Lovino had moved with his family when he was nine and now they lived in America. He couldn't understand why, it was much more different that Italy was and he immediately hated it. He knew Antonio had moved here as well a year and a half back but he couldn't remember what state he said it was. They planned to keep in touch though, as Antoni's mother had Lovino's mother's phone number and vice versa so if they wanted to speak they just had to ask. Lovino was in middle school now while Feliciano was still in Elementary school and Lovino hated being the new kid. He had heard back home that fifth grade was terrible but fifth grade in a new school with new people in a whole new country? that was bound to be way worse than horrible.
On the very first day the whole class had to introduce their selves and when it was Lovino's turn he was blushing already. "I-I'm...M-My...M-my name is L-Lovino...V-V-Vargas and I-I came from I-Italy..." He murmured, Face warming more when someone yelled out 'If you're Italian why isn't your name Mario?!' and he muttered something about how not all Italian's were named Mario before scurrying to his seat. 8 more periods of that and he felt tears stinging his eyes when his mother asked how his first day had went. He burst into tears and clung to her,whimpering as she murmured soothing words to her son to calm him down.
That night Lovino lay in his bed and stared at his wrist,sighing " 8 years, 4 months and 9 days" he read aloud, frowning at the blinking numbers in his wrist. "Why can't you get here already? I'm tired of waiting for you" He muttered,huffing softly as he turned over in his bed. Why did he have to wait so long for his soul mate to show up? Why couldn't he have met him by now? Why couldn't it be someone he already knew? It just wasn't fair and he hated it. Feliciano got to meet his soul mate two years before Lovino could. He got to fall in love before Lovino could. Feliciano always got everything before Lovino could and he hated it!
For the next few weeks before school Lovino would pull arm bands on and sighed, he didn't want to see those numbers mocking him so hard. He didn't want to be reminded that he didn't have someone to call his own and that he'd still have to wait so long. Today, When he got to school he ignored the calls of 'Mario!' and trudged his way to the library. He found it was better to just sit in there before the first bell rang. at least in there no one bothered him. Because no one could talk to him. Before he could open the door however he was grabbed by the arm and pulled into a hug by someone speaking rapidly in Spanish and English. Lovino knew that voice by now and elbowed his 'attacker' in the ribs, grinning at his pained grunt.
Turning around he huffed, placing a hand on his hip "Antonio you fucking idiot, don't do that!" he growled,glaring up at the taller male who just laughed. "I couldn't help it! I missed you. Oh! I went to Europe this summer Lovi! we went to France and to Germany and I made new friends!" Antonio exclaimed,practically jumping up and down in his excitement. Loving raised an eyebrow "You,made friends? who were they, the voices in your head?" he teased but the Spaniard just laughed once more "No Lovi,silly. They're actual people. Francis is from France and Gilbert is from Germany but I just call them Franny and Gil, I'm sure you'd like them,maybe you can meet them one day~" Lovino doubted that, if they were friends with Antonio that meant they were strange and he had enough of strange things.
For the rest of the year he had Antonio caught up for the time they had been apart and Antonio told Lovino all about the tow friends he had made on his trip. Loving learned that Francis was an only child but liked to call himself 'big Brother' when talking to his younger friends. Antonio had said Lovino and Gilbert had a lot in common but the only thing Lovino thought they had the same was that they both had a younger brother and it seemed Gilbert's younger brother was in the same grade Feliciano was. Loving wasn't told how old they were but he assumed they were around Antonio's age.
When Lovino passed sixth grade his mother made a big deal of it. She invited their grandfather to come over from Italy to celebrate with them and invited Antonio and his mother and even went as far as inviting some kids whose parents she'd met at parent teacher conferences. Loving was not happy. He barely even talked to any of those kids, he didn't know their names and judging by how they called him Mario still, they didn't know his. To be Frank, He was not happy after passing sixth grade.