Lovino ignored the Spaniard who sat beside him at the lunch table. Antonio chattered relentlessly about his new tomato plant that Lovino didn't care a bit about. The Italian glanced over at his younger brother who sat extremely close to the German potato-bastard. Ludwig's cheeks were faintly tinted pink as the younger Italian hung on his arm, giggling about nothing in particular. Lovino sighed, rubbing his temples before turning to face Antonio.

"Why do you insist on pestering me?" Lovino interrupted, glaring at the flustered Spaniard.

Antonio slightly blushed, his eyes darting over to where Gilbert was cuddling with the Canadian, ignoring his food. Lovino saw Antonio's eyes drift over to Francis, who sat beside the albino, gazing at the English boy Lovino had noticed in one of his earlier classes. The Spaniard looked back at Lovino, grabbing his hand as he began to stand.

"Come with me," Antonio whispered, pulling the Italian toward the cafeteria's door.

Lovino opened his mouth to refuse, but upon seeing the look on the Spaniard's usually happy face, abruptly closed his mouth, allowing Antonio to take him where ever. Antonio glanced around the halls, lacing his fingers with Lovino's quickly, not giving the Italian time to protest. Lovino could feel his face getting hotter, but didn't make any movement to pull his hand away from the Spaniard. Antonio pulled the two of them into a darkened room, closing the door behind them.

"No one should find us here," the Spaniard whispered, letting go of Lovino's hand, leaving the other boy to become slightly saddened by the absence of Antonio's warm, rough hand.

The Italian stepped away from Antonio, knowing he shouldn't be in here with the Spaniard. Lovino knew he shouldn't be letting the feelings he knew he should suppress take him over. The young Italian shook his head, sitting down on a desk as Antonio flipped on the light, revealing a small classroom that obviously wasn't used very often, if at all. The Spaniard sighed, a distressed look taking over his features as he stepped closer to a desk next to the door. The Italian waited for Antonio to speak, wanting to know what caused the normally happy teen to look so upset.

Antonio sat down on a desk not too far from where Lovino sat. Glancing up at the Italian, Antonio bit his lip softly, debating on if he should say what he needed to or not. Lovino stared at Antonio, his patience quickly running out.

"Why don't you hurry up and say what you fucking need to say, dumbass?" the Italian hissed softy, the harshness in his voice not truthfully there.

Antonio stood, walking over to the younger boy, taking his hand quickly. "Well... I wanted to tell you that.. I.. like you, mi poco de tomate.."

Lovino felt his face grow warmer at Antonio's endearment, quickly resembling the 'little tomato' that the Spaniard had called him. The Italian lifted his hand up, cupping Antonio's cheek gently. Warnings of what could happen, warnings of how he shouldn't get close to anyone here, swirled around in Lovino's head. Anyone Lovino got close to would be killed, and the young Italian knew this was the truth. The bastards that had tormented Lovino and Feliciano would never leave the two boys alone, no matter where they escaped to. Nevertheless, the warnings in Lovino's mind went unheard as the Italian leaned forward to place a kiss on Antonio's lips. Antonio hesitantly wrapped his arms around Lovino, pulling the Italian off the desk and closer to him. Lovino nipped at Antonio's bottom lip before the Spaniard slid his tongue across the Italian's lips, seeking entry into the boy he had instantly fallen in love with's mouth. Lovino parted his lips, allowing the older boy to conquer his mouth. The two boy's tongues battled for dominance for only a moment before Lovino let Antonio lead. The submission was not something Lovino was used to doing, but it felt nice, somehow, to do so with the Spaniard.

Antonio pushed the Italian down onto the floor, pinning the smaller boy to the ground as he kissed him deeply. Lovino's eyes shot open as the Spaniard's hands began to slide up his shirt, his calloused hands rough on Lovino's soft skin. Pushing the older boy away slightly, Lovino stared up at Antonio with fear playing in his eyes.

"Don't go that far yet," he muttered, his voice lowering hatefully.

Antonio smiled sheepishly, sitting up on the Italian, their crotches rubbing together slightly. Lovino let out a soft moan at the friction, gaining an amused laugh from the Spaniard sitting on top of him. Lovino glared up at Antonio, roughly pushing the older boy away from him. The Italian stood up, brushing himself off before angrily walking towards the door. Antonio hurriedly stood, bouncing after the angry Italian.

"Lovi~!"

Lovino whipped around to glare at the happy Spaniard, his glare faltering at the sight of Antonio's grin. Antonio grabbed Lovino's hand, dragging him out into the hall way. After closing the door to the class room, Antonio quickly pecked the Italian on the lips before taking the two of them back to the lunch room. Lovino sighed as he and Antonio entered the cafeteria. The Italian glared at Ludwig with heated hatred when he saw Feliciano pull away from a kiss with the German when Lovino and Antonio had entered. Gilbert sat with his boyfriend, the two of them locked in a heated make-out session. Lovino rolled his eyes as he sat back down beside Antonio, noticing that Francis was nowhere to be seen. Antonio quickly took Lovino's hand, squeezing tightly as he smiled at the Italian.

Lovino let a small smile show on his face as he realized he had made a dire mistake.

This is going to be a difficult year... especially if I end up getting too close to this idiot..