I wish I owned Hetalia, but I don't, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.


The next afternoon, Lovino was still trying to make sense of his dream of nonsense. At the same time, Antonio was triyng to get his attention.

"-Vi! Lovi!"

"Huh? What?" Lovino looked around and saw the Spaniard, "Did you say something?"

"I said 'Will you stop annoying yourself because of your dream and watch a movie with me.' You never answered me, so I decided to get your attention by calling you by your cute little nickname nonstop." Antonio said, "After about five hours of trying it finally worked."

... "You're joking about the five hours thing, right?" Lovino blinked.

"Yup." Antonio nodded, "I was only calling your name for, like, less than a minute." he paused, "So, do you want to watch a movie with me?"

"I don't have anything better to do." Lovino sighed, "What's it called?"

"It's an American movie called Alice in Wonderland."

"I will watch anything BUT that." Lovino sighed.

"But why, Lovi~" Antonio whined.

"White rabbits, tea parties, cheshire cats, cards, and everything else in that doesn't exactly appeal to me."

"I guess I'll just watch it alone than." Antonio frowned and sulkily walked into the living room.

Lovino felt a pang of guilt, sighed, and walked into the living room. Antonio looked at him strangely as he sat beside the Spaniard.

Lovino noticed this look and huffed, "What? I changed my mind. Besides, I really don't have anything better to do."

"Are you sure you didn't feel a little guilty, Lovi?"

"N-No, why would I feel guilty about something I said to YOU?"

Antonio smiled softly and started the movie.

By the end of the movie, Lovino had fallen asleep and his head was propped on Antonio's shoulder... Of course Antonio, who thought the movie was cute but not as cute as Lovino, took a mental picture he would keep forever. He switched to a position that made it possible for him to pick Lovino up. He took the sleeping Italian to his room and went to bed himself.

The next morning, Lovino awoke only to see Feliciano with cat ears and a tail... Again... Holy. Freaking. Pizza.

"Is there something I can help you with, Feliciano?" Lovino sighed standing up.

"Nyaa~ I was wondering if you could help me find Ludwig." Feliciano replied, "He keeps disappearing. Not literally though."

"Why am I in a dress? Again." Lovino asked irritated, "I'm dreaming again, right?"

"Maybe~" Feliciano shrugged, "So, can you help he find Ludwig?"

"Is he dressed like a rabbit again?"

"Yup."

"Than no."

"B-But, fratello, i-if you don't than who will?" Feliciano sniffled

"Fine. Fine. I'll help you." Lovino surrendered, "Just don't cry."

"Grazie, fratello!" Felicinao glomped Lovino.

"Please, let go of me." Lovino sighed. He was so going to kill Antonio for making him watch that stupid movie! Or did he watch it willingly? ... No, wait! He watched it because he felt guilty, so it was Antonio's fault! Or was it his fault for making Antonio sad? ... Great... He confused himself...

Anyway, Lovino followed his brother outside. Luckily, he didn't have to listen to Roderich and Elizaveta this time. When they were outside, Feliciano began to talk.

"Nyaa. I keep seeing him here and there, but every time I reach the spot he was at, he's not there anymore. I want you to look everywhere for him, and then bring him back here when you find him."

"Fine." Lovino sighed knowing that there was going to be a lot of nonsense again. He walked off, and then came across Kiku.

"No, I do not want to be three inches tall." Lovino answered an unasked question.

"Are you sure?" Kiku asked, "Being three inches isn't all that bad. Heracles-san and Sadiq-san don't mind it, and nor do I."

"That's nice, but I'm not Heracles, Sadiq, or you." Lovino pointed out, "Last time I checked, I was Lovino Vargas.

"Wouldn't you like to at least see what it's like?"

"No, I'm very content with my current height." Lovino sighed, "Have you seen Ludwig anywhere?"

"I saw him talking with Gilbert-san earlier." Kiku sighed, "He's with Antonio-san and Francis-san right now. They're in the park."

"Grazie." Lovino let out an annoyed sigh and headed for the park.

