A/N: Mwuahaha, chapter 2! I started typing this right after I published the first chapter.. but I have class in a few hours so I didn't have time to check for my fail mistakes. :( I'll fix anything that needs to be fixed after I come back from class later today! Anyways, enjoy!


Looking at all of his options, he found that there weren't that many. Lovino could either fail his favorite class and get questioned as to why he didn't do his usual best, or work with the bastard, Gilbert, and probably still fail because the idiot doesn't know shit about history. Or rather, he didn't know shit about anything. While the second option has about a 20% chance of success, the first option has 0%. He swallowed his Italian pride and everything he lived for, and decided he was going to do this. And if he was going to do this, it has to be done his way.

It was after school now, and he still sat in his empty classroom, brainstorming. Finally, he got up and walked out, his strides full of confidence.

Where is that idiot?

Waling through the hallway, he looked from left to right at all of the students still lingering about. Even though school was out, people still had to do club activities. Although, most of these lingering students didn't even belong to a club. Why hang around the school, even after you can leave, if you hate it so much? Lovino shook his head at this thought. He figured everyone at his school was a dumb ass. Finally, he came across the biggest dumb ass of them all.

"Hey, bastard!" Lovino called out, but Gilbert continued to laugh and talk to a few random students. Walking up closer, Lovino impatiently tapped him on the shoulder, "I'm talking to you, damn it."

Gilbert turned around and smiled, "What? Oh, hey princess. And the last time I checked, my name wasn't 'bastard', it was Awesome Gilbert."

"Well, the last time I checked, my name wasn't princess. And I need to talk to you."

Gilbert waved goodbye to the other students and sighed impatiently, "Well, what do you want?"

"We have a project to do," Lovino said, pointing to the layout they were given.

"Oh, I know right? That's some lame shit. I threw the paper away, too," Gilbert laughed as he began to walk away.

"Hold on, damn it!" Lovino grabbed his arm and whirled him back around, "We are not failing this damn project. We're doing this my way, and if you don't like it, I don't give a fuck. Whether you help or not is your choice, but I know that if you do help this might end in a disaster."

Gilbert gazed at the very serious face of the Italian. His usually grumpy voice also had a serious tone to it now, and it was almost intimidating. Almost.

"Wow, someone just grew a pair of balls! So, what do you want me to do, Captain?" Gilbert smirked, pushing Lovino's hand from his arm.

"Well, I obviously don't want to do this with you, of all people. But, the teacher is a bastard, and I don't want to do this by myself because then you'd still get credit for it, too.." Lovino scratched his head, trying to think of a way to stay away from Gilbert, but also get a decent grade on the project.

"Chill, I'll do it with you. Let's start next week?"

"Next week is when it's due! Damn, you're so clueless.. why me?" Lovino facepalmed himself and sighed, wishing that for once, just once, this idiot wasn't such an.. idiot.

"We'll start today," Lovino decided.

"Today? You mean as in, the day after tomorrow sort of today?" Gilbert said, tilting his head in confusion.

"No, idiot. Today as in right now."

"No can do, I have important things to do today," Gilbert said, shaking his head in disapproval.

"What could you possibly have to do today?" Lovino asked, wondering where he was going with this. He'd never thought about how Gilbert would be outside of the school. For all he knew, Gilbert could've really been the devil's son, retreating back to hell after school was out. He had completely forgotten that the German was in fact a person, just like himself. So he would obviously have a life and things to do.

"..Well, don't tell anyone, okay shrimp?" Gilbert looked around to see if anyone was listening before leaning in close to Lovino's ear.

Lovino was now very interested. Could the weird bastard really be some sort of supernatural creature? Was he a demon, who had to collect evil souls every day after school? Or, was he a vampire? It wouldn't be too hard to believe, considering the guy had very pale skin, gleaming red eyes, and snowy white messy hair. Nah, maybe he was simply something stupid. Like, a drug dealer or some crap like that.

"…The new expansion pack for WoW is coming out next week, but my friend works for the game store and he's letting me buy it a few days early, which is today! And for a discount, too." Gilbert pulled away and smirked mischievously.

