RECAP:

..."Uh, then what's wrong?" the albino obviously feeling a bit uncomfortable, "Was it a guy at our school? I can get the boys together and beat him up."

...She gave a shaky sigh, "No, yes, kind of. Antonio… is going out with Feli," she whispered.

... "I have a crazy idea," the albino said, squinting at the sky.

..."What's your idea?" the Italian asked, officially intrigued.

He leaned back with his signature smile. "Go out with me."

CHAPTER THREE:

"WHAT?"

"Go. Out. With me," the albino couldn't smile any wider. That bastard.

"W-why the fuck would I ever go out with a potato bastard like you?!" She snapped, blushing wildly.

"Kesese~ Well for starters, you would get to spend more time with the awesome me. That should be enough incentive right there!"

"You're a self centered pile of albino shit, I wouldn't sink so low," Lovina growled, crossing her arms. Why the fuck would he even suggest that?

He ignored her and leaned closer to her again, pinning her against the tree, again. But this time Lovina was pretty sure he wasn't checking on his bird. "And I know you want a peek at mien five meters,"

Lovina shoved him away, face turning a deep shade of red. The albino laughed so hard that he was holding his side with one hand and catching his balance on the branch with the other.

"Your face!" He laughed. "Where is a camera when you need one?"

She wished she really did push him out of the tree.

He wiped a tear from his eye and caught his breath, "Wow, I'm awesome," he shook his head.

"Bastardo," she spat. "Why would you want to go out with me anyway?"

"I don't," he said plainly.

"What? Fuck you! Then why-"

"Think about it, pasta lover. If you dated me, it would make Antonio jealous."

"Why would he be jealous? He has mi sorella."

He rolled his eyes dramatically, "Oh come on. He likes you. Whenever you give him a sip of alcohol, more than half the time he talks about you. It gets really annoying actually." He shrugged, staring off at the setting sun in the distance. "He's got it bad for you. I think he's going for your sister because you never gave him a chance."

Lovina thought about this. It was true she never gave him a chance, but then again, he never asked for her to give him a chance.

She looked at him skeptically, "What's in it for you?" If she knew the bastard at all, she knew that he was a player and that he was selfish.

The corners if his mouth twitched up. "Mein bruder wants your sister, we both know that."

"So you are trying to free up my sister so your potato bastard brother has a shot with mi sorella?" she mumbled, toying with the hem of her skirt.

"Yeah, pretty much," he shrugged, leaning back on the branch to balance on his hand.

"Why doesn't he do any of the dirty work?" She asked, not quite believing the 'Prussian'.

"He wants her to be happy even if shes isn't with him. Which is such bull."

Lovina shook her head, "Okay, that's great and all, but you didn't answer the question," she pointed out.

A guilty smile graced his lips. He glanced over to Lovina and nodded. Gotcha. "I have my own reasons, but I don't have to say."

"That's not fair! Then- wait," she stopped, she narrowed her eyes and smiled. "You are still chasing after that Hungarian aren't you?!"

"What? No!" The bastard ducked away, but not before Lovina saw his cheeks turn red.

"You are!" It was no secret that he had a history with the girl, but as they got older Elizbeta outgrew him.

"She is too girly and shit now," he lied, "So unawesome."

Lovina rolled her eyes, he was such a horrible liar. She was repulsed by the idea of ever being romantically associated with the bastard even if it was fake, but she couldn't help but hope that his stupid plan might stand a chance.

"Fine," she sighed, "But all of it is a show, nothing more than what is necessary to convince everyone."

"Ja, you have a hot bod, but your not my type anyway."

She slyly smiled to herself. This might just work.

"Well, now that you are mein frau, let's see about getting you out of this tree."

It took them about twenty minutes to get down from the tree, mostly because Lovina would hold onto the the rough bark of the tree like a lifeline, and would refuse to let go. She cursed the entire way down, her feet slipping every now and then since it was completely dark out by then.

"Just jump already!" The albino sighed.

