Hey everyone! Ok, so I wrote this chapter before realizing... I still haven't introduced anymore characters T.T I'm sorry... I promise the next chapter will be filled with every Hetalia character ever! (Okay, that's a lie, but there will be a lot of other characters, sorry to keep y'all waiting...) Please remember to review, I am so grateful to any help whatsoever!

Disclaimer: Day 03- I have just recently started my mission to take over the entire anime world. At this point, I am still gathering troops to support me, so I will begrudgingly say that I do not own any of the characters in this story. However, I am positive of my future... One day!...

"Ready to go to bed, Lovi?" Antonio questioned, his hand still on Lovino's shoulders. His smile was so wide that his eyes were shut in excitement. He opened them after a few moments because he could feel something light hitting his chest. Antonio looked down and watched Lovino repeatedly punch him.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to fucking call me Lovi?!" Lovino shouted. He stopped hitting the annoying Spaniard when he heard laughter. He looked up and his breath caught for a moment. Antonio's whole body was shaking with laughter. His smile was so bright... And his laughs made Lovino's chest uncomfortably warm... Lovino's stomach felt like a hundred butterflies were flying around in there...

He looks so- No, Lovino. We've fucking gone over this! You are not going to acknowledge any of this bastard's gorgeous looks, alright?!

Lovino stopped hitting Antonio and with a huff, crossed his arms over his chest.

"What's so fucking funny, bastard?"

"You... You just... look so cute when... when you're angry!" Antonio struggled to say in between fresh bouts of laughter.

Oh, you think I'm 'angry'?

"Trust me, if I was really angry, you wouldn't be standing right now." Lovino stated, a smug smile on his face as he imagined the Spanish teen all tied up, begging for his life at Lovino's feet.

Actually, I would really like to see that...

"Well, if you're not mad, then I see no reason why you can't sleep with me." Antonio's words snapped the Italian out of his little fantasy world in his mind. The smaller teen's face blushed madly as he stumbled for words.

"I don't- I mean I don't want- You- Just shut up! I'm going to get my pajamas." Lovino finally blurted out before turning around and speed walking to his original dorm with Arthur.

"The door will be unlocked for you!" Antonio called out after the receding teen. Lovino merely waved his hand back as if he couldn't care less and took out his key. Walking into the room, he slammed the door shut behind him and let out a deep sigh.

Where the fuck does this bastard get off thinking that I would ever want to sleep with him? Just because he looks sexy as fuck does not mean that I'm attracted to him!

"Ah, we were wondering if you were coming to get your things any time soon." Arthur said. Lovino turned his head to the left and saw the Brit standing behind the kitchen counter with a plate of- What the fuck is that?

"Oh, where are my manners? Lovino, would you like a scone?" the Brit smiled politely, offering Lovino the plate of...of- What the fuck is that stuff? There is no fucking way that shit is actually food. It's gray and lumpy and- Oh God, I think I just saw one move! How do I 'politely' say I don't want any of that fucking food? Actually, I don't think that shit can be considered food.

"No fucking thanks, I don't want any of that shit."

...Smooth, Lovino. You should write a fucking book on how to make friends.

"See, Artie?! No one wants any of that shiz, so will you please throw it away? I think it's been crawling into my bedroom at night and watching me sleep..." Alfred shouted. Lovino hadn't even noticed the American taking cover from behind the couch.

"Hmph! You're sense of taste must have gone to waste due to all of that junk food you never stop eating. You can't tell amazing food when it's right in front of you!" Lovino winced as he watch Arthur take a bite into one of the... "scones"...

Huh... He's eating it, and it doesn't look like he's dying or anything... If those fucking things are as bad as the American bastard says they are, then Arthur must've built up an immunity to them at this point...

"Yeah, well, I'm just going to grab my bag and head over to that idiot's room." Lovino called out, already lifting his bag with his clothes onto his shoulder. As an afterthought, he stepped into the bathroom.

Who knows how utterly disgusting that bastard's bathroom is... I better go here and brush my teeth while I have the chance.

A while later, he picked up his bag again, ready to leave.

"Oh, Lovino! Tomorrow is sports and recreational activities sign up day. Do you want to head down to breakfast together and go check out the clubs in the gym once we're done?" Arthur asked the Italian as the latter passed by Alfred, still crouching behind the couch, shooting the scones in front of the Brit suspicious glares.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. What time is breakfast in this place anyway?" Lovino questioned since he had never bothered to thoroughly read all of the pamphlets on the academy his brother had given him.

"Well for the week before school starts, breakfast is served from 7:30 to 9:30, so we'll be at your door around 7:25 to start walking to the cafeteria, alright?" Arthur finally began to put away the plate of gray lumps that he deemed "food".

"I guess. And hey, that was a nice punch you threw at the French guy." Lovino said as he began to walk out the door. He saw Arthur hide his head in his hands.

"Agh... It was so un-gentleman-like... Even though that frog did deserve it..."

Lovino rolled his eyes and shut the door. Taking another deep breath, he turned to his left and began to walk to Antonio's room, deep in thought.

