A/N: Idea given to me by the wonderful Yagurt, Author of 'Love is a disease'. If you haven't heard of it I suggest you read it and her other stories~. I thank her for her support and love. Well Anyway I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers or World Series.
Antonio used to hate his Biology class and teacher. Class because it was boring, the teacher because she was an ugly bitch who made no sense what so ever. But now after failing her class four years in a row, he was actually trying to pass. The reason being he had met the love of his life there. His name was Lovino Romano Varges. He was an Italian from south Italy and DAMN was he hot~. Antonio would constantly try to get the Italian to tutor him, because Lovino was passing with an A+. Lovino's answer would always be the same.
"LOVI~ Will you tutor me~? I need to pass this class~." Antonio asked, trying to get Lovino to tutor him, yet again.
"NO WAY TOMATO BASTARD! YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT THE LAST FOUR YEARS YOU WERE IN THIS FUCKING CLASS!" Lovino yelled face turning red.
"AWWWE~! Lovi~ Your sooooooooooo Cute~ Like a little Tomato~!" Antonio said, latching onto the little Italian.
"B-B-B-B-BASTARD! D-DON'T CALL ME LOVI! MY NAME IS LOVINO! AND IM NOT A FUCKING TOMATO! L-LET GO OF ME, PEDO!" Lovino screamed at the Spaniard.
"You're so cute when you're angry~!"
"THEN I'M ABOUT TO GET REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE!" Lovino tackled Antonio to the ground and preceded to pummel him to a pulp.
Feliciano, Lovino's younger twin brother, tried to pull his brother off of the Spaniard, getting himself hit in the face with an Elbow. Whimpering he went to go get his boyfriend, Ludwig, and Antonio's friends, Gilbert and Francis. Ludwig and Gilbert were the first to react; pulling the raging Southern Italian from the Spaniard's mangled, almost, corps. Francis went up to Antonio.
"Toni, my friend, are you alright? We heard you were being attacked by Lovino and Came to help you as fazt az pozable~!" he said, His normal French accent driving all the girls wild.
"Si. I am fine. Thank you for helping me my friends." Antonio said.
"Your velcome~! Kesesesese! That was totally not awezome of you to get beat up by a firzt year though." Gilbert said to his friend.
While this little exchange was going on Lovino was yelling loudly trying to tear at the Spaniard. Ludwig sighed and held onto Lovino as he struggled.
"Feli… Vhy is your bruder acting like this?" The blond German asked his boyfriend.
"Ve~… I don't know… Antonio called him adorable and he just kind of… flipped out…" Feliciano said. He was trying to speak calming words to his brother in Italian. "Fratello. Calmati! Non volevo turbarti ... Ve ~"
"Zitto! Egli merita quello che sta venendo a lui! Lasciami andare bastardo di patate! Lasciatemi a lui!" Lovino Exclamed fighting againced the german harder than before.
"Letz go Toni. Ve need to get you to ze Nurse's Office." Gilbert said pulling Antonio to his feet and helping him limp out of the room. Once out of hearing range, Francis and Gilbert turned to Antonio. "Zoooo… Vhat did you do ziz time to get him to actually try to kill you?"
"Yez~! We want to know ze whole ztory~" Francis chimed in.
"The WHOLE story?" Antonio asked carefully, trying to avoid making a scene in the hall way.
"Ja. Everything. Except sex. Ve do not want to hear about your Sex life." Gilbert said.
"Zpeek for yourself Gil. I would LOVE to hear about your Sex life Toni~ I am sure it is interesting." Francis said, and evil smirk on his face.
"Well… okay… Francis my Sex life is nonexistent as of right now…. And Gilbert, I have been trying to get My Adorable Lovi to tutor me in Biology but he keeps telling me no. I told him he was being cute, and he turned red as a tomato. I called him a cute little Tomato and he started to curse at me and Jumped on top of me… that is the whole story. All of it. There is nothing mo-"
"Okay, okay… Ve get it. It was a short ztory. Just like Lovino'z fuse. Vhy do you like him anyvay? You have been flirting vith him and trying to azk him out for monthz but he iz just too denze to realize it. I think that you are a Mazochizt for him…" Gilbert said interrupting Antonio.
