"Sir, are you going to actually order?" Lovino glared up at the teen girl standing over him, whom was smacking her gum with headphones in, blasting some hard metal crap.

"Just get me the tomato butter dish..." He muttered, irritated with the waitress. She rolled her eyes, taking his menu and walking slowly back to the kitchen, winking at a random boy who stared at her. The Italian just clenched his fists, turning his attention back to the three at the table that was only 10 feet away.

'Gilbert' cackled, laugh echoing throughout the grill, and already Lovino could hear muffled grumbles from other people at the booths. Antonio was just grinning stupidly, sitting next to a blond french, whom Lovino thought had hair that looks idiotically long on him.

"Francis, tell Antonio I am definitely awesomer and more fun to talk to then some dude he met on the internet." Lovino tensed at the mention of Feliciano, glaring daggers into the backs of Francis and Antonio.

"He's really cute and sweet!" Antonio insisted, leaning forward at the table.

"And you know this how?"

"He has this brother..."

'Fuck... don't talk about me!' Lovino shouted in his head.

"That's named Feliciano!" Antonio paused, sighing dreamily. "Feli's all adorable and nice, but Lovi's the one I really like!" Lovino's cheeks heated up, and he scowled, protesting in his head. If only the brunette realized how loud he was being...

"I've barely even talked to him, but all I know is he had brown hair and brown eyes, is named Lovino Vargas, is Italian, and is 19~!"

"You are a stalker aren't you?" Said Italian rested his chin on his fist, turning to look out the window at their apartment. He could vaguely make out the shape of Feliciano on his computer through the blinds, typing away with probably another creepy stranger.

"Here ya go..." The girl set a plate down in front of him, adding "freak," under her breath, sure the other couldn't hear her. She scurried off, making sure to pop her hip when she passed the boy from earlier. Getting kind of hot, Lovino took off his hat and jacket, setting them aside in the booth and staring at his food with hungry eyes. He glanced once at the group of friends, before picking up his fork and poking at the plate, about to take a bite.

"Bon jour, Mignon petit garçon~ I couldn't help but notice you staring," A hand wrapped around his waist, causing him to drop his fork in fright. It clattered to the table, a piece of tomato falling onto the red surface of the 50's styled surface.

"Maybe you'd like to go have some fun, non?" Before he could react, a hand had seized his chin, forcing him to look up at Francis and his smirking face. Lovino's face had begun to change a deep shade of red, and he swatted the Frenchman's hands away, backing up into the booth, in fright.

"Go away, mother fucker!" He spit, angrily curling up against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing, Francis?" Gilbert had walked over, glancing at Lovino and grinning. "Hey, you're kind of cute."

"I-I'm not cute!" Lovino shouted, getting a few stares from the other customers who had begun to clear out at the arrival of the trio.

"Pfff, I think the awesome me would know!" The Albino pointed at himself, maliciously smiling and sliding into the seat across from him. "I'm Gilbert!"

"Can't I just have on stupid moment of peace?"

"Francis, what're you two doing?" Lovino's eyes widened, and before he could disappear under the table, the Spaniard popped out of no where. Hoping to be unrecognizable, he threw on his cap, covering his curl and slinking into the inviting darkness on the floor.

"There's just someone that's been eying us for the past hour. We wanted to get to know him, non?" Francis motioned towards the empty seat, as Lovino had already hidden in the blackest place by the leg of the table trembling with embarrassment.

"Where'd he go?" Antonio asked, before spotting his online 'friend'.

"Hola~" Antonio smiled.

"Can you just leave me alone, jerks?" Lovino grumbled under his breath, putting a shocked reaction on the other's face.

"I don't think he really wants to talk."

"He's just shy!" The 'awesome' one proclaimed, bending over to look at Lovino, who continued to curl up into a ball.

"Lo siento, if they scared you. We'll go now~" Antonio grabbed Gilbert, pulling him out of the seat and into a sitting position. Lovino crawled back into the seat, not seeing the three and sat down. He spotted his hat on the ground, realizing he had lost it, and bent to pick it up.

"He does have a nice ass..." Gilbert murmured, the intense voice piercing the Italian's ears. Lovino shot up, clutching the hat in both hands and swiveled his head, seeing the three at the table behind him. Francis waved, chuckling at how the blush seemed to be spreading, while Gilbert just nudged Antonio, who turned to see the mystery man the others had been talking about. Lovino flipped his head around, curl bobbing on the right side of his head as he struggled to get the hat back on.

"L-Lovi?" Lovino hesitated only a moment, fixing the hat in place and grabbing his jacket, standing.

"My name isn't Lovino." He sneered, heading towards the door. His wrist was grabbed as he was promptly spun around, Antonio smiling down at him.

"It is you!" Antonio laughed, poking Lovino's cheek, who's mouth hung agape.

"L-Let go of me!" Lovino shouted, batting at Antonio's arms, who promptly released his grip and took a step back.

"Sorry, Lovi~ I was just surprised!"

"My name isn't 'Lovi!' Or Lovino!"

"I never said it was Lovino~"

Realizing his mistake, Lovino sighed, still scowling at the idiot above him. "So what do you need bastard?"

"I was just shocked you lived here! Is Feli here too?" Antonio asked, peering around.

"No! And you will never talk to him again! I don't want you taking him in the middle of the night!" Lovino crossed his arms, content with his job of scolding the creeper.

"B-But Lovi~ What if we see each other again?"

"I won't be looking forward to it! Just stay the hell away from Feliciano!" Lovino was stopped mid-stride once more, and he grumbled profanities, staring at Antonio. "What is it?"

"You should join us for lunch!"

"Fuck off."

"Please, Lovi? At least let me contact you some other time~"

"No."

"Lovi-"

"I fuckin' said no, Antonio!" The Spaniard raised his hands in defeat, looking slightly hurt. "I'm sorry, mi petite tomate~ I will let you go then... But can I please contact you again?"

Mixed with the begging face and the smooth voice, Lovino couldn't help but utter "Fine." The minute it rolled off his tongue... the second the Spaniard's eyes lit up, he knew he would regret it later on.

"Okay, Lovi~ Thank you!" Antonio bounded off towards his friends, plopping in the booth and grinning at the two others. Lovino rolled his eyes, paying for his meal at the front desk- which he then noticed he left- and started across the street towards his apartment.

Antonio watched him go, noting the apartment building he entered. On the top floor, he could make out someone with a curl standing, embracing the figure of Lovino.

"You have taken a liking to him more then expected, hmm?" Francis teased, watching the directing Lovino had gone.

Antonio didn't answer, knowing the others both knew what he was thinking, as he gazed lovingly towards the place Lovino lived, realizing... he really was a stalker.