Title: Escuela de Tomate
Rating: T to be safe
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: OHHH MY GGGGOOOSSSHH WWHHYYYY
Maybe I should stop feeling so bad that I'm writing this and just GET ON AND WRITE IT. D:
The ideas are still bursting out of my head like nobody's business. Oh my.
Read on!

ESCUELA DE TOMATE

Chapter 2

Antonio sat quietly in his room, reflecting on the day's events. After Italian class, he'd been happier than usual - not that anyone else he knew really noticed. He didn't see his favourite brunette Italian again until the last lesson, where they had been forced to sit in alphabetical order and since Antonio was Antonio Carriedo and Lovino was Lovino Vargas, they'd been sat at practically opposite ends of the room.

Antonio had tried to talk to the Italian after school, but he had been shrugged off, with Lovino simply retorting that no, they were not friends, and he "Had to get home, dammit!"

Antonio had offered to give him a ride home, but Lovino had insisted that he could walk, and had marched off, no longer willing to talk to the Spaniard. Nonetheless, Antonio had grinned, waved goodbye, and proceeded to go home.

His mother and asked him how his first day back was, but he didn't respond. He simply gave his family a grin before heading up to his room, willing that the day would end soon so he would be back at school, back in his Italian class, back with Lovino.

Time had gone by slower than Antonio had expected, and by eight o'clock he just wanted to sleep the rest of the day away, but his plans were disturbed by his phone ringing.

"Hey, sorry I couldn't hang today, Tony!" Gilbert's immediately recognizable German accent practically burst into Antonio's eardrums.

"It's okay!" Antonio replied cheerfully. "I'm kind of bored, though!~"

"Yeah, sorry about that!" Antonio could hear Gilbert laugh from the other end. "Well, the real reason I called was to ask you something for Liz."

Antonio could feel something inside of him shatter and the thought of Elisaveta wanting to ask him something. He could almost see what was coming, he could practically hear it already-

"She wanted to know if she could borrow your car for something she and Kiku are doing next weekend." A wave of relief washed over Antonio, though he feared for whomever was the victim of Hungary and her minions' stalking.

"That's fine!" Antonio tried his hardest to hide the mixed emotions that were stirring inside of him at that moment.

"Thanks, bro! See you at school tomorrow, yeah?" and with that, Gilbert hung up. He was known for his horribly short and blunt phone conversations, but Antonio didn't mind.

And then, finally bored of just sitting around and waiting, he got himself ready for bed, hid himself underneath the covers, and dreamt of tomatoes until early the next morning.

Antonio woke up later than usual the next day. Thinking it was the usual time he woke up, he got himself ready calmly and slowly, being the laid-back Spaniard that he was. It was only when he went downstairs and noticed that breakfast was already prepared and his family was beginning to leave for their respective education and work that it dawned on him that he had overslept.

He shot his mother an apologetic look before quickly eating his breakfast and shooting out of the door, into his car and drove quickly to school, just in time for the bell. At this point, he now had however long he wanted to calmly get to Italian and sit down, though he just had a feeling that Lovino would be early.

It turned out his suspicions were correct - as soon as he stepped into the room the first thing he noticed was his favourite Italian sitting alone at that same spot, once again staring out of the window.

"Hi, Lovi!" Antonio promptly sat down next to the brunette, who simply grunted.

"Hey." He didn't seem as annoyed this time, and Antonio found himself pouting when that blush that made Lovino look oh-so-much like a tomato didn't appear.

"Soo…~" keen on starting a conversation, Antonio gave Lovino a curious gaze, wondering if he had anything to say.

"What is it?" Lovino growled, rubbing his forehead in what seemed to be irritation.

"…So, you're Italian?~ What are you doing in America?~" Antonio asked after a brief moment of hesitation.

"I thought we gathered that I was Italian yesterday?" the brunette snapped, but nonetheless, he replied. "I moved to America with my Grandfather and my brother when I was 10 years old. I don't know why and I probably never will. And I don't really care."

"How long have you been going to this school?~ I've been here for years and I never saw you!~" Antonio was suddenly keen on knowing everything there was to know about Lovino, nosey and rude as it seemed.

"Since yesterday." Lovino let out a small groan. "Look, I don't really want to talk."

"Why not?" Antonio gave Lovino his best lost kitten look, keen on anything but silence.

"Because you're annoying." Lovino said bluntly. To that, Antonio just pouted, as the teacher had entered the room, so he couldn't further continue their conversation. That didn't stop Antonio from pestering the grumpy Italian throughout the lesson.

"You're really annoying." Lovino repeated his previous insult as Antonio followed him around at lunchtime, trying to persuade him to talk.

"If you don't want to talk about yourself, why don't you ask me questions?" Antonio pointed out, giving the Italian a light poke.

"Okay. Why don't you leave me alone?" Lovino said bluntly, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Because I like you, Lovi! You're fun to talk to!" And there came that blush again. Antonio grinned. "You look just like a tomato when you blush, Lovi!"

Lovino spluttered, practically choking on his pasta. "I-I what?"

"I said, 'you look like a tomato when you blush'!" Antonio repeated. "It's okay! I like tomatoes! They're cute!"

Lovino spluttered again, this time actually choking. "A-Are you calling me cute? What the hell, Antonio!" Antonio simply laughed at him, stealing one of the tomatoes in Lovino's pasta, and eating it.