Lovino blinked a few times before getting ready to hit the geek upside of his head. He stopped himself, though, considering the fact that Gilbert was a fighter.

"You're a big fucking idiot. But, because I'm going to have to deal with you for a very long time, I won't attempt to kill you. We're doing the project, today," Lovino said, insisting upon it.

"Nein. I already told you I'm not doing it today, stop bugging me," Gilbert turned back around and began walking away, but Lovino started to follow him.

"Yes, we are! We should get it over with now, and be done with it!" Lovino yelled, as he caught up to the ignorant albino and walked by his side. He efforts proved worthless, when Gilbert took out a pair of earphones and put them in, blasting the music from his ipod.

"Trying to ignore me, huh bastard? !" Lovino snatched the ipod from his hands and hid it behind his back.

"Heeey, give that back!" Gilbert pouted, for once he wasn't the one being the nuisance. He was now very irritated as Lovino stuck his tongue out and turned off the music.

"Not until you agree," Lovino sarcastically smiled as he examined the ipod, which had many scratches. But of course, it belonged to Gilbert so it would be anything far from perfect.

"Don't be a damn brat, hand it over," Gilbert said, scornfully.

"Agree to work on the project with me at my house, today."

"Your what?"

"My house. Come home with me and we'll work on the damn thing, then you can go.. do whatever the hell you were talking about."

Gilbert was surprised at this, being invited into the Italian's home. He was pretty sure that Lovino wanted nothing to do with him, not that he cared. He definitely didn't care. Nope, not at all. But, since the shorty was practically begging for his awesome presence in his home, he decided to reconsider. You know, just so he wouldn't disappoint his fans.

"Fine, but there better be good food," Gilbert sighed as Lovino handed the ipod back to him.

"Of course there will be, idiot. What'd you think? It's not like that crap you eat everyday."


The two of them walked to Lovino's house together, well perhaps not together. Lovino walked slightly ahead, leading the way so he wouldn't have to deal with Gilbert poking him every few seconds, or calling him weird names. Lovino sighed with relief as they finally arrived at his home, a few blocks away from the school. He was hungry, and he couldn't work on an empty stomach. Looking through his backpack, he couldn't find the key to the front door anywhere. He then remembered that he'd left it on the counter when he was taking the trash out that morning.

"Fuck."

"What, did you forget where you lived?"

"No, smart ass. I just.. forgot my key," Lovino said, looking down in embarrassment.

"Fail," Gilbert frowned, looking around for a window to break in through.

"Shut up! My brother should be home.." Lovino knocked on the door, and sure enough, he heard the pitter-patter of steps coming towards the door.

"Hello~? Oh, brother! And, there's someone behind you," Feliciano said, smiling cheerfully.

"Don't mind this bastard, he's a guest for today," Lovino said.

He led the way into the house, signaling for Gilbert to follow him. He could already smell delicious pasta being cooked, and couldn't wait to chow down. He walked upstairs and went down the hallway, leading to his bedroom door with a sign on it that said 'No Bastards Allowed' and had a cute little angry face drawn under it by Feliciano.

"Well.. today is an exception," Lovino said, glancing at Gilbert.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, now get your ass in there!" opening the door, Lovino pointed inside.

"So forceful. Alright, but don't try to rape me or anything," Gilbert smirked, as he welcomed himself inside and plopped down on the bed.

Lovino sighed, blushing as he set his backpack down and made sure there weren't any private things laying about. He knew Gilbert was a nosy bastard, he was already examining the room, looking for corner to corner. The only thing he'd be able to laugh at was how ordinary his room was. But, at least it was very neat.

"This house is even bigger on the inside," Gilbert said, playing with one of Lovino's pillows that was shaped like a tomato.

"I don't know.. It's average size to me," Lovino replied, grabbing the pillow and setting it back against the wall in its original place.

"And your brother? Man, he's so damn cute!" Gilbert smiled as he looked for something else to play with.

"Yeah. So don't go near him," Lovino said, glaring at the albino.

"How are you even related to someone so adorable?"

