This can't go on any longer.

Sure, Lovi was well and alive.

...But, it wasn't actually Lovi. He looked like the tanned Italian, had the same eye color as him. He even had the same body and voice as him, as well as that strange curl that pokes out of the side of his head!

...But it wasn't Lovi. It was like...someone else entirely. It was hard to tell the difference between the two brothers now, for they both had the same exact personality. Of course, Feli was quite happy with the outcome. I hated it with a passion.

"Ve~! Fratello, fratello! Come on, let's go see Luddy~!" Feliciano exclaimed excitedly, pulling on Lovino's sleeve.

"Si, si, just give me a sec, okay? I'm coming!" His beautiful laughter resonates throughout the hall as he was pulled away into a classroom.

Ludwig's classroom, that is. Apparently, he was no longer 'potato bastard'.

Why is everything so messed up?! It's my fault, it's all my fault!

Lovino...he hated Ludwig with a strong passion, for some reason. If he saw what he, himself, was doing right now...laughing and having fun with the person he hated to the very core...he would be disgusted and disappointed in himself, wouldn't he?

I have never regretted something so much in my whole entire life before.


It's been weeks now, since I made that stupid wish on that damned star.

...

It's not everyday I curse and swear like this. Why am I acting so strange? I'm acting so...pessimistic. It's...weird. I found myself thinking how nice it would be if everybody else could go die in a hole and leave my Lovi alone, or if it would be better if I gave them a long, painful death. Why didn't anyone else talk to me? I used to be all of their friends, too! Now they were all focused on Lovino, there was not even a single soul who approached me when Lovino was there in the classroom. I hate everyone. I hate everybody for leaving me alone.

...No, no! This isn't right at all! What's going on with me?

Why have I gotten grumpier as the days pass? Why have I been feeling so angry and depressed, instead of happy and cheerful, like I always have been?

"Yo, Toni!" Gilbert practically shouts as he entered the classroom during our lunch break, Franny following right behind him. "Francis and the awesome me are going to go out clubbing tonight, you're coming with us, right?"

I gritted my teeth and looked up at him, giving him a harsh glare. "Leave me alone, dammit! Why do you keep dragging me out to clubs late at night until I'm so tired, I can barely feel my body anymore?! Just go alone, you bastards!" The words had automatically came out of my mouth, and I was silent as my mind registered what I had just said.

Suddenly, the whole classroom was silent at my outburst.

His shocked and disappointed expression woke me up from my daze, and I could see Franny shaking his head behind Gil from the corner of my eye.

My head was spinning as I tried to come up with an excuse for my behavior. "..I-...uh...It's not what it seems like, Gil! I didn't mean i-"

"I get it, Toni." He cut me off, a serious look on his face. "We understand, you've been acting strange and gloomy these days, and we just wanted to help you out. But it seems like you have other things to do, huh?" Gilbert chuckled lightly and turned away from me. "Come on, let's go, Francis. He just needs some time by himself for a few days...or weeks."

And the two of them exited the classroom.

I was shocked, to say the least. However, there were more emotions swirling inside my mind and body other than that.

There was hurt. Anger. Betrayal. Unhappiness. Sadness. Loneliness. Disappointment. Hate, even.

Now even my two best amigos have left me. Nobody ever noticed me anymore. Lovi was always the center of attention, everyone would crowd around him and he'd be all smiles and rainbows.

...Is this how Lovi felt, before he committed suicide? So hopeless, helpless...so...alone?

...

...Did he hate me like I hate him, now?

I never thought the day would come. The day where I would actually want mi tomate to disappear from the face of Earth, forever.

...Right after I wished him back, too.

It seemed that everyone in the room had seen what had happened, and when I looked over to where Lovino was, he was staring at with me wide, shocked eyes.

"T-Tonio...are you...alright?" He asked me hesitantly, slowly walking over to me.

That's I found myself thinking, 'How could I have loved this piece of filth? It's all his fault I'm like this! He can go fucking die again, for all I care! I wished him back, and this is what he gives me in return!? JUST GO DIE ALREADY!'

My hands soon became fists as he continued walking over to me, apparently he didn't notice that I didn't want him near me.

"Tonio...?"

BAM!

My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I stared at my fist, then down to where Lovino was laying on the ground. Hell, I almost felt completely satisfied, seeing him injured and hurt in probably the first time of his life.

Almost immediately, people rushed over to save that piece of shit off of the ground, I then noticed he was unconscious with a bloody nose and a black eye.

...

I didn't even care anymore. Hah.

I hate Lovino Vargas for doing this to me.

He made everyone hate me, so I will hate him.

Without looking back, I grabbed my backpack and stormed out of the door, running all the way home.


When it was nighttime, I saw stars in the sky. I decided that I wanted to reverse the last wish I made, and make a new one.

'I wish the last wish I made was never granted, and I wish that I can go back in time, back to before Lovino Vargas committed suicide. I want to make him suffer more than he already has before he goes and kills himself.'

I hoped with all of my might that the two wishes would come true, and I didn't feel a single bit of pity for that stupid Italian anymore.

I wanted him to die in front of my very own eyes. I wanted to laugh at his pathetic life before he was gone forever.


My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

I am hateful.

I am seeking revenge.

I am craving to see blood be spilt.

I'm always cold and rude to everyone, and I am a person that needs no one else. Friends were useless things.

They make me puke.

They make me grind my teeth.

There was only one person I wanted dead the most out of this whole school.

It was this piece of shit in my class. He was Italian and made me furious every time I saw his damned face.

Drop dead, Lovino Vargas.


Fratello (Italian) - Brother

Si (Italian & Spanish) - Yes, okay

Ahaha, thank you for reading, and thanks to the people who reviewed. I rarely post author's notes, because I feel they interrupt the flow of the story, but I just wanted to really get it out there that I appreciate the support. Also, to Nimphy-Ryuu-Chan, who corrected the translation in the last chapter. Thank you for that, I've changed it! :) Yes, Lovino isn't going to stay cheerful forever, as you can see. If you have any questions on why Antonio's personality suddenly changed, you will find out in the next chapter, but if you're really that curious, please feel free to PM me.

-Minami Italia