Hello again! I thoguht that this was a pretty cool story so I figured I'd continue it. After this, the chapters will be much longer, but for now, enjoy!

Lovino looked around his new apartment. For the assignment, he had rented an apartment across the street from Antonio's. It was small, with two bedrooms, a living room and a small kitchen and bathroom. It was sparse, with no decorations, but Lovino didn't care. He had only rented it for the view. He walked over to the window and looked at Antonio's house across the street. He stared for a minute, and then went back to the bedroom to unpack. Once he was done, he got a pen a paper and made a list of things to get from the grocery store. When he was done, he locked his door and walked down to the store he had passed by when he had walked over to his new place from the airport. When he got there, he went straight to the produce section. As he turned the corner, he lightly bumped into someone.

"Oh, hola, Lovino. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hmph, of course I'd be here. I can't live without food."

"Oh, so you moved near by?"

"Why would I come here if it was far from my place? Idiot." Lovino winced and mentally berated himself for insulting him and for possibly endangering his mission. However, Antonio chuckled quietly.

"Heh, I suppose that was a silly question. Well, I can help you find the best deals here if you like." Lovino was going to refuse, but thought that not only would this save him money, he would have a chance to become closer to the Spaniard. He nodded.

"Sure. Show me." Antonio smiled and took his hand.

"Follow me, then." They went around the store, Antonio pointing out which brand was both good and cheap. They checked out together and kept talking as they walked home. When they were outside of Antonio's house, he looked around and frowned.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I walked to my place without even asking where you lived."

"It's fine." Lovino pointed across the street towards his apartment.

"I live over there." Antonio's smiled.

"That's great. I suppose we'll be seeing much more of each other." Antonio quickly kissed Lovino's cheek and walked over to the door of his house. A small flash went through his mind of being kissed there before, when he was younger, but he again ignored, brushing it off as some weird form of nostalgia.

"I-idiota," Lovino muttered as he walked back over to his place, a small blush sprinkled across his face. When he got to his place, he placed his groceries on the floor and stretched. As he passed his window he briefly glanced through, but became glued to the spot at the sight. Antonio, still wet, was slowly pulling off his shirt, showing more and more of his torso. Lovino kept watching as he changed his shirt. Antonio must have noticed him because he turned toward the window, and smiled and waved at him. Lovino blushed furiously, quickly turning around and sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. Shit, he thought, still blushing. What the hell am I doing? He mentally replayed Antonio taking off his shirt again, but this time Lovino was in his room with him, sitting on his bed as Antonio smirked down at him, bending down until his face was so close that Lovino could easily lean just the slightest bit forward and they would be ki- Lovino's eyes widened and he slapped himself and cursed. Goddammit! I'm part of the fucking mafia! I'm not some fricking schoolgirl who blushes at the sight of a fucking chest! Even if it does look kind of sex- Lovino slapped himself again and got up. As he put away his groceries, he muttered about stupid Spaniards who leave their blinds open.

I don't know why, but I love the idea of a slightly perverted Romano. More about his past will be explained next chapter, so until then, Bye!