"I'll die you idiot!"

"You saw me jump, and I'm fine," he whined.

"You are far from fine! You are a mentally unstable albino that calls himself a Prussian!" she cried, clutching the branch.

He just rolled his eyes. "Stupid Italian. Fine! What me to catch you?"

She was about ten feet from the ground but from her vantage point she might as well had been crouched atop a ten story building with no railing.

She said nothing so he put out his arms, looking as if he would rather be anywhere else but there.

All I have to do is jump. That's not so bad. She took a deep breath. I had a good run anyway, I lived a good life. She shifted her weight on the branch and it creaked precariously. Shit. okay. On three. One. Two...Three! She screwed her eyes closed and jumped.

The second her feet left the branch she regretted it. The sensation of falling was horrible, but the feeling of hitting the ground would be worse. She wasn't balanced enough so that she would land on her feet so she was hoping for a sprained ankle at best.

A small scream escaped her lips as she fell right on top of the albino, she opened her eyes just in time to see his head snap back and hit the grass. She waited for her pulse to slow down and the adrenaline to fade. Without the rush of fear, she felt her arms ache and she realized that she accidentally bit her lip on impact.

Suddenly the surface under her moaned, her head jerked up and saw that she was laying into top of her fake boyfriend. She hurried to jump to her feet, away from the albino but struggled because their legs were all tangled up. Her knees ground into the cool cement of the sidewalk, anadhis jeans rubbed against her bare skin.

His red eyes fluttered open to see Lovina on top of him, eyes wide, and a blush on her cheeks. The streetlamps made her hair looked like silk even though it was messy from crawling through a tree. He quickly realized how close they were, and how her body was pressed up against his, her bare legs tangled up with his own, and her black skirt riding up high from the fall.

A smirk played on his lips and he saw her eyes widen, and she abruptly pushed herself up, trying to escape his leering ruby eyes. He just lay there and watched her scramble to get up. She stumbled to her feet and crossed her arms.

"What's your problem, perv? Haven't gotten laid in a while?" she spat.

He shook his head, chuckling and slowly stood up, quickly regretting it. He ran his hand along the back of his head and felt a bump from where his head slammed against the ground.

"Don't be such a bitch. I was the one who just broke your fall," she still glared at him with a cute little pout on her lips. "That means you owe me. Its not too late, let's go get wasted!" He grinned.

"What the hell! I'm under age you dumbshit!" she spluttered. "You are too, aren't you?" Isn't he only twenty?

"Don't be such a stick in the mud. You owe me a drink now for getting you out of that tree."

"You owe me for saving your bird," she reminded him.

"I broke your fall"

"You didn't seem to mind," she snarled, " 'not your type' my ass."

"It still freaking hurt. Come on, I know this place where we can get in free," he smiled deviously. His red eyes were filled with mischief, his hair was disheveled and she was one logical thought away from storming off and giving him the finger, but she didn't want to go home just yet. Everything about this guy made her brain scream at her to run. What's the worst that could happen anyway?

She shrugged, "Let's go."

Lovina's eyes stretched open and she rolled over onto her side and yawned. Her bare leg brushed a leather material that definitely wasn't her bed. She bolted upright. That sure as hell was not her bed. She was on a unfamiliar couch in an unfamiliar house. Holy shit where the fuck am I? Still groggy from just waking up. She suppressed another yawn in her panic. She looked around wildly and her head throbbed. The sun seemed way too bright and hostile and the room started spinning. She layed back down on the couch and tried to recollect her memories from the night before but came up with nothing. All I can remember is Antonio then that tree, and the potato bastard... Her eyes shot open again, earning her another sharp pain. She was with Gilbert, and then they went to the bar. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fucking shit.

She looked down at herself and he was no longer in her skirt and tank top, instead she wore a baggy black shirt that had the words "I'm awesome" in red on the front. No pants. Oh. Shit.

She covered her face and moaned. What the fuck did I do?

