Still just changed ages.

Antonio sighed as he leaned against one of the store shelves. It had been a long and boring day. He really hated this job and would much rather be spending his summer eating fresh tomatoes and laying outside in the warm sunshine, but he really should help his family especially since they were slipping deeper and deeper into debt.

Centuries ago, the Fernandez family was extremely wealthy and powerful, controlling much of Spain and the surrounding waters. But later, the Kirkland family defeated them and seized all their riches and land, leaving them with nothing and in debt. They then moved to America and have been here ever since, although their money issues hadn't improved much.

Antonio shuffled around the store straightening up shelves and picking up fallen items. The bell over the front door rang and a bouncy, brown haired teenager pranced in and stopped to chat with the cashier girl. Antonio looked back down at the shelves and continued doing his job. As he walked towards the miscellaneous items section, someone walked right into him.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the stranger yelled, although it was obviously his own fault.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you pick these up," Antonio said quickly. It wasn't in his nature to contradict someone, even if they were wrong.

"...Thanks," he said, looking up at Antonio and the stranger took his breath away.

He had brown hair that was not-really-chocolate-brown-but-kinda-red-ish-but-not-really-auburn- either that framed his delicate face. His eyes were a deep forest green with gold and brown flecks mixed in, like the sunlight through the trees on a sunny day. He had a all around light tan. The stranger looked slightly younger than himself.

"You alright there?" Antonio asked, looking at him worriedly.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," he replied. His face was turning red. Was he hot or sick or something? Antonio had noticed bandages on his wrists when his sleeves slid down. Were his injuries hurting? Why were his wrists hurt anyway? You don't really hurt your wrists a lot.

"Are you sure? Your face is all red."

The stranger gaped at him. What? Did he say something weird?

"I'm fine, dammit." Antonio was slightly startled by his sudden swearing. Did a lot of people cuss all the time like this? Maybe he himself was too mellow. Antonio glanced at the boy's fallen phone which displayed a school's supply list and pointed at it.

"Are you going to World War High?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Antonio smiled. "Really? That's awesome! I'm going there too. What grade are you in?"

"I'm gonna be a sophmore," he replied curtly.

Antonio grinned happily. "I'm a junior."

Somebody yelled for him from the other side of the store and Antonio looked up.

"I have to go, but I'll see you around. What's your name?"

"Lovino," he said.

"Lovino," Antonio repeated. "That's a nice name. Hope to see you around!" Antonio walked off to wherever he was needed, and he was smiling the entire way. He was feeling extremely happy for some reason.

PruHun (Elizaveta/Gilbert): The Way I Love You

Nordics (DenNor, SuFin) (Anders/Lukas, Berwald/Tino): The Things I'd Do for You)

HK/Taiwan (Leon/Mei): This Torn Heart I Have

USUK (Alfred/Arthur): The Hero I Need

World W High AU website (no spaces): world- w- high. weebly. com