Hallo again!

Sorry for taking so long we've had to find a day where both me and 'nansij' could write :D

Thanks for the reviews, we appreciate it very much! Everytime we see a review/follow its like we're flying, and can't come down! So we panic, fall and break our neaks. But please keep on the reviewing 'cause we have a lot of damn neaks! :3

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"WHAAAAAT?!"

The Italian started rambling about how unfair that was, and how he didn't want to go on a date with that smiling bastard. A date? His face heated up, at the thought of going on a date with the Spaniard. He was caught up in his ramblings, so he didn't even notice that his mobile was taken. After about 5 minutes of the Italians cursing and blabbering, he finally stopped. He then turned around to see, that the Spanish bastard was holding his mobile.

"What the fuck are you doing with my phone?!" The Italian stepped forward, and snatched his mobile out of the Spaniards hands. He then saw a certain Spaniards number on his screen.

"I was just putting my number in your phone," the Spaniard answered, "and by the way I'm Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, but you can call me Antonio.. or Toni, I don't really care~"

The Italian stood there for a minute, slightly confused, and then mumbled, "Lovino..."

Antonio, who didn't quite understand, then said "I'm sorry, what?"

"M-my name you bastard! I-i'm called Lovino" he said, he was clearly embarrassed.

"Lovi~ What a cute name!" Antonio almost sang.

"My name is not Lovi, you basted! It's Lovino."

"Sure sure~ text me so we can find out when we can go on our date." Antonio said with a wink. He then walked away, leaving Lovino with his jaw hanging.

"I-I-I wha-what?! Oh for fucks sake..." Lovino then walked over to his car, threw the door open, jumped in, and drove home.

(Now there is a time skip 'cause we can't be bothered to write about how it is to drive home with Lovino. Even though it could be interesting ;))

"Fratello you're home!" Feliciano, Lovino's very energetic brother, shouted whilst glomping Lovino.

"G-get… o-off... m-me! Can't... Breathe!" Lovino rasped.

"Sorry~" Feliciano let go of Lovino, "I've made pasta~ would you like some?" Feliciano walked in to the kitchen, as Lovino followed.

"Sure." Lovino sat down at the dining table.

"How did the tomato eating contest go?" Feliciano started stirring his pasta.

"hrrgh… I have to share the prize with a stupid Spaniard."

Lovino retold what had happened that day, while Feliciano made his pasta. When the pasta was finally done, Feliciano split it in half and put it on two plates. He took them over to the table, and sat down in front of Lovino.

Feliciano then spoke. "Are you going to call Antonio then?"

Lovino's cheeks became slightly pink at the thought of the Spaniard, "no"

"Why not?!" Feliciano looked surprised.

After 15 minutes of "discussion" Feliciano had somehow made his brother promise to call Antonio.

Lovino then stomped in to his room and slammed the door, "my stupid brother has to stick his nose into all of my personal business. I don't stick my nose into his business, even if it is with that potato loving bastard." He fell onto his bed and glanced at his phone. I could call him. What's the worst thing that could happen? It's just a free meal. Damn it. I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna call him!

Lovino picked his phone up, and found Antonio's number. He pressed 'call', and could hear the phone dialing. Then he heard a familiar voice saying "Hola~"

Lovino froze.

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!

Totally a cliffhanger here, now you have to wait~ :P

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Bye bye!