"Hey, Lovino," Antonio greeted as a peeved student stormed into his room. "Where have you been?"

"Nowhere," Lovino growled as he shrugged his backpack off his shoulder. "I just ran into my brother and that German bastard."

Antonio's eyebrows arched in understanding. In the week that they had been dating, the Spaniard learned a lot about his Italian boyfriend. One; he hated being compared to his brother. Two; he hated the German guy, Ludwig, hanging out with his little brother. And three; he hated Ludwig in general.

"Let me guess, mi amor. You insulted Ludwig, kicked his shin, and ran off to my arms," he said, joking at the last part. It got him a pillow in his face.

"No. This time, I insulted Feli."

"What?" Antonio laughed, leaning on the desk Lovino was sitting at. "What did you do?"

Lovino shifted. "I asked why he was so… gay."

Antonio stiffled his laugh. "And… you're better than him, querida mio? You are dating me, afterall."

"Shut up!" Lovino growled. "I only thought of that after I ran off!"

Antonio smiled. "So… You don't think of me all the time?" he asked, leaning down so his lips brushed Lovino's ear. He whispered lowly, "I think of your all the time, mi amor."

Lovino's cheeks got hot and he tried to shoved his fist into Antonio's face, failing as he twisted too much. He gasped and fell to the floor, making Antonio hold his sides, laughing.

Lovino kicked Antonio. "Shut up! And tell me what that blasted phrase means!"

Antonio held his stomach and wiped a happy tear away from his eye. "What phrase, querida mio?"

"That phrase!" Lovino exclaimed. "'Querida mio', or whatever!"

Antonio laughed. "It means, 'my dear'. It's actually funny that you haven't at least guessed."

"Shut up!" Lovino shouted as he hit Antonio on the head, just causing the Spaniard to continue laughing.


"Okay, so is the Project almost done?" Lovino asked as he leaned on the chair Antonio was sitting on, looking over his shoulder. "I still can't believe I got paired with you for the World Project."

"I can't believe it either, but I have to since I'm doing all of the work," Antonio sighed as he finished up the final product.

"There. We should be able to present this, nice and neat. But," he said, turning to the Italian student. "We both have to present. Not just me, not just you. You may also have to speak a little Spanish, and I an Italian sentence."

"Whatever," Lovino scoffed as he walked to the other side of the room. His eyes caught sight of the window.

"You still don't have any blinds, 'Tonio."

Antonio smiled and walked to Lovino, slinking his arms around his waist from behind.

"Why should I?" he asked. "After all, it did start everything; the no-blinds thing, did it not?"

Lovino only hummed his response as he pushed back against the senior. He closed his eyes and laid his head on Antonio's shoulder.

"Ti amo…"

"I love you, too, Lovino," Antonio smiled as he kissed his Italian's cheek.