Great, now I have to pretend to be interested in some lame school activities and shit... Although, if they had some kind of club that could teach me to punch better... Those hits I threw at the idiot Spaniard bounced right off him like they were nothing! Could the wrestling team help me with that? Actually, fuck that. I'm not wearing some ridiculous fucking outfit so I can get smothered by some huge ass monster that should have graduated high school years ago...

Lovino stopped in front of Antonio's door, bag dangling off of one arm. He stared at the door knob.

Do I really have to sleep with him? I mean, who the fuck is going to tell the dean that I didn't spend the night here? What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? Yeah, of course! Ha, stupid fucking dean... If he thinks that I'm going to spend the night with this idiot, then he's got another thing coming! I'll just go tell Feli that I'm rooming with him-

"Hello there." A voice behind Lovino startled him, and he spun around.

"Dean? When the f- When did you get here?"

"Oh, I decided to pass by again, just in case someone thought of breaking the rules. You understand what I'm saying, correct?" The dean raised his eyebrows, looking over at Antonio's door.

Fucking dean... Son of a...

"Of course, sir." Lovino put as much contempt into his words as he possibly could before entering the door to the Spaniard's room. He flashed the dean a fake smile before slamming the door shut behind him.

Stupid old geezer... Who does he think he is, coming in here and just ordering me around like that? So what if he's the fucking principal of the school? That doesn't mean that he has any fucking power over-

Holy fuck.

"Ah, there you are, Lovi! I was worried that you weren't going to come back!" Antonio called, standing in the center of the living room.

Lovino stood there, frozen. He didn't hear his bag hit the floor beside him. He didn't even notice the other's use of 'Lovi' again. The Italian was far too busy staring at the shirtless Spaniard in front of him.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

Antonio's skin seemed to shine in the light coming from the overhead lamp. The muscles that had only been barely hidden by his T-shirt were now on full display. Lovino couldn't help but drag his eyes down the perfectly sculpted tan skin to the waistline of the other's jeans. They had come a little loose, and the very top of Antonio's underwear could be seen.

"Uh, Lovi? Are you okay?" Antonio's shining smile fell as he looked at Lovino with extreme concern.

No, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just busy staring at you and your toned abs. Don't mind me and my mental nose bleed.

The younger teen had froze in front of the door and was just staring at him. He took a few steps towards the Italian.

Lovino watched as the perfect example of the word 'sexy' began to walk towards him. His heart began to pound faster.

Fuck Lovino, move, talk, do something!

"I- Uh- You- No shirt- Muscles- I mean- Where the fuck is my room?" Lovino quickly said, his words slurred. Antonio's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he tilted his head to the side.

"What did you-?"

"Nevermind, I can fucking find it myself." Lovino spat, picking his bag up and hurriedly rushing past Antonio. He opened the first door he could find. A completely bare room met his eyes.

"What the fuck?" He yelled, getting irritated quickly.

"Well, actually, Lovi-" Antonio started.

"I thought- No, I know I told you to stop fucking calling me that!" Lovino called out over his shoulder as he moved to the next room over. He opened the door and stepped inside, only to stop short again.

"Why the fuck is this room empty too? Where are all the fucking beds?" He spun around on his heels, glaring at the Spaniard.

Just because he's fucking sexy- hideous- does not mean he can play ridiculous fucking pranks on me.

"Well, like I was trying to say, Lovi, since I was originally the only one to dorm here, they didn't furnish the other two rooms." Antonio shrugged his shoulders as he opened the third bedroom door, revealing a large bed, a messy desk, and boxes of clothes and knick-knacks still in need of unpacking. "The dean must have forgotten about that when he let you sleep in here with me." He walked in calmly, moving a soccer ball out of the way.

"Then why the fuck didn't you remind him?!" Lovino shouted, taking a step into the room.

"I didn't see any need for it. I mean, you were going to share a bed with your brother, Feliciano, right? Why not just share one with me instead?" Antonio shot the Italian a smile that made his stomach flutter again. Shaking his head, Lovino clutched his bag closer.

"Are you fucking kidding me? No fucking way. I'll just sleep on the Goddam couch or something."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I tried that once last year when I spent the night in Roderich's room. Trust me when I say that it hurts more than having sex for the first time." Antonio laughed, and began to move more boxes out of the way.

Okay, who the fuck makes that kind of comparison? Seriously! However, this looks like my only fucking option... Goddammit.

"Whatever, I- What the fuck are you doing?!" Lovino shouted, dropping his bag again. Antonio had already unzipped his pants and was in the process of taking them off. He looked over at Lovino.

"Um, I'm getting ready for bed. Why?" He paused, fingers hovering over the zipper of his jeans.

"You just- You know what? Whatever. I don't give a flying fuck. The bathroom's around the corner, right? I'm going to change." the Italian sighed, not even bothering to yell anymore.

Geez, this guy is even worse when it comes to taking off his fucking clothes in front of others than Feliciano...

"Yeah, it is, but why do you need it?" Antonio questioned.

"I just said, idiota. I need to change into my pajamas." Lovino rolled his eyes, getting ready to step back.

