... Lovino is in for a big surprise. (Chapter 1)

My first shot at a fan fic :D

I hope I did a good job~

Lovino was sitting backwards on the couch, he looked over an out the window. He then spotted a moving truck pass his house and stop next door.

"Ve~ Fratello, our new neighbors are here!" Chirped his brother.

"Yipee." There was a sharp, sarcastic tone to his voice, but it seemed to be lost in the younger Italian behind him.

"Oh!~ you're exited too? Ve~ let's go meet them together then!" Veneciano took hold of Lovino's hand and dragged him unwillingly out the door.

"Gah! Let go, dammit!" Lovino struggled and stumbled as he was pulled along. His brother didn't seem to care or notice.

In more time than it should have, the two reached the front porch of their unidentified neighbor. Lovino narrowed his eyes. He didn't want to meet new people. It was probably another creeper.

He dealt with enough of those at school. Such as Francis or Alfred.

Next to him, his brother went on and on about how their mother informed him about the new residents. Apparently it was a boy and his father who moved in, this 'boy' was said to be one or two years older than Lovino… maybe more.

There was a pause as a taller person walked to the door from inside and approached them. Lovino's once stubborn face became shocked and then shifted to being a glare that seemed to say 'shoot me now'.

This 'boy', this new neighbor of his, of all people was Antonio.

Antonio?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Lovino was already way too familiar with this Spaniard for his own comfort. He already went to school with him, and he would always show up with his dumb smile and bug him endlessly with creepy kindness. Most of this 'kindness' consisted of calling Lovino cute.

Fuck my life. That was all that ran through the Italian's head.

Of all people?

Really?

Did life hate him that much…?

That was it, life official hated him. He knew it.

Antonio just stood there by the door, with his wide, stupid, mother fucking grin. Not like that was anything new.

Veneciano broke the silence.

"Ve~! Antonio, I didn't know you were the one moving in!" He sounded happy about it. Maybe that was because he was just as cheery as the tomato bastard that stood before them.

"Oh. Si~ my dad and I moved here so he could get to work quicker and I could ride my bike to school, or even walk!"

Lovino started with oblivious anger. Why the fuck of all places that dipshit could have moved did he have to choose right next door to his house. Surely he didn't know it he was moving into the house right next to his…. Right?

"So I suggested to my dad that we move here since it's close enough and right next to you two~" Antonio shifted his bright gaze to Lovino, as if this was something he hoped would please him. Then looked back to Veneciano, stifling a childish giggle as the grumpy Italian turned red to the face from his stare.

So what?

He blushes a lot.

It's manly.

Life hates him, remember?

It's not like he's unknowingly going gay or anything... Shut up.

That's beside the point. What was the point was that, to his dismay, Lovino thought wrong. He literally chose this place out from the others to be next to them. Fucking creeper.

"What the fuck? Why did you have to chose here, dammit!" Lovino still looked flustered, and Antonio seemed somewhat hurt.

"I thought you would be happy to have su amigo living next to you?" The Spaniard pouted, making Lovino more distraught.

As if his brother could read the atmosphere, (yea right) Veneciano spoke.

"So does that mean we can all walk or ride our bikes to school together?~" The two other teens beamed. Lovino, on the other hand, scowled.

"I'm pretty sure I get get to school perfectly on my own—" He was cut off by his brothers sudden realization.

"Ve! Oh no… Sorry Antonio, I forgot I was going to walk to school and back with Ludwig!" Veneciano frowned pitifully, like a kicked puppy or something.

Lovino opened his mouth to protest about his brother going with that potato bastard… especially alone! Was he trying to get raped… or pelted with potatoes… or something? Who knows what that German was planning.

Then, before he could get a word in edge wise, Antonio spoke with a sympathetic tone.

"Aw it's okay, Feli." He insisted, "I'll just walk with Lovi alone."

Wait. Wait. WAIT. What did this bastard just say?

Lovino's face heated up and glowed a new and darker shade of red than before from a mix of anger and embarrassment at the suggestive words. (Not that an innocent guy like Antonio meant it like that… this time.)

"Wait a minute there, bastard!" he began, "only I can call my brother 'Feli'! Also my name isn't 'Lovi', dammit!"

There was a slight pause as Lovino took a breath and both Antonio and Veneciano blinked at him.

"Lastly, like hell if I'll ever walk to school and back with you. Alone too? You've got to be fucking kidding me, you pervert!" Lovi finished his rant with a huff. Antonio just frowned at him.

"You don't want to spend time with me?" It almost scared Lovino how fast the Spaniard went from sad to happy,

"Oh don't be silly Lovi, it'll be lots of fun!~ Please come?" he pouted that irresistible pout again. Lovino seemed to squirm. Not that he was affected at all by it, mind you.

"Why should I?" He managed to say.

"Because you're my friend and you don't want me to have to walk to school for the first time alone~" Antonio's tone was innocent and hopeful.

Lovino huffed again and crossed his arms,

"Fine, but if you annoy me at all at any point of the walk, I will either ditch you or hit you upside the head till I have no head to hit!" Despite Lovino's threatening words, Antonio seemed elated.

"Gracias, Lovi!~" The older teen seemed to shoot forward as he hugged Lovino tightly. Veneciano giggled and watched in amusement.

"ACH! Get the fuck off, and don't call me Lovi!" He protested as he attempted pushing Antonio away. Antonio is much stronger than the little Italian, so the attempt was an utter fail. Though he did let go a few moments later, when he had his fill of showing affection to the other.

Lovino yanked away the minute he had a chance, his face was flustered and red like a tomato. He could tell by the tingly heat he felt and instinctively started rubbing his face to try and remove it, as if someone drew it on with marker.

"Ve~ Fratello, let's go home and eat, you'll get to see Antonio tomorrow.~" If his brother weren't so innocent in every aspect of his being, he could have sworn he said that purposely to embarrass him.

"I'm not looking forward to it, dammit!" he pointed out, countering Veneciano's words.

"Adios~!" Called the Spanish teen. He waved from his door step before going inside and closing the door.

The two brothers made their way back home and were welcomed by the aroma of pasta. Lovino was broken out of this moment when Veneciano rushed forward, letting out many Ve's as he went over to the bowls of pasta left out for them.

The eldest brother sighed and got into the seat and started to eat. (that rymed… okay sorry just ignore me)

He couldn't help but feel worried about how his mornings would now become on a regular basis. Not to mention very probable visits after school…

Che palle.

Translations:

Fratello - Brother

Su - Your

Gracias – Thank you

Adios - Bye

Che palle – What balls (like saying "This sucks" or something along that.)