Chapter 2

The screen showed a red screen, with shouting coming from whoever was at the other side. Two voices could be heard, one was laughing and the other swearing.

'Why the fuck did I even agree to this, It's your fault, tomato bastard!'

The red screen changed to a bleary one before focusing on the angry Italian, Lovino.
The two men moved back, the grumpy Italian being held by the cheerful Spaniard. A thick blush covered Lovino's face as he turned away from the camera slightly. The colourful text came back, showing each one's name.

The voice over came back;

'Here we have out resident, grumpy Italian, Lovino Vargas. He works as a choreographer, dance teacher and dancer at 'World studios'. He also frequently helps out the students at 'W' academy with dance lessons and even helping out with some music videos. He may come of as a little feisty and rude but he is lovable, deep down.'

A hushed curse could be heard from the Italian, before a quiet laugh.

'Next, is the Cheerful Spaniard, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. He teachers guitar at numerous schools, but teaches an advanced class 'W' Academy. This Spaniard is always happy and full of energy, but is very protective of his little Italian.

Soon a clip came on of the Spaniard squashing the Italian into his arms. Lovino started to struggle and was released quickly. He punched him in the stomach before grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away. The screen went blank, leaving some members of the audience laughing. Soon a shot of the two came on. They sat on a black sofa with a white coffee table in front of them and gave a clear view of the balcony behind them. Lovino sat cross-legged, holding a cup of coffee. Antonio sat close to him, with one leg over the other and one hand on a cushion, waiting for his lovers to meet it.

The text appeared:

'How did you two meet?'

Antonio chuckled while Lovino leaned forward to place his cup on the coffee table, when he sat back up, he was greeted with his lovers arm waiting to pull him in for a hug. Lovino sighed giving a puzzled look on his face before answering.

'At that damn dance contest.'

Antonio laughed while Lovino looked Grumpy. He sighed before continuing his story.

'There was a dance contest for the place I used to work at. I was only there to help them go over the dance and stuff. But the girl that dickwad was working with baled at the last minute so they needed a stand in. and the only person was me.'

He sighed heavily. Antonio bellowed out a great laugh, pulling the Italian closer.

'He was so angry. he was screaming at all the officials. And when he showed me the dance, He was so red, like a little tomato.'

He said with a huge grin on his face. Lovino turned a fantastic shade of crimson before turning to his lover and shouting:

'Vaffanculo, pomodoro di bastardo!'

In the audience there was a very shocked Feliciano and somewhere a British man chuckled. Some subtitles came up translating what the Italian had said
'Fuck you, Tomato Bastard!'

'Well you were really red. but you're an amazing dancer.'

The Italian was quiet, his cheeks becoming more red.

'He moved with so much passion and put every ounce of energy into what he did. He was amazing and I really looked up to him for it.'

Lovino leaned back into the Spaniard and pulled his arm over him. The Spaniard smiled down at his blushing lover and pulled him a little closer. The audience coed, causing Lovino to groan and his lover to laugh. Another question came across the screen.

'How did you get together'

Antonio smiled softly, holding his lover.

'I used to work at a school not to far from 'W', teaching basic guitar to some of the kids . It turned out Lovi worked there at the same time I did and we just ended up talking.'

'More like you wouldn't fuckin' leave me alone.' Huffed the blushing Italian.

'Well anyway, after talking for a while, I decided to ask him to come to the carnival with me. We had a fun night, going on rides and stuff, but the best part when we went on the feris wheel. I took his hand in mine and asked him to be my boyfriend. He was so cute, all red and flustered.'

The Italian pouted and looked up at his Spaniard.

'You're so corny!' He stated, crossing his arms in a grump.

The audience began to laugh again, leaving an embarrassed Lovino. The screen once again faded out, showing a new question.

'What's your best memory together?'

Antonio answered quickly;

'For me, It was when I introduced him to Francis and Arthur. They're family so I was kind of nervous. But it went really well and I was kind of shocked at how well he got on with Arthur.'

'What, smart minds think a like.' Lovino stated Triumphantly.