"You're pushing it."

"That was a super cute little apron he was wearing!"

"Seriously, shut the fuck up."

"I wish he was my little maid-" but just then, Gilbert's face met the pain of a large book, forcefully being thrown by a raging Lovino.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Lovino shouted, looking for something else to throw.

"Geez! What the hell was that for? You seriously need anger manage..ment.." Suddenly, Gilbert began to burst out with laughter.

"What's so damn funny? !" Lovino asked, walking over to the laughing German, ready to strangle him.

"What is this?" Gilbert managed to say, holding out the book Lovino had thrown at him.

Lovino froze and felt his face quickly growing deep red, as he saw the book that he'd thrown was one of his romance novels. He could've sworn he'd only grabbed a library book! Why did he have to make such a mistake like that now, of all times? He tried to think up an excuse, but each second that went by felt like it was worthless to even try now.

"That's.. I mean! It's just.." but Lovino couldn't find the words, he was far too embarrassed to speak. Usually, when he was angry or embarrassed, he would hide under his sheets but it's impossible when the cause of your embarrassment is in the same room, and on your bed.

"So, you're a hopeless romantic, eh?" Gilbert asked, flipping through the pages of the book.

"So? What of it.." Lovino responded, not knowing where Gilbert was going with this.

"That's cool, I guess. I mean, if it's what ya like." he said, setting the book down and lying across the bed as if it was his own. Surprisingly, Lovino didn't say anything about it.

He's not going to make fun of me?

"I prefer medieval themes, with lots of action and a bit of side romance between the main character and his girl." Gilbert confessed, yawning as he snuggled the tomato pillow.

"You read?" Lovino asked, an expression of shock going across his face.

"Ouch! When you say it like that, you make it sound like I'm an idiot! Of course I read, when I want to."

"Well, you are an idiot. But that's interesting, I never thought you'd be into books." Lovino said, sitting down on the bed. He hadn't noticed that he was actually having a casual conversation with Gilbert without yelling, getting irritated, or throwing out random insults. It was kind of nice, but also strange.

"What did you think I'd be into?" Gilbert asked, curiously glancing up at Lovino.

"…Collecting evil souls?" he answered, turning his head as his cheeks turned red again.

"Haha! Whaaat? You definitely read too much fiction!" Gilbert teased, as he sat up and poked Lovino's puffy tomato-like cheeks.

"Shut up! It was just speculation!" Lovino puffed his cheeks even more, as he tried to swat Gilbert's hand away.

"You're weird as hell, tomato face," Gilbert smirked, patting Lovino on the head.

"Look who's talking, bastard."

Suddenly, the door came open and there stood a grinning younger Italian.

"The pasta is done!" Feliciano cheerfully announced.

"What did I tell you about knocking, Feli?" Lovino sighed as he got up from the bed and walked across the room to the door.

"Oh, sorry brother.. let me try again!" Feliciano exclaimed, walking out of the room.

"No no, just remember to do it next time, damn."

"Such cuteness," Gilbert grinned, getting up from the bed to follow Lovino.

"..Just shut the hell up and come on."


Walking down the stairs, Gilbert gazed at all the different portraits of the Italian brother's ancestors and other family members. He imagined them to have a very big family lineage, even though they only lived with their grandfather, who wasn't there at the moment. Looking around the dining room and the downstairs hallway, everything was pretty much Italian themed. When it wasn't stylish or flashy, it was brilliant pieces of artwork that looked as if it came straight from the Italian Renaissance age. Everything about their home amazed Gilbert, it felt very warm and welcome. Although it was foreign, he could get used to this place.

As they sat at the table with their steaming plates of delicious pasta, Feliciano excitedly told Gilbert all about his school day. Literally, he told him all about it, from waking up that morning to coming home from the school.

"I can't believe you're really Luddy's big brother! I had no idea when you first came here," Feliciano smiled happily. Ludwig never really talked about his brother, and they didn't look alike, but he had told him his full name before.

