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Chapter 2

THREE MONTHS LATER

This was going to be the worst year ever. Antonio buried his head into his pillow. He couldn't believe he still had seven months to go with this Alfred guy. He wasn't going to make it.

"Hey Toni! Ah shit, sorry, I didn't wake you, did I?" Alfred said as he came into the dorm room and noticed Antonio laying facedown on the bed. Antonio flipped onto his back and lifted his head up slightly off the pillow.

"No, I was already awake." He answered dully.

"Alright, cool!" Alfred said, looking relieved. "Practice was rough, I'm gonna hit the shower and then maybe we can go eat in the dining hall together?"

Antonio just nodded in response and laid his head back. When would these feelings go away? The littlest things could set him off. In this case, it had been the funny text Alfred had sent him just an hour ago.

Having a crush was the worst! Especially when the subject of the crush was in a relationship with someone else. And even more so when the crush was his very own roommate.

Antonio really wished that he could just find someone else to like or that Alfred would break up with Arthur who had yet to come visit since the first time they'd met.

He was interrupted from his reverie by a knock at the door and he walked over to the door in a rush, eager to get away from the daydreams of himself and Alfred making out. "Hi, Franny!" He said a little too loudly when he saw it was his best friend at the door.

The Frenchman smiled. "'Allo Tonio~" he greeted. "Gil and I are about to head down to the dining hall if you want to join us."

Antonio grimaced. "I would, but I'm waiting for Al to finish before heading down. We'll just see you guys there."

"Oh, and where is my favorite little American~?" Francis said, trying to peek past Antonio's shoulder.

"He's in the shower," Antonio answered. "He just got in so we might be a while."

"In the shower, hm?" Francis smirked. "Cher, you should go join him!"

Antonio's eyes widened and he smacked Francis' shoulder. "Shut up!" He said, blushing brightly. He very much regretted telling his best friends about his unrequited crush on Alfred. "Go eat! I'll see you later."

Francis laughed and walked off, always happy to tease his friend. Antonio sighed and willed the blush away. He sat back on his bed right as Alfred came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Water dripped off his very defined chest and stomach.

"Haha, forgot to grab clothes," he said sheepishly, not noticing the blush and dopey look on Antonio's face as he admired the American's body. He rummaged through his drawer quickly and once he had his clothes, rushed back inside.

"Ayudame, Dios…" Antonio sighed to the heavens as the bathroom door closed.

After a nice dinner with Gilbert and Francis, Antonio and Alfred headed back up to their room.

"Toni! You wanna watch a movie?" Alfred asked when the pair were inside.

"Sure!" Antonio chirped. "Did you have a movie in mind?"

"I wanted to watch that new Paranormal Activity movie…" Alfred suggested. "The next show time is in twenty minutes and I think we can make it if we leave right now!"

"Um okay!" Antonio smiled faintly. He really didn't care for those movies, not having found them scary at all but if Alfred wanted to watch it then so did he. "I'll just grab my wallet and we can head out."

"Cool!" Alfred smiled brightly and grabbed his jacket and wallet before taking off with the Spaniard who had to keep reminding himself that this was not a date.

"Are you sure you're okay, Al?" Antonio asked as he and Alfred walked through the dark street back to their dorm building.

"Y-yeah!" Alfred said shakily, looking wildly at their surroundings. "D-dude did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Antonio asked, turning his head to hide a smirk. He was surprised and amused at how easily Alfred got scared.

"That r-rustling!" Alfred lowered his voice to a whisper.

"It was probably the wind blowing through the leaves," Antonio replied in a whisper as well, leaning towards Alfred. "Or maybe it was a ghost…BOO!"

Alfred jumped and shrieked and Antonio burst into loud laughter.

"What the hell, Toni!" Alfred gasped, clutching his chest dramatically as he glared at Antonio.

"I couldn't resist it. Sorry, amigo~" Antonio said between laughs. Alfred huffed loudly and stomped ahead of the Spaniard. Still laughing, the Spaniard ran to catch up to him.

When the pair was back in their room, they immediately got ready for bed, though Antonio continued to tease his friend. He loved seeing Alfred blush.

As Antonio settled down in his bed, Alfred cleared his throat. "Hey Toni? Would you mind if we slept with the bathroom light on tonight?" He asked meekly.

Antonio raised a brow and cracked a small grin. "Go ahead, Alfie. I don't mind," he said.

"Ha, thanks bro." Alfred sighed in relief and he ran from the bathroom door to his bed, curling up under his covers. "Good night."

"Good night. Don't look under the bed~" Antonio couldn't resist teasing Alfred one more time. He chuckled softly when he heard a quiet squeak from under Alfred's blanket.

It was still nighttime when Antonio next woke up. "Toni?" A quiet voice spoke from right next to Antonio's bed. Antonio's eyes widened and he sat up with a scream.

Alfred screamed in response and when Antonio regained his senses, he threw his pillow at the blond.

"ALFRED! What are you doing?! It's three in the damn morning! You know I need my sleep!" He scolded, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry!" Alfred apologized desperately, handing the pillow back to Antonio. "But I couldn't sleep!"

Antonio let out a long sigh. "Que? Why?"

Alfred bit his bottom lip, reluctant to reply until Antonio cleared his throat. "…I had a nightmare." He mumbled, avoiding Antonio's eyes.

"Alfred…" Antonio sighed again. He couldn't stay mad for long. Alfred's pout and puppy dog eyes were killing him.

"I'm really sorry, Toni. I wouldn't bug you if it wasn't this bad…" Alfred muttered. "Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight! Please? It would help me sleep!"

Antonio blinked rapidly, feeling blood rush to his face at the thought of sleeping next to Alfred. "Yeah!" He replied, a little too quickly.

A huge relieved smile broke out on Alfred's face and Antonio scoot aside to make space for him. Not that there was much space to begin with; the bed was twin-sized and both Alfred and Antonio were big guys.

Thanks, Toni! You're the best!" Alfred said happily, snuggling up close to Antonio who was trying hard not to hyperventilate.

"De nada," he breathed, watching as Alfred covered them both with the blanket.

Alfred smiled at Antonio, seemingly unbothered by their close proximity. And they were very close. Antonio could feel Alfred's breath across his face. How did the American always manage to smell so good?

Alfred inhaled softly and closed his eyes. "You smell good…" he mumbled. "'Night, Toni."

"…Buenas noches…" Antonio whispered, staring at Alfred a moment longer before closing his eyes as well.

The bright light streaming through the window woke Antonio up. He groaned softly and nuzzled into the warm, solid thing in front of him. His eyes shot wide open when he felt his lips brush across warm skin. Antonio tried to get up but was being held down by a strong hold. The previous night's events came rushing back to him then and he gasped. Alfred had been scared and had asked to sleep with him! The American was also just waking up. He opened his eyes slowly and yawned before taking notice of Antonio.

"Oh…hey. Good morning, Toni." He greeted, smiling sleepily, resting his forehead against Antonio's. Then he realized what he was doing and pulled back, looking a little alarmed.

Antonio took advantage of this and sat up, wondering if his face was as red as Alfred's.

Alfred stood up and rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. "Ahaha, thanks again for last night…"

"Yeah sure," Antonio said quickly, staring down at his hands.

There was a long silence after that and Antonio continued to look down until he heard the bathroom door close. He sighed heavily and got up, deciding to get dressed for the day. He couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that followed him for the rest of the day.