Title: Escuela de Tomate

Rating:

Genre: Humour, Romance

Summary: High School AU. It's the first day back after summer - Antonio's expecting another year of laughs with his friends and boring lessons, but he didn't expect someone new to find their way into his life. Meet Lovino.

Main Pairings: Spamano, PruHun, France x Everyone

Warnings: Romano's mouth, Hungary being a yaoi fan and France ahead. Proceed with caution.

Rated T for touchy subjects.

Characters: Spain and Romano

A/N: Ewww, another chapter? REALLY, me? REALLY?

You don't know how scared I was when I saw I had reviews for this. XD But thank you for the friendly comments 3

Queen Happo: Ah, thank you! :D I'll change that when I get around to it. I was just using google translate... XD
V-chan-rides-a-roflcopter: I find it sad when people forget Lovi's name, too ;3; But thank you for the review... Lovi will have his POV's too, yes! :D

I have so many ideas for this fic that my head is practically exploding. Ack.

Hopefully this is better than the prologue. We get to meet ANTONIO now. WOOO

Hope you enjoy it. :D

ESCUELA DE TOMATE

Chapter 1

Antonio hummed happily to himself as he made breakfast for his family. He knew how insanely early it was, and that none of his family members would even be awake yet, but he didn't care. He liked seeing his parents and siblings smile. He liked seeing everyone smile, and would go to extreme lengths to make sure everyone did.

Today was his first day back at school after a summer that was filled with warm weather and time spent with his closest friends. Sure, there was the occasional rainy day, but that didn't stop him from trudging out in the rain to see his friends and spend entire days with them.

He knew plenty of people who would say that he must be out of his mind to actually enjoy going to school; to actually anticipate the day when he would return to school after weeks off. He even hated being sick because, of course, that would mean he would have to stay home, and then he wouldn't be able to go to school. And what an absolute horror that would be.

It wasn't that he enjoyed lessons. Well, he did, to an extent - but it was more the people he liked. He didn't mind some lessons; he was good at languages and he could sort of do science and maths wasn't really a problem, even if he couldn't write to save a brick in pyjamas for English, nor could he remember dates and events for history. He had always been told he was good at sport, although he only did that for fun.

No, the lessons were insignificant and Antonio just went through them as if they were nothing, not really bothering to try hard, but not completely skipping out on his education either. He was just that laid back. No, it was the people he got to spend time with - Francis, his perverted yet helpful French friend, Gilbert, the self-proclaimed "awesome" Prussian (No, not German. He hated being called a German because no, he was Prussian.) And even Gilbert's crazy Hungarian "friend with privileges" Elisaveta (No, not girlfriend. Gilbert has commitment issues.) Were all pretty good friends of Antonio's, and there were others who also spoke to Antonio and had befriended him.

There was even the fact that Antonio was pretty much loved by almost every single girl in the school. There was no reason why not, he mused, since he had often been told that he had a charming personality and, creepily enough, Francis had been the one to tell him that in fact, even though Antonio himself didn't notice it, he had a pretty good body.

In any case, despite that it was only just six o'clock in the morning, Antonio was already wide awake, washed and dressed, brushed his curly brown hair, had his own breakfast and was bright and ready for school even though he didn't even have to leave for another hour yet.

First days back were always exciting. At least to Antonio.

After watching his family happily eating the meal he had prepared, he had said goodbye to them all, grabbed his bag, and ran out of the door, eager to see his friends at school, even if they wouldn't arrive ages after him, since he'd arrive very early considering the time he'd left.

After waiting impatiently at the front gate to his school for almost 10 whole minutes, Gilbert and Francis had arrived. Francis had said something about not being able to hang around with them tonight due to a hot date he had, and Gilbert, instead of responding with a usual retort about how Francis always had a date or how awesome he was, said that he, too, would be going on a date that day.

Antonio had pulled a face closely resembling a kicked puppy.

"Awww, you can't leave me alone!" he whined, his olive eyes shadowed with grief, and his lips in a small and childish pout.

"Maybe you should find a girlfriend, oui?" Francis stated simply in a heavy French accent, flipping his wavy blonde hair in a matter-of-fact fashion. To this, Antonio simply frowned.

"Why would I need a girlfriend?" he questioned, blinking innocently. "I'm not looking for one."

"Oh, you don't swing that way, do you?" Gilbert piped in, his face, voice and entire being simply screaming arrogance. "Well, don't worry, Tony, that's still awesome! Just not as awesome as me."

Antonio replied with another whine, pouting even more. Francis and Gilbert simply laughed at his face, and within a matter of seconds, he was laughing along with them.

"Even if you don't want a girlfriend, mon ami," Francis spoke up again. "You should at least get into the dating scene, non?"

"Don't wanna." Antonio replied, his face scrunched into a childish pout once again.

"Why not?" Francis began to pout, too.

"Because, amigo," Antonio stated, "I haven't met the one yet." He seemed proud with his answer, his eyes aglow and his pout replaced with a confident grin.

"And would 'the one' be male or female, might I ask?" Gilbert had still been laughing - he only just managed to stifle his laughter long enough in order to ask the question. To this, Antonio simply shrugged. Unsatisfied with the answer but not feeling like pressing his friend, Gilbert just grimaced.

The friendly banter continued for a short while before the school bell rang out for the first time that school year. Gilbert seemed pained by the sound of the loud bell, but Antonio seemed simply ecstatic to finally go to his first lesson of the year.

"Au revoir, mes amis." Francis left with a wink and a wave; a goodbye that Gilbert and Antonio had become accustomed to over the years, but still found just that little bit weird.