"Yeah well, believe it! The Awesome Gilbert is sitting in your house, at your table, eating your pasta!" Gilbert widely grinned, as if the brothers should feel greatly honored to have him in their presence.

"You guys are so damn loud.. Can't we eat in peace?" Lovino said, grouchily. His already foul mood always became just a bit more sour whenever Ludwig was mentioned. He'd known they were brothers, all the more reason to dislike them, but now that Feliciano knew it would only mean more hell for him.

"What's the matter, princess?" Gilbert asked, stuffing another fork full of pasta into his mouth.

"I told you not to call me that, fucker." Lovino snarled, rolling his eyes.

"I think 'princess' is more appropriate than 'sexy legs', though."

"Why the hell would you call me that?" Lovino turned to him in confusion, but then remembered that Gilbert had commented on his legs that one day in the locker room. He suddenly felt violated, all over again as he hurriedly finished his pasta and tried to ignore the flirtatious looks that Gilbert kept sending his way.

"We should play a game together!" Feliciano suggested as they all finished their food and cleaned their dishes. It wasn't often that Lovino brought friends back to the house, in fact this was the first time. He wanted their guest to have lots of fun and to feel as welcome as possible.

"A game? I don't know, maybe-" suddenly, as if a brick full of memory hit him in the back of the head, Lovino remembered the very reason Gilbert was visiting.

"I like games," Gilbert said, winking towards Feliciano.

"You idiot! We didn't even start on the project! Shit, and that's the main reason your ass is here now!" Lovino yelled, frantically moving around before running towards the stairs.

"Calm down, it's not like it's my fault, I'm the guest! Which means we do whatever you say so, just like you said at school," Gilbert smirked, loving the fact that he was right and that Lovino did say such things.

"Damn you.. well we need to get started!"

"Wait, show me around the house first," Gilbert said, pointing to the back of the big house that he hadn't seen yet.

"Why?" Lovino asked impatiently.

"It's common courtesy, right?"

"Fine!" with a grunt, Lovino tugged Gilbert along by his sleeve towards the rest of the mysterious rooms in the house. He quickly showed him their three-car garage, magnificently decorated backyard, cute art room that only Feliciano used, the living room which held expensive furniture, and a nicely patterned bathroom which smelled of sweet roses.

"And that's it! Now let's go back to my room and-" Lovino was interrupted by an alarm going off that originated somewhere on Gilbert's body.

"Oh crap, that's my phone. Gotta go!" Gilbert smiled as he walked towards the front entrance and put back on his shoes.

"Where the hell are you going?" Lovino followed him in confusion.

"I have to be at work in 10 minutes."

"Work? Why do you need to work?"

"Gotta make a living!" opening the door, Gilbert thanked them for their hospitality and quickly left.

"We.. did nothing the entire time.." Lovino cursed under his breath as he kicked a nearby shoe and stomped up stairs, then slamming his door. All the effort he put into dragging the bastard to his house was wasted, and they hadn't even wrote down at least their names on the damn thing. Lovino knew he was going to sleep bad tonight.

Still.. why does he have a part-time job?

Lovino continued to wonder, although quite a few kids in his school were starting to get their first jobs, he'd never thought Gilbert would be one of them. The German seemed like the type of guy to sit around home all day, playing video games. And when he wasn't at home, he was probably out on the streets getting into all kinds of trouble for no good reason. He saw no part of any 'job' fitting into the jerk's life, maybe he'd made it all up so that he wouldn't have to work on the project. That must've been it, because that was way too much of a coincidence.

"Stupid bastard, I'll get you.." Lovino murmured as he finally fell asleep that night.


A couple days later, Lovino made a strategy to finish this damn project once and for all. Even if he had to tie the bastard up and drag him back to his home, he would do it. Although at first the project seemed like a fun thing to do, with the exception of Gilbert, it was now starting to get on Lovino's nerves. He waited until the last bell for school rang so that he could start some business. As soon as he heard that wonderful sound, he grabbed Gilbert just in time before the albino could get up and fool around with his usual group of idiots.

"Not so fast, bastard. You're coming to my place again," he said, glaring at Gilbert.

