Aweee yeaaa second chapter! Idk how long this fanfic will go but hopefully it can go for a long time. Lovino is going to be the main 3rd person POV in most of the story, Gilbert is second POV and Antonio will be the third. I will try and use words from Italian, German, Spanish, French or any other languages that come up. Even if Spanish was my first language, I still have trouble with it (Even English sometimes lol). Help on any words would greatly be appreciated! Ok back to the story!

"There. Finito, finally…" Lovino threw the last of Antonio's stuff he had into a box by the front door. It had already been 5 months since the break up and he was already feeling like he wanted him back. He walked over to his couch and flopped onto its soft cushions.

Grabbing the bottle of tequila he put down earlier to finish packing up Antonio's things, he lifted it, put it to his lips and took a giant swig from it. He shivered as the alcohol burned his throat on the way down to his stomach.

Lovino sat there looking into space for a few minutes when he turned and his eyes landed on the turtles in the aquarium beside the bookshelf. He started thinking what was going to happen to them and if he would be staying with them or if Antonio would take them home. He wasn't fond of the turtles in the beginning despite them being cute.

He had told Antonio that he didn't want them and to take them back to the pet store. But then Antonio looked at him with that puppy dog face he knew Lovino couldn't resist. He remembered taking a couple minutes and finally agreeing with a roll of his eyes and a sigh.

As Antonio was hugging him and smiling like an idiot and thanking Lovino for accepting, Lovino then cut in his celebrating and told him that he agreed but only if he helped care for them too because he couldn't trust Antonio with caring for them by himself. Antonio knowing Lovino well enough, knew that what he said was not really true but was Lovino's way of saying yes and he kept hugging him and kissing him on the cheeks while jumping up and down.

They had named the turtles Isabel and Galapagos. Isabel was named by Antonio because he said it reminded him of a Spaniard queen back when Christopher Columbus and the conquistador times were still going on, even if the history wasn't too nice. Lovino named the other turtle because he heard that the Galapagos Islands were kind of famous for their tortoises and he didn't want to be too complicated with the name.

At the memory he looked away from the tank, putting the thought of it away from his mind. He didn't notice that he was crying until he went to put a hand on his face from the headache that was bubbling up and felt fresh tears falling down his cheeks.

He quickly wiped them away and grabbed the tequila again to take another big swig from the bottle. Wincing while it burned its way down his esophagus again; preferring the pain it gave him instead of the pain in his head and heart.

To be honest, Lovino couldn't stand the taste of the stuff, but he wanted something potent enough to distract him from the memories. The wine that he usually drank was mysteriously gone but he didn't care nor did he remember what happened to it. It was too weak for what he needed it for. He had the same emotion he felt for the missing wine bottle that he felt for the past 5 months of his life. Unconcerned.

Eighty percent of the time he spent was for class or for the small job he worked at to feed himself, the turtles, pay the bills for the apartment or to pay for school. The other twenty percent of his time was spent in his apartment and in a flurry of loneliness, depression, recovery, avoiding Antonio at all costs, and often left a blank in his memory.

The only reason he was slightly more sober now was because he was running out of alcohol and food in his house and need to be sober enough to go out and get groceries.

Lovino sat on the couch for couple more moments of debate before finally getting up and walking to the front door.

As he put his shoes on, he thought about just calling Feliciano up and ask him if he could get his groceries for him but thought against it.

He had been depending on his brother for the past 5 months and thought maybe he should start weaning off of his brother's help.

Plus if Feliciano went out to get his groceries, then Ludwig would most definitely be tagging along to help him carry the groceries and make sure he got all of the things he needed to get correctly. And he didn't really want to see his brother's boyfriend till more time went by. The way that Ludwig actually wanted to help Lovino these past few months actually made him think that maybe Ludwig wasn't all that bad but he would never admit that to his face...or anyone for that matter.

Lovino didn't really like Ludwig, even before he found out that Feliciano and Ludwig started going out, much to his dismay. But he had to guess that he kind of thanked him in some ways and he treated his brother right so there's that too.

He helped Feliciano stay in line and on top with his schoolwork and his other responsibilities. Not to mention that he helped him get out of Lovino's hair. He loved his brother to death, but sometimes he needed his space too.

He shook his head, grabbed his keys and put on his sunglasses to hide his tired, red eyes. He was about to reach for the coat on the rack, but it was the middle of July and wearing a coat would be kind of stupid to wear in a scorching heat, so he just walked out and locked his door behind him.

He started walking and made sure to take the path that had the least people walking in it. Or at least the path that he knew most people he knew didn't walk on. He was lucky that the grocery store wasn't far from the apartment complexes where he lived. He wanted only to get his groceries and go home. No small chit-chat or bumping into anyone he knew.

As he was walking, he felt a chill run down his spine as he looked up just in time to notice someone walking the opposite direction of where he was going. They both walked by each other with only a small glance exchanged as they kept to their business. Lovino thought nothing of it and didn't stop on his journey to the grocery store.

-Time skip to a month later. Sometime in late August-

Lovino looked at his calendar and sighed. It was almost about time to go back to classes but he didn't feel ready. It was going to be a hard year for him because it would mean going back to class and work, being alone, and avoiding Antonio as much as he could. He almost got a headache thinking about having to think of answers to questions about him and Antonio.

This was going to be a rough 3rd year for him.

A lot of the friends he had made where through Antonio or somehow they knew Antonio in some way or another. He almost thought of taking all of his classes online instead of going in and sitting through lectures but he knew Feliciano would most likely nag him and whine till he got fed up and go to class and be social.

See, Lovino wasn't that bad at being social or interacting with other people, sure sometimes he was, but the fact that he would have to go back and tell his breakup story over and over again was a nightmare for him. It had been almost 6 months now but he still felt pain in his heart from the breakup. It hurt him and he didn't know when it would stop hurting.

He decided that he would go to class but he would only spend his time on his school work and anything that was actually important.

Like his job, his brother, and maybe a friend or two so he wouldn't be so lonely. He even thought about dropping his clubs and sports but thought against it because he actually liked going and it might help him recover. Of course, he was gonna drop some of the things "he" went to, but they weren't many.

Well, you know besides futbol, no matter what, because it was one of his passions and he couldn't leave it. Not even for some stupid, cheating sack of bull turd. Futbol was one of the things him and his grandfather shared and he didn't want to lose that from his life.

Besides, the sport was helping him by paying off his school. Sure he wasn't the best at the game but he still loved playing it and he needed all the help he could get to pay all his school expenses. His parents and grandfather only had enough money to start both Feliciano and Lovino off in the first year of their schooling. They had to find a way to pay off the rest of the three years so he signed up for so many scholarships as well as his brother.

Lovino decided he might as well start getting ready for classes. He went to eat something and get his school stuff ready. 'Cazzo…I am really not going to like this year at all…'he thought while preparing himself a meal. 'Not one bit…"

Cool. Second chapter done! So I don't think I'm going to be putting me talking at the end of the chapters. The only time im putting anything down here is to put the translations of words. Oh I will ask one thing, constructive criticism please? It would help with my writing and make me really happy to know I can interact with people that read my writing. Anyway, till the next chapter!

Finito = finished

Cazzo = fuck (p.s. please don't say this word in front of anyone who speaks Italian unless you know them well enough)

(UPDATE: Ok so today is 10/28/2015. I am alive and want to post new chapters, but unfortunately i am having to wait to revive my old laptop and get the chapters i had already written. So i might have them by this weekend. So keep your fingers crossed! - P.M.F. out)