"Adios!" Antonio called out, a cheery grin plastered on his face. "I've got Italian first, so I probably won't see you guys until later… Ah, well!~" Gilbert simply groaned in response as he trudged off to his first lesson, obviously not enjoying the thought of learning at all.

It hadn't taken Antonio very long at all to reach the room in which he would be taking Italian for the next year. He had wanted to take Spanish - since he spoke it fluently already, it would've been a piece of cake - however, the Spanish class had already been full and since he figured Italian was pretty similar, he'd take that instead.

By the time he'd reached the classroom, there were only a few students in the room, and the teacher hadn't even arrived yet. Antonio, being the kind soul he was, noticed a boy sitting alone at the back of the room staring out of the window and immediately went to sit with him.

"Hola!" Antonio greeted him, a cheerful smile gracing his lips. "I'm Antonio!" The boy simply grunted and didn't respond, resting his chin on his palm and continuing to stare out of the window, choosing to ignore the Spaniard.

Antonio simply kept grinning and figured that the boy was just shy, and so took a moment to take in the boys appearance (just so he could recognise him if he saw him later, of course!) He looked barely older than Antonio - about 16 or 17 - and had a roundish, pale face. Antonio also noticed a light sprinkle of red dusting his cheeks - okay, it wasn't light, it was very noticeable - Antonio grinned, thinking that he looked kind of like a tomato. He also had dark, brown hair - it was very tidy, excluding a stray strand of hair that curled at the top curiously. Antonio took a moment to wonder if he styled it to stay that way, or if it was just a stubborn piece of hair that refused to come out of that position.

And then, Antonio noticed, that the red that only slightly covered the boys face and expanded further around his face, and he looked even more like a tomato than before.

"Stop staring at me, dammit!" the boy growled, in what Antonio noticed to be an Italian accent.

"Oh! So you're Italian!~" Antonio grinned at his success in getting the boy to talk - not that he'd really been trying to, but at least he had.

"What about it?" the brunette huffed, turning away from Antonio and trying to avoid his gaze.

"Nothing.~" Antonio took a moment to think about what to say next. "So, like I said, I'm Antonio! What's your name?"

"Lovino." Antonio couldn't help but notice that the brunettes tone was harsh. Had he done something wrong?

"Ohh, what a cute name!" Antonio grinned even more as the blush on Lovino's face deepened even further - if that was even possible.

"W-Whatever." Lovino stuttered, practically spitting his words out, refusing to turn and look at Antonio.

"Sorry to change the subject, but why are you in this class? Don't you know it all already?" Antonio suddenly said after a moment of silence - he felt a little hypocritical asking this question, since he had wanted to take Spanish and, being born and raised in Spain, he already knew it.

"I didn't want to learn French, because French sucks." Lovino seemed glad at the change of subject, and his raging blush seemed to calm down, although he still refused to look at the Spaniard next to him. "And since I'm already fluent in the damn language, I thought I might as well."

"But isn't that cheating, Lovi?~~" Antonio grinned, pleased at the new nickname he'd given the brunette. The mentioning of the name, however, caused the boys blush to immediately creep back onto his cheeks.

"Don't call me that. Only my brother calls me that, and even then, I hate it." Lovino growled a little. "And no, it most certainly is not cheating, dammit."

By now, Antonio had got the hint that the Italian liked to slip curse words into everything he said, even if it didn't need to be there. But, he didn't mind, being the kind soul he was. "You have a brother?" Antonio decided to change the subject again, in fear of further irritating the brunette.

"Yeah. He's an idiot of a brother who hangs around with idiots and is all around idiotic." Lovino replied, his blush once again calming down, though he still wasn't yet confident enough (Antonio assumed it was a lack of confidence, anyway) to turn around, stop staring out of the window and look at the Spaniard.

"How old is he?" realising that Lovino was comfortable talking about his brother, Antonio pressed on.

"Thirteen." Lovino replied, starting to play with his fingers in an almost nervous fashion, though his face was scrunched up into a sort of scowl. "We're three years apart."

"Ohh~ Do you live with your parents?" It only took Antonio a moment to realise he'd said the wrong thing, as the Italian had started to sniff and within a matter of moments, tears were steadily rolling down his cheeks.

"I don't want to talk about it." Antonio reached out a hand in comfort, but Lovino slapped it away. At that, the teacher walked into the classroom. Lovino wouldn't talk to Antonio for the rest of the lesson.

As soon as the bell signalling break went, Antonio moved to pick up his bags, giving the Italian an awkward glance. He noticed that, even though the teacher and every other student had left, Lovino stayed behind.

"Lovi? Everyone is leaving… Don't you want to go to break?" Antonio asked, kindness in his voice. Lovino just grunted - he had stopped crying a long while ago, in fact, he hadn't cried that long at all. He just persisted on ignoring Antonio, presumably so he could avoid any unwanted questions.

"No. Dammit." Lovino scowled, finally allowing himself to speak to the Spaniard, whose face immediately began to glow as soon as the Italian spoke.

"I'm sorry, you know~" Antonio said in almost sing-song voice, determined to get on the Italian's good side, if he had one.

"Whatever. You didn't know." Lovino simply muttered, finally moving and stuffing his books into his bag.

"I reeeally am~" Antonio leaned in to the Italian, pouting. The brunette immediately began blushing again, pushing Antonio away.

"Dammit! You're being creepy!" Lovino spat, but a hint of amusement sparkled in his hazel eyes.

Antonio felt something inside him that moment that he hoped would never go away.

A/N: And finally some fluff. Kind of. I hope I'm not going too fast .3.

Nope, lots of stuff is going to happen before any SRS BSNZ comes up, 'kay? 'Kay.