Here's my first requested chapter! I hope you like it, Katie-Kat1129! It's not exactly what you asked for, but I hope it's good enough!
Antonio made his way down the hall of his school happily, a smile plastered on his face. He was in a good mood (was he ever not in a good mood?) and was quite happy to be going homw, even if it was a little late to leave. He began whistling a tune, swinging his Spanish flag printed messenger bag from side to side. His joyous whistling stopped short as he heard a scream and the bang of skin against metal. "Huh?" He questioned to himself. He followed the sound of whimpering to the east hallway. "P-please, s-stop!" He heard an Italian-accented voice say. "Lovino?" He peeked around the hallway to see a bruised and bloody Lovino laying in the hallway, crying by a locker. "Heh, the faggot wants us to stop!" Said a jock. "Well we ain't gonna 'til he's down for the count." Said another.
Antonio felt his blood begin to boil. How could they do this? WHY would they do this?! He internally questioned. He watched the athletes bring their feet down to meet Lovino's body until he could watch no more. "Hey!" He yelled out suddenly. "What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled. The jocks turned to face him, smirks on their faces. "We're doing to him what we did to you, fag!" Yelled one. Antonio froze. They don't mean… His face turned into a deep scowl. "No you're not!" He said as he charged towards them, his usually happy appearance gone completely. He brought his tanned fist down onto a blond's face, soon whirling around to roundhouse kick a ginger.
He felt as though he had no chance of winning against the group of five, but continued fighting anyway. If he could protect his best friend, the scars and bruises would be worth it. He felt a foot connect with his chest harshly, more likely than not breaking a few ribs. "Ay!" He yelled as he fell to the ground. Another's foot was brought down on his face, and more all over his body. He felt a steady stream of blood pour from his nose, as well as a few scratches. He managed to stand back up and left hook one of the muscled boys in the face hard enough to teach him a lesson. This distracted the others enough to allow Antonio to pick Lovino up (with much difficulty) and run away, towards his home.
When Lovino awakened from his unconsciousness, he was laying on a couch. "Hm?" He tried sitting up, but to no avail. It hurt him too much to sit up, so he remained in his side. He did, however, look around. He recognized the place. It was Antonio's house. "A-Antonio?" He called out weakly. "Ah, Lovi! You woke up!" Came a Spanish voice. He saw Antonio enter the living room and sit on the floor beside the couch. Why is he covered in bandages? He thought, eyeing the wrappings around his best friend. "So how are you feeling?" Asked the Spaniard. "My head hurts like hell and my leg feels like it's on fire. The hell's wrong with you?" He questioned, motioning towards the bandages. "Nothing you should be worried about." This answer wasn't good enough for Lovino, but he was too weak to argue. "Why did they do that?" Antonio asked suddenly. "I…I came out to my class today." He said, not looking Antonio in the eyes. "They did that to me when I came out, too…" Antonio said.
They sat in silence for a while. "So you're gay." Antonio finally said. Lovino nodded hesitantly. "Y-yeah." was the only thing he said. "And so am I." "Yeah." Silence. "Would you…" His pulse sped up as he thought about what he was doing. "Would you like to be gay together?" He asked. Lovino let a small smile appear in his face. "Si. Ti amo, Toni." He admitted, blushing. "Te amo." Antonio said in return, placing a small kiss on Lovino's bandaged head. "I'll never let them hurt you again." Promised the Spaniard. "You better not, bastard…" Lovino muttered, falling asleep.