There was a little chuckle and a slight pause before Lovino spoke.

'When we went to Italy.' He said, a thick blush across his cheeks.

Antonio looked down.

'Really?' He asked

'Yes, Tomato bastard. We went to my house with Feli for a couple of weeks and Antonio met my Grandfather. Those two were both as stupid as each other so they got along pretty well. I'm just glad Nonno got to meet him.'

Lovino smiled while Antonio placed a loving kiss to the Italians head. Lovino waved his hands wildly above his head while the Spaniard chuckled.

The next question mad the audience sit in an uncomfortable silence.

''What happened at the bar?'

Lovino looked down a little as the Spaniard took his hand in comfort.

'I-It was a while back but me and Feli went out for a drink. We were celebrating the frog bastard's birthday. I was sat at the bar waiting for Antonio and this guy came up to me. He was really drunk and wouldn't leave me alone.'

He took in a nervous breath, he wasn't even looking at Kiku anymore. Antonio leaned down and whispered something to him, but Lovino shook his head.

'I told him to leave me alone a bunch of times but he didn't get the message, so I pushed him away. It must have been a pretty stupid idea, 'cause the next thing I knew I had a knife in my side and the bastard had thrown me over the bar.

His voice cracked on the last sentence and he started shaking a little. Antonio's hand soothingly rubbed Lovino's back.

'I didn't trust anyone after that. I hated it when people touched me or even talked to me. I don't think I'd have gotten through it without Antonio and the British bastard. I owe them a lot.' He said, taking a deep breath and calming down a little.

The screen changed to a shot of a blonde man with green eyes sipping on a cup of tea. He had thick eyebrows and an ugly green jumper.

'Unfortunately, It's hard to trust people after instances like this. You become more self-conscious and afraid of your everyday situations. I helped Lovino come back from his accident. We talked a lot, worked through his problems and little by little, got him to learn to trust his loved ones and people around him. Antonio worked with him too. I'm glad he's back to his usual grumpy self again.'

He said. The thick British accent flowing through his words like molasses.

The shot changed to one of Lovino on his balcony, a cigarette between his fingers. He took a drag on his cigarette before looking at Kiku.

'I-I probably don't show it very well but I don't know what I'd do if Antonio wasn't in my life.'

He took another drag and looked over the balcony. The red and pinks of the evening flooded the sky.

'A couple weeks ago my Nonno died. And it fuckin' broke me.'

His hand shook a little as a trail of smoke left his lips.

'Feli wasn't as close to him as I was. Feli was always the closest to our parents, he was the golden child. I was kind of ignored by them, so when I did need a parent Nonno was there. He always there for me, be it my dancing shows or coming out. Antonio meeting him was the scariest thing I've ever done, honestly. In Italy, family is everything, so Nonno knew I was pretty Serious.

Antonio stood in the door frame, Lovino didn't even notice he was there, he was looking over the balcony.

'I was pretty much saying I wanted him to be in my family. And I've never seen Nonno so happy as he was then. He just smiled and ruffled my hair like he normally does.'

Lovino was shaking, fighting back tears. Antonio had his hand over his mouth in shock, but waited for him to continue.

'And then I got the phone call. He died in his sleep. I couldn't stop crying for days and the only person to comfort me was Antonio, So I have a lot I owe him for that. I've never let anyone other then him see me like that.

He rubbed his cigarette stub against the nearby ashtray and turned around to be pulled into the Spaniard's chest.

'Te amo, Lovi'

'Ti amo'

The silhouette of the couple on the balcony came up. It was magical against the sunset and showed the passion and love the two felt for each other.

The screen faded to black before the screen 'Third interview' came up.


Hey guys, sorry it took so long to write this. I had so many ideas for this it was crazy, I just couldn't pick one. However now I have and I hope you enjoy it.

In response to one of my reviews from last chapter from Calistrophia:
Canada is in this story though he is with Prussia. I'm not going for popular pairing, I'm going with ones that I personally ship cause I have a bunch of Ideas for each one. I can't honestly see him with anyone else, so I'm sorry to disappoint.

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