"We're both guys, Lovi. You can get dressed in here! I just changed in front of you, didn't I?" Antonio stated, smiling as if he had just solved a serious problem.

Lovino's face instantly became a bright shade of red.

"You did not fucking change! All you did was start to take your pants off and WOULD YOU STOP FUCKING DOING THAT?!" Lovino finished his sentence shouting as Antonio went back to removing his pants.

"I don't really see what the problem is, Lovi. I sleep in my underwear. Pajamas could choke you in your sleep, so it's better this way, no? You should try it!" the Spaniard smiled.

Is... Is he trying to get me to strip down to my underwear? This is fucking ridiculous! If I wanted to be half naked and severely uncomfortable, then I would've slept in the French bastard's room.

"Listen, you can sleep however the fuck you want. I'm tired, so I don't give a crap at this point. I have one thing to say though; if I even feel like you're about to touch me while I'm sleeping, I will not hesitate to decapitate you. Do not doubt me." Lovino narrowed his eyes at Antonio. The latter simply laughed and swiftly removed the rest of his jeans.

Ok, Lovino, whatever you do, do NOT look down... Do NOT look down...

"I'm gonna..."

Do NOT look down, do NOT look down...

"I mean, I-"

Do NOT look down, do NOT look down...

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Lovino blurted out, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Without another word, he dashed down the hall, bag clutched to his chest. He slammed the door shut behind him and double checked to make sure it was locked. He opened his bag, but thoughts of Antonio kept swirling in his mind. Closing his eyes, he slid down to the floor with a sigh.

He opened his eyes and looked around the nearly bare room. Sighing again, he closed his eyes once more and leaned his head back against the cool door.

You don't like him, Lovino... Fucking remember that, all right?

Despite his best efforts, Lovino couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the shirtless Spaniard.

Damn... His abs looked so... Wait a minute... That fucking explains it! That's why he couldn't feel my punches before! He just has ridiculously toned abs! I'm not weak or anything! Ha, I knew it!

Lovino's thoughts trailed back to his futile efforts to push Antonio away.

Hmph, who the fuck does he think he is... Calling me Lovi after we've only known each other for one night... This is complete bullshit-

Wait.

Lovino's eyes snapped open and he jolted upright from his position on the floor. His mind whirled as he struggled to remember the exact words that Antonio had said to him.

"You... You just... look so cute when... when you're angry!"

Did... Did he call me... cute?

Lovino felt the butterflies in his stomach again.

Did... Did he call me cute?

A warm feeling began to spread across his chest as his cheeks began to glow red.

Did he call me cute?

...

WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS, CALLING ME CUTE? I'M NOT A FUCKING GIRL, DIPSHIT. I AM A GROWN ASS TEENAGER, AND GROWN ASS TEENAGERS ARE NOT 'cute'!

With renewed fury, Lovino sprung up from the ground, unlocked the door, and flung it open. Grabbing his bag, he flew out of the room and raced down the hall to confront Antonio.

"Oi, Spanish bastard! I-!"

Holy fuck.

Antonio stood with his back to the Italian, looking around at all of the boxes as he decided which ones he should unpack in the morning.

Lovino stared at the perfect ass that belonged to Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

"Hmm? I thought you were going to change, Lovi?" Antonio asked, turning around to face Lovino.

HOLY FUCK.

"Lovi? Are you okay? You... Awww! Your face is turning red! You look so cute, like a little tomato! Ah, my little Tomanito~" Antonio cooed, an enormous smile plastered on his face.

What do I do? What do I do? He's half naked and in his underwear and OH GOD WHAT DO I DO?

Lovino panicked and did the first thing that came into his mind.

He chucked his bag at Antonio with all of his strength. Once he heard the bag make impact, he quickly dropped his gaze to the ground again, face blazing red. While trying to avoid looking back at the Spaniard, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor at his feet.

Huh? Did that fall out of my bag?...

Picking it up, Lovino read the words on the paper slowly, doing anything to prolong his inevitable talk with Antonio, the teen he had just assaulted.

Dear Lovino,

You never know when you are going to need these! I picked up a couple of packs at the store before I dropped you boys off at school, so I think there is around 40 in there. Actually, there may be a few missing... You can blame that one on your old man, hahaha! Also, share these with your brother. I didn't put any in his bags because I'm fairly certain he would've blown them up like balloons and used them to decorate his dorm. Now, I am trusting you to distribute and use these wisely, Lovino! I have faith in you!

Love,

Dad~

Lovino stared at the piece of paper in his hands.

What the fuck is he talking about? Balloons? What could he have possibly put in my-

Oh fuck.

With a mortified look on his face, Lovino slowly raised his eyes to look at Antonio. The teen was standing in place, an extremely confused look on his face. He had managed to catch the bag as it hit him, but that did not stop the contents from landing all around the floor and in Antonio's arms.

Are those...

"Lovi? Are these... condoms?" Antonio questioned, picking one of the plastic packets off of his arm and lifting it up.

Oh fuck.

"Lovi... Are you trying to tell me something?"

OH FUCK.

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