err... Well, he wanted to move here with me, but my grandfather wouldn't let him because he's the favorite out of all three of us; my brothers and I. He's annoying as shit, but he's sweet and very attached to me for some reason. He asked to live with me in my tiny ass apartment and go to school with me this year. He barely knows English, the dumbass..." Lovino took a swig from his thermos, a bitter smile on his face, "Isn't he crazy? He wants to go to this school and be known as the brother of Lovino Vargas. He wants to be bullied. Doesn't he know what I did here these past two years? I was nominated the school whore, I got arrested for getting involved with drugs, I got kicked out of my apartment twice, I actually bullied someone to near death, I lost so many friends, I hurt Tino, I fucking sabotaged Arthur's-"

"Group hug!" It was only when he was sandwiched between Antonio, Gilbert, Mathias, Alfred, and later Arthur that he realized he was crying. He weakly resisted against their holds, sobs and hiccups escaping his voice.

"Bastards, let me go..." He weeped, his tears blurring his vision to the point that he couldn't decipher who's chest he had just fallen into. He clenched his shirt, his nails digging into the fine fabric as he choked on his words.

"Lovi, you're our little baby, remember? You can't be sad," Alfred reminded solemnly, "We promised to take care of you after everything that happened. It's all in the past and we vowed to never bring it up again. As long as no one digs it up and revives the drama, everything will be fine." Lovino nodded and dried his face on the mysterious male's shirt, finally glimpsing at him. His eyes broadly expanded, he stumbled back onto his bottom. Lukas only straightened his clothing, his tone emotionless as he looked down.

"You're like a little brother to me, even if I don't show it..." He murmured audibly, sitting back and pulling his knees to his chest shyly. Lovino timidly smiled at the Norwegian, his spirits heightened. Seeing it was nearly time for class, the posse began to grab their belongings. Antonio and Alfred helped Lovino stand up, the former making sure he didn't put pressure on his leg by holding up his weight. They started to exchange smiles and small jokes again when two hands slid in front of Lovino's olive eyes.

"Guess who?" A high, cheerful, and very familiar voice sang. Lovino stopped breathing.