A/N: Hello! Sorry, I took a bit of a break from updating. Anyways, here's Romano's chapter! Enjoy!

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You Say Tomato, I Say Shut Up
A Lily By Any Other Name & BrightBlueNinjas

Chapter Seven: Group Projects

With all of the chaos that happened in the first few days of Lovino's arrival, he nearly forgot that he was here to learn. But he was given a cruel reminder when he had to attend the next day's class—American literature. He'd woken up late, as his shit of a roommate didn't wake him up. He'd woken up by pure chance at nine o'clock, and Antonio was nowhere to be seen. Lovino panicked, getting dressed in a flurry, skipping breakfast and dashing to the classroom. He was the last one to arrive, and the bell went off just as he stepped into the room. He was panting and wiping sweat off his forehead, as he looked into the seats. Nearly every seat was taken. The only empty one was literally right next to Antonio, and Lovino was not in any way willing to sit next to him.

His plan was to kick whoever was sitting next to his brother out of his seat (Feliciano was wedged between Ludwig and the small Asian man from the other day, sitting much too close to Ludwig for Lovino's comfort). That didn't work when Antonio saw him, and he threw his arms up in the air.

"Lovino, Lovino! Over here; I saved you a seat!"

Lovino exhaled—there was literally no other open seat. So he walked up the stairs, taking a seat next to Antonio and putting his bag on his seat. After he got all of his stuff out, he looked to Antonio and scowled. "Why the hell didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked so peaceful," Antonio smiled, and Lovino snarled back at him. "Besides, you said you set an alarm."

"It didn't go off," Lovino grunted. "Next time, if you let me miss a class because you're a creeper who likes to watch people sleep, I swear I'll rip—"

The professor entered the classroom, telling them to quiet down while writing his name on the board. He then began to talk about things that Lovino didn't really care about—meaning the syllabus, the rules, what they were going to be doing for the semester. When Lovino looked around, he could see that most students weren't paying attention. A brunette man was already asleep at his desk, the tall guy sitting behind him was drawing pictures of sunflowers on his syllabus, and Lovino could tell that the student with the ponytail in the second row was eating. Typical. Antonio and his two friends were already chatting in hushed voices, and Lovino scowled. Why would he save him a seat if he was just going to ignore him? Lovino really didn't know why he was so pissed—it wasn't like he and Antonio had anything in common or anything to talk about. But either way, he grabbed Antonio by the ear and tugged on it.

"Ah!" Antonio let out a noise of pain, looking over to him and giving Lovino a confused look. "What was that for?"

Lovino didn't answer, simply giving him an angry look. Antonio and Gilbert (who was sitting on the other side of Antonio) exchanged an odd glance, turning and slowly returning back into their conversation. He bit his bottom lip. He couldn't think of anything to say, but he hated to be ignored. Not really thinking his actions through, he grabbed Antonio's ear and tugged on it again.

Antonio, once again, looked over with a confused look on his face. "Uh . . . what is it?"

And once again, Lovino said nothing. Gilbert smirked, whispered something into Antonio's ear, and Antonio's face lit up with a smile. Lovino made a face. He couldn't hear what Gilbert had told him—and he didn't exactly care about what Gilbert said. Lovino settled on 'I probably don't want to know' and returned his attention to the front of the room. The professor had stopped going on about the rules and started talking about books or something. Lovino tried to pay attention, but Antonio's snickering distracted him. He hated how close these desks were together. He could hear nearly every bit of their conversation and he didn't want to.

"Alright, class," the professor said, turning and writing something on the board. "For your next assignment, I would like you to get into groups. You will be reading and writing an essay on," he wrote the words on the board as he spoke. "To Kill a Mockingbird. It's due next month, and your essay is to be no less than ten pages long. I will hand out prompts in a moment," he clapped. "So get into your groups."

Before Lovino could make his way over to his brother, Antonio grabbed his ear and tugged on it. Lovino hissed in pain, causing Gilbert to burst out laughing as Antonio smiled at him. "Do you want to be in our group?"

"No, I don't want to be in your stupid-ass group!" Lovino snapped.

"Who else are you gonna group with?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Your brother's already taken."

When Lovino looked over, he saw that Gilbert was right. Feliciano was already in a group with Ludwig and the Asian boy. The brunette who was sleeping during class and a masked man (what the fuck was he wearing a mask for?) bickered over who got to be in the Asian boy's group.

"They need a fourth person," Lovino scowled.

"Do you really want to fight those two for the position?" Francis asked, smirking. Lovino shivered; as much as he hated to admit it, he had a point. So he scowled at them, and then nodded.

"Fine," he snapped, sitting back down next to Antonio. "I'll be in your stupid group, stupid."

"Wonderful," Gilbert smirked, and as soon as they were settled, he turned to France. "So, how are you enjoying your new record? I don't think anyone else has had sex on campus mere hours after getting here."

"I didn't have sex on campus," Francis scowled at Arthur, who was sitting a couple of rows below them, in a group with a pair of blonde twins and a tan man with a cigar in his mouth (that shouldn't be allowed.) "My roommate cockblocked me, remember?"

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be," Antonio said, taking the prompt paper from the guy who was passing it out. "Who was it, anyways?"

"Her," Francis gestured to the Asian student with the ponytail, who'd somehow won the fourth person place in Feliciano's group. Lovino raised his eyebrows, and Gilbert whistled.

"Not bad, Francis," Gilbert smirked, nudging Francis on the arm. "She's a good one."

"Excuse me," the tall boy sitting behind them (Lovino couldn't help but notice that the other three members of his group were practically trembling in fear) said as he tapped Francis on the shoulder. He had a Russian accent. "Are you talking about that one?"

He pointed to the student with the ponytail, and the four of them nodded. A small smirk came to the boy's face. "That's Yao Wang."

They stared at him, silent and unblinking.

"He's a boy."

Lovino raised his eyebrows. Yao had had him fooled, but he didn't see what the big deal was. Francis didn't do him—he almost did, but he didn't. So he didn't see why this was important, considering Francis had openly flirted with him a few days back. Gilbert, however, thought differently. He was laughing so hard he looked like he was going to pass out, slamming his hand on his desk and causing a number of students to turn around and scowl at him. "L-Leave it—to Francis—to nearly bang some—gender-confused dude—j-just because he can! This is literally the best—thing—oh my god—I'm literally crying—!"

"Great," Francis sighed. "My roommate stopped me from getting with a really cute guy."

"By the way," the tall boy lowered his voice, and Francis shivered. "If you ever try to get with Yao again, I will literally castrate you."

And with that, he smiled at the four horrified boys, and continued with a giddy, happy tone. "Good luck on your essay!"

Needless to say, Antonio and Gilbert were done asking Francis about his first night on campus.

A/N: Review, please. - Lily