"Gutten morgen, sunshine," a familiar German voice said, emerging from the kitchen. Lovina peeked over the back of the couch to spot the albino leaning against the door frame with a confident smirk all over his face. Without a shirt.

Ohhhhh shit.

Had she not been in the situation at hand she definitely would have taken a split second to appreciate the toned six pack he was sporting, but instead she ducked behind the couch and covered her face.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

"She speaks!" he gasped dramatically, making his way into the living room to lean over the back of the couch. Lovina tried to sink farther into the couch cussins to no avail. "What? You don't remember?"

Lovina shook her head, still covering her eyes with her arms.

"Well, it turns out you are one hell of a lightweight. One beer and you were flat out drunk," he laughed. Lovina groaned in embarrassment.

"We ran into Arthur and Alfred. The British gentleman was totally shitfaced so you two hit it off quite well," he glanced at the Italian, she pulled her arms away and her face held an expression of pure terror.

"One minute you were next to me, and the next you two were onstage doing a duet. Kesese~" he shook his head, "You weren't half bad."

Lovina nodded her head, that's not too awful.

"But then halfway through the song you guys started making out and fucked each other right on the stage."

"WHAT!" she screamed.

Gilbert fell on his ass laughing, "No, no. Arthur just got a little too handsy. I don't blame him with you prancing around in that mini skirt like you owned the place," he shook his head taking a swig of the beer in his hand.

She was going to kill Arthur, and then hide in a corner for seven years and try to wait out the embarrassment.

"After that I thought it wouldn't be too smart to dump you off at Antonio's place so I took you back here," he shrugged.

Lovina nodded slowly, "So why am I in your clothes?"

A sinful smile stretched across his face "Well..."

"No, we didn't. No way."

He shook his head with a small chuckle, "No, we didn't, but when we got in the door you threw off your shirt and started raiding the fridge for more beer. I stopped you and lent you my shirt and you crashed on the couch."

Lovina wasn't sure to be relieved or mortified. "Shit."

"I took some pictures if you want to see them," he said with a dark smile.

"You took pictures! You bastard!"

"Nothing made it to the internet, but I'm sure Alfred has a few too."

He pulled out his phone and leaned over the couch, his metal cross swinging back and forth, catching the light. He scrolled through about twenty pictures of her on stage with the Brit and a couple of her rifling through his fridge in a bra and skirt with a nice view of her ass.

"Delete them," she demanded.

"No way!" He snatched his phone back, and Lovina lunged at him and the room spun.

"Slow down, sunshine. I'll drive you home. Antonio is probably having kittens right now. Your phone has been going off all night."

She snatched up her phone: twenty-three missed calls from Tomato Bastard

Fuck.

She sighed, "I can just walk,"

"Uh, you can't even stand," he looked at her holding back another laugh, "I'll drive. Let's go."

The albino disappeared into the kitchen before she quickly stripped off the shirt and tugged hers back on and then looked around for her skirt. Where the hell…

"Looking for this?"

I am going to kill him one day. She turned around and in one hand he held the car keys and in the other dangled her red skirt.

She pursed her lips and balled her fists and stumbled over to him and sntached it away, but he pulled it out of reach. She put her hand on his chest so she wouldn't fall and jumped, trying to reach her skirt. She felt as though he had a good seven inches on her, and it was making it infuriatingly difficult for Lovina.

"Fuck you."

"Name the time and place," he grinned, but she still tried to reach her skirt which was only just fingertips out of reach. She wrapped her right arm around his neck and tried again, but she landed on his foot and he stumbled back into the doorframe. His arm hit the wood frame, and came just in reach, she pinned the red cloth against the wood, but he grabbed her arm and waist as the front door swung open.

The two were pressed up against the doorframe. Lovina pinning the white haired man in her black lacy underwear while she was crushed up against his pale torso.

"Gilbert have you seen Lovi? When Feli and I got home she wasn't in her room, and she hasn't come back yet. She won't even answer her phone, I-" Antonio looked up, big green eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

"Lovina?" He whispered.