"Thanks for the invitation, sweetheart, but I'm not really up for it today."

"I don't give a shit what you're 'up for', we only have like 4 days left!" Lovino yelled, getting up and pulling Gilbert along against his freewill.

"That's plenty of time to jot down some stupid words!" Gilbert groaned, trying to get loose.

"This morning I talked to the teacher, and he said we could turn it in early! But the deadline is in 4 days, so we should finish it today."

"TODAY? That'll take all damn afternoon! My awesome day.. It'll be ruined!" Gilbert whined as he was continually being pulled along.

"You should've thought about that the first time."

No matter how much he protested, the determined Italian managed to drag him all the way back to his house again. Gilbert already felt the boredom creep into his body before they even entered the house. He let out a loud sigh as he removed his shoes and walked towards the stairs again. The only good thing that would come out of this was whatever Feliciano was cooking, it gave off a wonderful aroma and made Gilbert's stomach grumble.

"..Maybe we should see what little Feli is cooking up," Gilbert suggested, getting up from the floor in Lovino's room and walking towards the door.

"Sit your ass down! We're doing this, no food until we finish. I made sure to tell my brother that," Lovino said, pulling Gilbert back down to the short coffee table in the middle of the room.

As they sat in that silent room, they began to discuss the topic of their project. Well, they should've been discussing it, but Lovino was doing all the talking while Gilbert pretended to listen. Once in awhile, he glanced down to look at whatever notes the Italian was writing down on a piece of paper.

"History is so not awesome.."

"History is life, idiot. Don't disgrace our ancestors," Lovino scolded him, thinking of what to write next.

"Wait, we're writing about Italy?" Gilbert asked, noticing that Lovino had written down many events that occurred during the middle ages in Italy. Looking up at the laptop Lovino was using, he saw they were even on the wikipedia page for Italy.

"Yeah, why?"

"We should do it on Germany, much more awesome stuff," Gilbert snorted, grabbing the laptop and typing some things in.

"I already said we're doing it my way! You're just supposed to help, which you haven't been doing at all!" Lovino shouted, trying to grab the laptop back.

"Ja, well I changed my mind. If I'm gonna be apart of this, it's going to be awesome."

"Nothing you do is 'awesome', damn it! You're a lousy, no good bastard, stop living in denial!" he continued to shout. But even Lovino had to admit, that was kind of messed up. It's not like it mattered to Gilbert though, you could say anything to him and he'd just brush it off like he wasn't even listening. Besides, Gilbert had been irritating Lovino all year long! So this was what he deserved, right?

"Whatever," Gilbert said, setting the laptop back onto the table.

This feels awkward..

Lovino continued to research and write down random things, but he couldn't shake the tension in the now completely silent room. Every once in awhile he glanced over at the albino, who was just staring off into space or playing with a pencil. It was probably the only time he wasn't being annoying, and although Lovino should've been relieved, this bothered him.

"Um.. I couldn't find all that much interesting stuff to write about, so.. I was thinking we just do something on Italy's interaction with Germany in the past..?" Lovino suggested, trying to break the uneasy silence.

"Sure, if that's what you wanna do."

"It has to be what you want to do, too!" Lovino said, blushing.

"Oh? You mean I actually get to choose something?" Gilbert asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, yeah.. It is our project. It's only common sense that we both choose," he answered, hoping that he wouldn't later regret what he was saying.

"Feelin' bad about what you said, eh? Alright, let's go with that idea, darling," Gilbert smirked, as if he had been reading Lovino's mind.

"Please, don't push it.." Lovino sighed, moving the laptop into the middle so that they could both see the screen clearly.

And so they finally managed to work together without arguing, not counting the petty argument about who gets to type, and eventually they'd finished working after they took a short break to devour Feliciano's delicious meal once again.

"Finally! Bitches will be jealous when we're the first to turn in our work," Gilbert nodded his head in accomplishment, as he stood up to stretch.

"Suuure. Anyways, Germanic history is pretty.. Interesting," Lovino said, putting away the supplies they had used and neatly stacking the stapled papers on his desk.

