…. Lovino will have some interesting mornings. (Chapter 2)

Just so you know: some of the ideas I get for things that happen in this fanfics are from others I read, roleplays, and my fantasies. So don't be too surprised if you see something happened that similar to something else you read ^^;

So you don't get the wrong idea, I don't copy things, most ideas are my own, but I get inspired from time to time :)

"Ring ring ring ring ring banana phone!"

"Ugh…" Lovino groaned and forced his eyes to open.

Yes that was his alarm. He didn't like it though, if you couldn't already assume so. Lovino chose that alarm because it's abnoxious and repetitive, he then set up his clock on the other side of the room so he would have to get up and turn it off instead of slamming the shit out of it and sleeping in. (He used to do that and well… lets just say he had to buy a new clock after the first day of school)

"Good morning, sleepy fratello!~" and as always, his brother came skipping into his-… er… their room. If Lovino knows his brother as well as he thinks he does, then Veneciano probably already ate breakfast… that's the only reason he gets up early on school days. Their mother feels that they have to have a big breakfast on weekdays. This motivates Feli to burst out of bed, already hungry, and ask for a big bowl of pasta.

"Ugh. Leave me alone, Feli… I'm tired" Lovino rubbed his eyes. The Banana song was still playing loudly as ever, he still hadn't gotten up to turn it off.

"Ve… I can tell, Fratello" he nodded and turned off the alarm for him, "but you've got to wake up~ You're going to school with Antonio, remember?"

"Oh…. Yea." Lovino sighed and rolled onto his side, he looked at his brother with irritated, narrowed eyes.

"Ve? Aren't you exited?"

"No!" Lovino scoffed, but Veneciano only grinned in response to the older Italian. This was when he realized he might have responded a bit too fast.

"Shut up, dammit! I don't want to spend a goddamned minute with that bastard. I only say yes because I felt pity for him…" Lovino was now sitting up with crossed arms.

"Si, Fratello. Antonio's pout is very persuasive." His brother eagerly nodded and jumped forward, taking Lovino's hand and jerking him up to stand.

"It's not persuasive! I'm strong and wouldn't give in fro—Ach!" He swore he heard his arm crack as he swung up.

"What the fuck was that for, dammit?" Lovino stumbled forward a little and rubbed where his arm and shoulder connected.

"Ve~ You need to get up and get dressed, Silly~" Veneciano seemed to flutter towards the door, "I'll make you some pasta!" he decided and left.

"Hmph. Stupid school… Antonio… bastard..." Those were a few of the words that Lovino muttered as he got dressed and slowly got himself down the staircase. He noticed their mom wasn't around, so she must have left for work early.

The Italian took a seat in front of his bowl and stabbed his fork into the mass of pasta before twisting it and swiping up just enough pasta to fit in his mouth all at once.

Veneciano blinked when there was a knock at the door, not too much later. It was of course, Antonio.

"Hola~" Lovino seemed aggravated by the Spanish greeting. Speaking of him, Lovino was somewhat hunched over on the stool, with pasta stuffed in his mouth. It made him look quite funny and cute. Don't get the wrong idea though! he did that so he had an excuse to not talk.

Antonio wasn't sure if to hug the teen. He looked like an adorable, grumpy chipmunk. He didn't have to think much longer before attacking the Italian with a strong bear hug. The Spaniard smiled.

Lovino, though, almost choked. He wanted to yell at him but with all the pasta it was impossible. So he resorted to trying to push him off.

"Mmmmnnmguhmehm!" Were the noises of struggle that came from Lovino. What he was trying to say was probably something with many fuck's, dammit's, and bastard's.

This made Antonio laugh and let go, "Hurry up and finish, Lovi~ so we can go"

Lovino finally managed to swallow all the pasta he forced into his mouth. It made him feel like there was a rock in his stomach.

"Ve!~ I'm going to go to meet up with Ludwig now, he said we would meet each other by the bench so we don't get held up waiting!" Before anyone could say goodbye, or in Lovino's case, object, Veneciano was out the door.

When Lovino was done with his pasta he slid off the stool and snatched his book bag.

"Lets get a move on, bastard"

"Of course!~" Antonio smiled and opened the door for Lovino, letting him out first. All that got him was a glare and a huff.

Lovino looked surprised, not in a good way, when he saw Antonio's bike.

"Why the fuck did you bring your bike, dumb ass. I don't have a bike."

"I though you could go on the pegs while I ride, so we can get there quicker." He admitted.

Getting to school quicker, you say?

That sounds convenient, the less time he had to spend with that Spaniard, the better.

"Fine, fine." He kept his usual face expression as Antonio's eyes sparkled and he quickly got onto the bike. He signaled for Lovino to get onto the back pegs of the bike.

With a sigh he put one foot on it and swung his other leg over, leaning over slightly to see that he put his foot in the right place.

"Okay, now hold on to me so you don't fall off." Lovino's eyes widened. He hadn't thought about that part. He didn't want to hold onto the bastard! Especially from behind all close like…

He gingerly held on by wrapping his arms around under the Spaniard teen's arms. He made sure to barely touch him, even this alone made him already feel heat in his cheeks.

"You'll want to hold on tighter than that~" he laughed.

"Why-?" He was cut of by his own abrupt scream, that sounded a bit more like a girlish yelp, when Antonio started peddling really fast.

Lovino clung for dear life then, pressing the side of his face against the others back.

Cars were one thing (Lovino, being with his Italian family is used to really fast driving. If you didn't know) but this bike just seemed unsafe, call him what you want (a wuss), but it scared the shit out of him. Standing on two metal 'sticks' and depending on his arms to cling onto the bastard so he didn't fly off.

Antonio took a turn here and there. To him, and anyone else, this was normal speed. He was surprised a guy like Lovino was scared of riding the back of a bike. The Spaniard couldn't help but smile as he felt the shorter teen's arms and face pressed up against him.

Translations:

Fratello - Brother

Hola - Hello