At the park, the annoyed Italian found The Bad Touch Trio having a tea party... Again.

"Francis, doesn't even drink tea." Lovino sighed walking towards the trio.

"Lovi~" Antonio gasped, "What are doing you doing here?"

"Looking for Ludwig." Lovino sounded very depressed, and Antonio decided that a depressed Lovi was not a good thing.

"Lovi~ What's wrong!" Antonio asked worriedly.

"Nothing." Lovino sighed jumping out of the way before Francis could molest him, "Just nothing." he looked at Gilbert, "Do you know where your brother is?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"Feli forced me to."

"He FORCED you?"

... "He almost started crying."

"Oh." Gilbert nodded, "Well, West is," he paused, "somewhere. You should try talking to Alfred, Arthur, and Mattie."

Say what?

"But Ivan had them beheaded." Lovino said.

"That was yesterday." Gilbert said, "Everything's awesome today."

"What?"

"Don't you know?" Francis asked pulling the Italian close to him, "Just because someone was beheaded one day doesn't mean that they stay dead. They always come back to life the next day as if nothing had happened to them."

"I'm pretending that made sense." Lovino sighed, "Now, let go of me."

Francis was about to reject, but he saw the cold look Antonio was giving him. No, I don't mean cold as in temperature. I mean cold as in mean. So, Francis let the Italian go a took a step away from him.

"I'm going to kill you later." Lovino said to Antonio, "I blame you for everything that is happening to me."

"Lovi, don't blame me!" Antonio cried.

"I can blame you as much as I like." Lovino glared.

"But- But- But-"

"No!" Lovino interrupted, "Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it."

Antonio frowned and began to whimper.

"Hey, don't upset Tonio!" Gilbert shouted, "That's not awesome at all!"

"What do you want me to do? Hug him?" Lovino glared.

"If it helps." Gilbert nodded.

"No."

"Tonio, I give you my awesome permission to do as you please to Lovino." Gilbert smirked , and Lovino's eyes went eide as he was glomped by Antonio... Then the Spaniard did something Lovino was NOT expecting...

Antonio kissed Lovino... On the lips... Holy. Freaking. Pizza.

Lovino, who was stunned beyond all belief, was now trying to sort out his feelings.

Well, when Antonio broke away from the feeling-confused Italian, Lovino looked like he didn't know whether to turn red because of embarrassment or blue because of lack of air. He was also very dazed.

"I think you might've killed him, mon ami." Lovino heard Francis say.

"Uh..." Lovino was really shocked and dazed physically, so he mentally tried to sort out his feelings.

'Well, Antonio is an annoying idiot that is always smiling, but he IS nice, hot, and patient with me. Now that I think about it, his smile looks REALLY good on him, AND he's one of the only people who accept me as I am, and- What the crap? Why am thinking of him like this? I-I can't like him... Can I? Holy pizza! What do I do if I do? Please, God, kill me where I stand.'

"Lovino?" Gilbert waved a heard in front of the Italian's face, "Are you still alive in there?"

"Should Antonio kiss you again?" Francis asked, "Or should I?"

"Go jump in a lake, you French pervert." Lovino glowered.

"Well, that woke him up." Gilbert noted.

"Lovino, why don't you let me help you find Ludwig?" Antonio asked.

"W-Why would I do th-that?" Lovino asked glancing down.

"Because I want to spend more time with my Lovi~" Antonio exclaimed.

"I don't belong to anyone." Lovino grumbled.

"Well, I'm going with you even if you don't want me to!" Antonio decided.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?" Lovino sighed.

"Because you're-"

"I AM NOT CUTE!"

..." Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not!"

"Are too."

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Are!"

"NOT!

"ARE!"

"NOT! NOT! NOT!"

"ARE! ARE! ARE!"

"Will you two stop releasing sexual tension already and go find Ludwig?" Francis asked.

..." Don't confuse loathing with lusting!" Lovino shouted.

"Ah, but I am not." Francis began, "You are confusing lusting with loathing, my dear, little Italian."