"Likewise for the Italian's," Gilbert grinned, then looked at his cellphone, "Shit, it's so late now! Gilbird must be worried.."

"Gilbird? You mean that bird you took to school with you a few times and got in trouble each time?"

"Yeah. I filled his food bowl up with extra seeds, but he might be worried that he hasn't seen me since this morning," he frowned, gathering his bag up.

"Well then if he's eaten, don't worry about it.. It's too late to go home, so you should spend the night here," Lovino suggested, although he couldn't believe it himself how late it'd suddenly gotten. He could hardly even believe he was inviting the devil himself to sleep in his room. Well, perhaps he didn't see him as 'evil' anymore, just a very annoying bastard with problems.

"Oh wait, will your parents get angry if you sleep over at someone's house on a school night?" Lovino asked.

"…No," Gilbert finally replied, after hesitating for a few moments.

"Then it's settled. We'll awaken early in the morning, so you can go back to your place and get a change of clothes for school," Lovino said, walking over to his dresser and rummaging through it before grabbing a random pair of pajamas.

"Here, put these on," he said, shoving them into Gilbert's arms.

"Well, alright," setting the clothes on the table, Gilbert began to take off his shirt.

"Wait! Not in here, use the bathroom, damn it!" Lovino yelled, blushing as he turned his head.

"What's the difference? It's not like you're a girl or vice versa. I don't mind if you look or not," Gilbert winked.

"You're a weird bastard.." Lovino said, turning around as Gilbert continued to undress and put on the pajamas he was given.

Gilbert tugged at the oddly fitted clothing and moved around a bit, trying to get used to them.

"These feel.. so weird. It's like, soft but kind of tight."

"It's your fault for being taller than me," Lovino shrugged as he went into a closet in the hallway and brought back a big comforter and a pillow. But when he entered the room, Gilbert was on his bed and under his covers.

"Hell no! Your ass is sleeping on the floor, sneaky bastard!"

"Boo, you're no fun. I'm the guest, remember?" Gilbert pouted, taking the comforter and positioning himself on the floor next to Lovino's bed.

"Just go to sleep, we have to wake up earlier than usual.." Lovino said, and he lazily climbed into his bed and got comfortable under the covers.

"Wait! I just remembered something," Gilbert randomly blurted out.

"What now?"

"The princess is supposed to get a goodnight kiss from the prince!"

"…That's NOT how it goes, dumb ass! And I'm not a fucking princess, now goodnight!"

It was a goodnight, until Lovino felt warmer than usual and could slightly feel breathing. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to find that the albino was curled up next to him in his bed now, his arms wrapped around Lovino's waist.

"W-What the hell are you doing? !" Lovino whispered loudly, he was tempted to kick the jerk out of his bed, but his body seemed to not want to move.

"Mm.. Oh, the floor wasn't as comfortable as I'd thought.." Gilbert responded, then quickly falling back to sleep.

Lovino groaned, then sighed as he decided this time he wouldn't fight it. Letting his eyelids shut down his vision, he fell back into another deep, peaceful sleep.

The next morning Gilbert was able to return home to change clothes before returning to school, just before the tardy bell rang. Just as they expected, they received a wonderful grade for their little project, and even a little extra credit for turning it in earlier than the deadline. Lovino sat in his seat, feeling ever so accomplished as he could now rest.

"Heeey, Lovi. Lovino, Lovino, Lovino, Lovinoooo."

Oh, that's right, Gilbert had now gone back to being his usual annoying-as-fuck self. Lovino tried to pretend he was asleep, but that plan greatly failed when Gilbert suddenly decided to pull his hair curl!

"CHIGIII!" Lovino screeched, sitting up straight and hatefully glaring at the giggling albino. His face was burning red now.

"Finally, you're awake! I was saying, we should hang out more often," Gilbert said, grinning like an idiot as he had finished copying off of Lovino's work.

You gotta be kidding me..


A/N: Gotta come up with chapter 3, thinking maybe some angsty stuff now. Yeah, need that badly. Hope you enjoyed this little random chapter I didn't put much thought into. :x