I knew Belgie was good friends with Eliza but I didn't think they'd both be so close as to want to make songs with each other during their free time. But Belgie offered a DATE with me! Now… What the hell am I even supposed to write about?

Thinking I might get some inspiration from listening, I slowly turned the CD on. Gotta admit though, Eliza wasn't that bad at playing the piano. This entire song sounded both negative and positive at the same time. How does that happen? Don't ask me, even I'd like to know.

I was actually more impressed with the piano playing than I would've normally been, but I just still couldn't get any lyrics down on paper. After some time of thinking, I laid down on the floor, listening to the song continuously (I had 'endless repeat' turned on, ok?). At some unknown point in time, I had closed my eyes and fallen straight to sleep. But everybody knows I have horrible luck, so as I had drifted off to a wonderful and comfortable sleep, I heard the doorbell ring.

"Feliciano! Get the stupid door!" …and no answer. Oh, right. He was visiting that macho potato bastard again, wasn't he? I groaned and stood up and headed to the door after considering there was no other choice. I opened the door, obviously with a rather annoyed expression and I tried to figure out who it was that could be disturbing my wonderful siesta. I looked out the door and my pondering came to an end.

Antonio. That would make sense.

Antonio's face seemingly brightened up by the sight of me coming into view. Really, this guy is such an idiot. Why does he enjoy barging into my peaceful life so much? Right, he's an idiot. What the hell does he want with me this ti-…

"Lovi~" and with that one word… or name, he waltzed inside without any other further words AND, most of all, without my permission.

"What are you DOING! I didn't tell you that you could come inside! Get out!" I tried pushing that tomato idiot out of the house but… probably because he's in the soccer club, his muscles out strengthened me. Well of course I should've known pushing wouldn't have worked. I pretty much only sleep, sing, and watch TV all day long. Of course I'm not saying I'm ugly. I'm BEAUTIFUL. Just not as strong… Not that I'm going to admit that.

But that bastard… Now that I think about it, he's pretty popular with the girls too… What the heck is wrong with the girls around here, falling for the morons…! After about a quarter of an hour of attempting to drag Mr. Muscles out of my house, I gave up and just decided to let him finish whatever he came here to do and make sure he doesn't demolish the house all together.

All he did, though, was walk straight to my room and open my desk drawer. That drawer he opened up was the one drawer I kept just for the pictures we've all taken together: "We've all" meaning Belgie, Antonio and me.

"Why did you come all the way here in the first place? You know it's rude to just wander into somebody's house, run into their room, and stare at their personal belongings!"

Antonio though, didn't seem to be listening. "…No, I came because I wanted to know if I could copy your homework but…"

But what…? "Don't just cut off your sentence, damn it. Give me a reasonable explanation as to why you're INVADING MY PRIVACY!"

Still ignoring my outburst, he grabbed one of the pictures ol' gramps took of me and him together on our first Halloween and he giggled while reminiscing. "Wasn't this also the time you first met Belgie? She sure did scare you good. After she nearly made you pee your pants, you still tried flirting with her at such a young age. Some people just never change~" He said this last statement with a little chuckle and took that opportunity to poke me in the cheek.

"Hey, I was only a 5 year old Italian kid. What more can I say? Plus, it wasn't pee I almost spilled. It was… male human milk to feed the cows…"

We both stared at each other in the face and broke out laughing hysterically.

After we got ourselves to calm down, there seemed to be an awkward silence between the two of us. To break the tension, I decided to question that tomato bastard, "If you came here to copy my homework, why'd you suddenly come here to stare at my pictures in the first place? I knew you were a creeper but I didn't think you'd be a creeper to the point you'd drool all over our kid pictures, you perverted pedophile."

"Pero Lovi~ That's mean. Plus, I already copied off of Francis earlier."

I really felt like smacking him in the face at this point. "But you just told me you wanted to copy my homework! That's already bothersome enough! And now you're telling me you didn't come to copy in the FIRST PLACE? Why the hell are you even here then!" He must've thought I was out of my mind by now, but then again, I always yell at him with this much energy and spirit. Yes, yelling requires a lot of soul and power to project your point.

Antonio smiled but there was something unusual about his smile.

"Sorry Lovino... I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to see you... But if I'm bothering you, I guess I should leave..."

Hmm... There's something definitely really wrong with Antonio today. He's normally really pushy about hanging out with me. He's normally nagging for him to give him a kiss. What the hell is wrong with him? "Hey, tomato head, quit looking so glum. You're making me feel guilty about who-knows-what-the-hell-you're-upset-about. If you have anything you wanna talk about, just say it."

That idiot just smiled and shook his head, "no, it's nothing, Lovi. But I think I'm going to head home now. I finally did what I wanted to anyways." He briefly tousled my hair carefully, making sure to stay clear of my curl.

Before he could give me any time to interrogate him further, he sprinted out of the house at record speed. I stared at my now empty room and wondered, "...what the fuck is his problem?"

So here's Chapter 2! Hopefully this is a little better than chapter 1 because I definitely had a bit more fun with this one than the last.

Is this making anybody want to read more? :'D LOL.

So what IS wrong with Spain? Will Lovino ever be able to finish writing good lyrics by the allotted time? Keep your eyes out! (haha, I already have this all written out but you guys would know if you continue reading. CX )

Oh, and thank you so much for the 3 people who subscribed to this story! ;U; For the time being, the posting should be fast because this is all prewritten, but the last chapter might take a while since I'm not really sure what to do with the last chapter. Who knows? I might end up extending it past what I currently have. XD Also, thank you so much Yuka Haruna for writing a review as well! My first ever review! :D

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YES! I love them both as well! They're just so good! 3 And Spamano is also my OTP so I hope I can still do them a bit of justice with this. I'm trying my best to keep this amusing for both the readers and for myself, so thank you so much for the support! I hope I am able to live up to yours and others' expectations though by the end of this fanfiction so keep a lookout!

After writing this fanfiction though, I didn't think it'd be so much fun writing. I mean, I know my writing style is still pretty awkward because this is my first story I've literally ever written (besides for English class. LOL) so I have a lot of learning to do. XD

But hopefully I will be able to move up the ladder toward M rated fanfictions too! wb''' –perv-

Well anyways, I'll leave it at here for now~ oUo/'' Goodbye!