"I am NOT!" Lovino glared, "Now go jump in a lake, you French rapist."

"But if I did that, my hair and clothes would become messed up." Francis pointed out, "What lady in their right mind would want a soggy Fenchman?"

"What THING in their right mind would want ANY Frenchman?"

"Your words pain me, Lovino." Francis put a hand to his heart.

"I don't really care."

With those final words, Lovino walked off with Antonio right behind him.

"You know you DON'T have to follow me right?" Lovino asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Of course I know, Lovi. I just WAT to." Antonio repleid, "I just can't stay away from your cuteness. You may have escaped last time, but this time will be different!"

"I hate you." Lovino sighed, "Also, why'd you kiss me?"

"Gilbert said I could do anything I wanted to."

"Are you saying that you WANTED to kiss me." Lovino blushed.

"Maybe~" Antonio winked..

"L-Look, you don't just kiss people without a reason." Lovio sighed, "What was the reason that you wanted to?"

Antonio's eyes went wide, and he tried to reply, but, "W-Well, I-I-I, um, I- It's just- You- He- She- I- We- They- Please, don't eat me!"

"Is it possible that you like me more than a friend?" Lovino asked curiously.

"You'd shoot me if I answered that truthfully." Antonio blushed.

"You have my word that I won't try to harm you." Lovino sighed.

Antonio took a deep breath and began, "Well, I-"

Lovino never got to hear the rest because Ivan Braginski appeared out of nowhere, took out a metal pipe, and hit Lovino on the back of the head with it...

The next thing Lovino knew, he was at Antonio's house.

"Why, oh why, do I have the wierdest dreams?"

Lovino looked at his digital clock to see that it was 10:56.

'I'll just go back to sleep.' Lovino yawned. He rolled over only to come face-to-chest with a certain Spaniard.

...

'What the-' Lovino looked up at the sleep form of Antonio. He was actually kind of... Cute. Of course, he would NEVER in a million years tell Antonio that. 'Well, I'm wide-awake now. That stupid dream really made me question my feelings for this idiotic Spaniard.' Lovino sighed. 'I guess he's really not THAT bad. I mean, he CAN get pretty annoying, but everyone can at times. He IS pretty easy on the eyes, and he likes me as I am. He doesn't want me to be more like my brother and, he thinks I'm cute. I wonder what he was going to say in my dream. I said he was easy on the eyes but I'm going to forget that. He is totally hot. Sexy even, but- but- but- THIS IS COMPLETELY AGAINST MY RELIGION!' he sighed and noticed that his favorite Spaniard had his arms wrapped around him. Lovino's heart sped up dramatically as he remember that Antonio had kissed him in his dream. 'What are these dreams trying to tell me? That he loves me? That I lo-like him? Like? No, that's not it. I love him? Lovino and Antonio. Antonio and Lovino. I like the sound of that. I'm- I'm in love with Antonio.'

The stirring of Antonio brought Lovino out of his thoughts and into reality. Antonio's eyes fluttered opened and he looked at the Italian in his arms.

"Lovi?" Antonio looked at the Italian curiously. Lovino was awake, but instead of trying to kill Antonio for sleeping with and holding him, Lovino was just laying there; starring at the Spaniard.

"You're in my bed." Lovino said.

"Um, yeah. I-I'll leave now if you want me to." Antonio began to get up.

"No!" Lovino sat up quickly, "I-I mean, y-you don't have to. It's kind of cold, isn't? P-Plus, there are no extra blankets or anything, right?"

Antonio, who was very confused, shook his head twice. Then, noticing Lovino's blush, he smiled gently and layed back down. Somehow or another, Lovino was put back in Antonio's arm, but instead of pulling away like usual, he simply snuggled into the Spaniard's chest.

"Bounas noches, Lovi." Antonio whispered. Now, the tired Spaniard might have imagined it, but he might not of. Unfortunately, he was to tired to ask the Italian anything, but Antonio could've sworn the Italian whispered something back.

"Bouna notte, Antonio."