"Leave my lunch alone." Lovino growled, annoyance clear on his face. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

Antonio opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a strong French accent.

"Excusez moi, may we sit with you, Antonio?" Francis said, giving Lovino a quick wink. Antonio felt a strange feeling - different to the ones he had yesterday - and he didn't like it.

"Oh. No wonder Antonio is such a creeper. He's friends with you," Lovino spat, about to stand up, but Gilbert's hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Huh~?" Antonio gave Francis a sideways glance, curious as to what Lovino meant.

"Lovino here is in me and Francis' maths class." Gilbert said. "He doesn't get to sit with the awesome me, but he gets to sit next to Francis."

"Oui~" Francis gave Lovino another wink, which the latter scowled at. The feeling wouldn't leave Antonio's stomach. He wished he knew what it was.

"What's this about you being a creeper, Tony?" Gilbert asked, arrogance still present even in his questioning tone. He suddenly burst into laughter. "The awesome me was right! You DO like guys, don't you, Tony! Bwahaha!" He spluttered, slamming his first repeatedly into the table, causing Lovino to scowl.

Antonio could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, yet he still managed to pout oh-so childishly at his albino friend, though he suddenly felt too choked up to reply. He wondered why. Luckily for him, Lovino hadn't known Gilbert long enough to understand him when he went into laughing fits like this.

"Anyway," Francis interrupted, noticing Antonio's sudden embarrassment. "How has your day been, mon amis?"

"Fine until you all showed up," Lovino scowled again, but had to mentally slap himself as he hadn't said his day was bad when Antonio showed up. Luckily, the Spaniard had been too busy trying to hide his face from view to notice.

"Ahh… My day?~" Antonio rose from behind his hands, a thoughtful expression present. "It's been fine, I suppose!~" He didn't notice when Lovino's face fell slightly.

"It sucks that you're not in the same classes as me and Francis, 'Tonio," Gilbert said, eating some wurst he'd brought for lunch. "We're in pretty much all the same classes, and you don't get to spend one with us."

"That's okay!" Antonio grinned. "I get to spent half of my lessons with Lovi, so it's fine!~"

"S-Stop calling me Lovi! Idiota!" Lovino practically spat the words out as yet another raging tomato-blush spread across his face.

"Doesn't Lovi look so cute when he blushes?" Antonio chuckled, ignoring the Italian's rudeness. "Muy dulce."

"Stai zitto! Stupido!" Lovino's tomato-blush grew impossibly deeper. "You know Italian is not that different from Spanish, right? I know esattemente che diavola che stai dicendo!"

"I noticed," Antonio continued to ignore his insults. "You speak in Italian more when you're flustered.~"

"Shut up."

"Ahh, amour de jeunesse~" Francis interrupted the one-sided argument with some French that sounded oddly familiar to everyone that was present.

"Pezzo di merda…" Lovino growled, shooting Francis a glare.

"Lovi, did you just swear? Bad!" Antonio pouted, then grinned almost immediately after as he ruffled the Italian's hair. He noticed Lovino flinched a little when his hand came close to the stubborn curl in the middle of his hair.

"I wonder if his hair does the same thing that his brother's does," Francis mused out loud, causing Lovino to shoot an angry glare in his direction.

"Don't you say anything, bastard." Lovino cursed between gritted teeth, his eyebrows furrowed.

Antonio was curious now. "I don't get it…"

"And you don't want to get it." the Italian hissed.

"Fine, fine~" Antonio wanted to press on, but there was another matter that had come up just then that was confusing him. "Francis, how do you know Lovi's brother?"

Francis chuckled. "Oh, family relations. Not blood relations, of course, but our family's know eachother, oui."

"Aww, so you could've introduced me to Lovi all this time, but you never thought to? You're so mean, Francis…" Antonio didn't turn to look at Lovino, but he hoped he'd brought that cute tomato-blush back.

"Why would you want to meet him?" Gilbert piped in, having not spoken for a while due to viciously eating his lunch. "He's kinda… You know." Lovino shot the albino an angry glare.

"It's okay!~" Antonio grinned. "You know me! I don't care about that sort of thing! I mean, personality does count, but Lovi's personality isn't thatbad!"

"I don't know if I should be flattered or not." Lovino frowned. "Bastard."

"Non, I'm sure you want to remain with our little Italian friend here because he is cute." Francis winked at the furious brunette, who seemed about ready to get up and go.

"Of course Lovi is cute!" Antonio laughed. "But I say that to a lot of people!"

Lovino had an unreadable look in his eye as he suddenly picked up his lunch, got up, and walked away.

A/N Is it just me or does Lovi get angry at Antonio at the end of every chapter? XD
This chapter originally had a very different and much crackier ending which I'll be sure to share with you guys some day… Maybe when I've finally finished writing this, yeah?
If anyone has any corrections for any one of the foreign languages, be sure to notify me… I'm going from knowledge and online translators here, so I'm sure I've got a lot of it wrong.
Is it bad to still think the chapters are too short…?

Oh, and I won't update as frequently now. I already had these chapters written out when I first posted the prologue, so...
Also, is there any pairings you guys specifically want to see in this fanfiction? I won't accept all and they won't be very obvious but I'll slip them in here and there. :3