Antonio pouted. "He isn't dense. He just… doesn't want to… oh shut up!" he yelled. "Are you going to help me to the nurse or not?"
"Don't get your Knickerz in a twist. Were getting zere. Kesesesesese" Gilbert said, giving his signature smirk.
Antonio, Blushing madly, limped down the hall way. Now that he was away from Lovino he felt the entire effects of the beating. His leg was bruised as was his stomach. His rib cage felt like it was on fire and blood was starting to drip into his eyes and down his cheek. He felt nauseous and woozy, as if he was about to faint.
"A-Amegos… I-I don't feel well… H-how long until we are at the Nurses offi-" Antonio was cut off as soon as his body hit the ground.
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The first thing Antonio felt when he was coming out of chromatos was the pain in his rib cage and above his left eye. Antonio groaned, imeadeatly wishing he hadn't. his head started to hurt and the people who were yelling around him weren't helping.
"….-king up! Hay guys! He is vaking up." Someone nearby said.
"¿Qué carajo está pasando? ¿Dónde estoy? Dios, me duele la cabeza..." Antonio mumbled out.
"Zpeak English." Antonio slowly opens his eyes to see that he was in the nurse's office. Gilbert and Francis were there as well.
"Oh… Sorry. Why does my head hurt?" He asked.
"Vell… you passed out in the hall vay and hit your head pretty hard…" Gilbert explained.
"Oui. We had to carry/drag you to the nurzez office." Francis added.
"Now that Mr. Carreido is awake you two can leave and go to your 7th period class now." The nurse said with a stern look on his youthful face.
Antonio closed his deep emerald green eyes with a groan. He could tell that the blood had been cleaned up off of his face but his chest felt heavy to him. He heard his friends leave the room.
"Ugh… Why does my chest feel so heavy?" he asked no one in particular.
"Well whoever did this number on you gave you a concussion, some broken ribs, a split eyebrow, and quite a few bruises. I am quite impressed." The nurse said, walking up to Antonio and feeling his head. Antonio opened his eyes to look at the small blond. "hmmm… you're a bit warm… I will get you an Ice-pack. My name is Tino Väinämöinen. You can call me Tino though." Then he walked out of the room.
Antonio closed his eyes again. He laid there for a bit, his breathing labored. When he heard the door open he just assumed it was Tino, but when someone sat down next to him on the bed he had to make himself open his eyes and look at who it was. To his surprise and delight, it was Lovino.
"Lovi~!" He said happily, trying to sit up but couldn't.
"Why did you push me, you bastard?" Lovino asked quietly. His eyes were red, and he looked like he had been crying.
"Lovino… Were you crying?" Antonio asked worried, his voice croaked slightly
Lovino looked at Antonio with a shocked look on his face. He had not realized just how much he had hurt Antonio. Tears slowly well up in his eyes and make their way down his cheeks leaving wet streaks. Antonio reached up with shaky hands and wiped away some of the tears.
"A-A-Antonio… I-I'm s-so sorry! I-I shouldn't have done that to you!" Lovino cried.
"Lovi… don't cry. It makes me sad to see you cry. I hate to see my little Lovi cry." Antonio said.
"W-why are you being so nice to me? I just beat the shit out of you…" Lovino asked.
Antonio looked away from the beautiful green jewels that were Lovino's eyes and whispered, "B-because… I-I love you."
Lovino stared at Antonio then kissed him on the lips. "Ti amo troppo, bastardo."
A/N This has taken me forever to write. I am sorry all of you Spamano fans who voted. The pole is still open. So feel free to vote if you haven't already. I need to start the SuFin one-shot now. Talk to you then... I feel I am forgeting something... oh yeah... REVEIW PLEASE~
Translations:
Fratello. Calmati! Non volevo turbarti ... Ve ~(Italian) Brother. Calm down! He didn't mean to upset you... Ve~
Zitto! Egli merita quello che sta venendo a lui! Lasciami andare bastardo di patate! Lasciatemi a lui!(Italian) Shut up! He deserves what is coming to him! Let go of me potato bastard! Let me at him!
¿Qué carajo está pasando? ¿Dónde estoy? Dios, me duele la cabeza... (Spanish) What the fuck is going on? Where am I? God my head hurts...
Ti amo troppo, bastardo.(Italian) I love you too, bastard.
