When we came home, something terrible was waiting at the Carriedo's doorstep. Lars and Bella. I always seem to think that when nothing else can possible get worse, it gets worse. And I am not the only one that thinks so. Antonio looks downright pissed.

"Antonio, can we work on the project at your house, and then Lars and Lovino can have our house?"

"I think that it would be nice if we all were at the same place. Then we are able to help each other out if we need it," the Spaniard says, but it was clear that it was not the real reason. Of course, I know that Toni only wants to keep me close and make sure that Lars and I are not alone together.

"Okay." She did not sound too happy. It was clear that she wants it to be just those two, without Lars and me. That bitch could just go to hell.

Antonio takes out the keys from his black jeans and unlocks the door. The Belgian goes into the hall, as if she has always been there, but Lars, on the other hand, well let's just say that it looks like he really needs a cigarette.

"Your room is up the stairs, right?" It's not hard to guess that she hopes that something entirely different would happen. Ohhh, I hate her. I would not allow her to do anything to him, ever.

"Can't we all just be in the living room?" I ask, knowing that Antonio would agree, Bella being pissed and Lars not giving a shit.

"I think that is a good idea, Lovi," Tonio says. Lars just grunts and Bella tries to hide her disappointment as she nods.

"Great!" The Spanish idiot smiles his huge smile and walks into the kitchen, saying that he will bring some chips. The siblings and I go and sit on the couch and taking up the PC.

"Which part of WWII shall we take?" The Netherlander asks me. I shrug.

"What do you want?" He does the same.

"You guys are just so awkward. Shall I pick for you, since you can't seem to find anything or even bother to!" Lars and I answer with a quick yes.

"I and Antonio will take the Invasion of Belgium, and you guys will take the Invasion of Holland. That makes a connection between our presentations. What do you think, Toni?"

"I think it sounds great! Do you agree Lovi?"

"Yes." It is Lars that answers.

"I did not ask you, shit face."

"Shut your mouth, stomme ezel"

"What did you say, maldito idiota holandés?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, vuile spaans varken"

Bella and I sigh, thinking of how stupid they are. We both whisper at the same time: "Maledetti idioti" "Verdomde idioten".

We look at each other for a moment, before we break into laughter.

"Bye, Toni and Lovi!" She waves and drags Lars with her.

I would never have thought that they could be so nic- No, she is trying to take Antonio from you, don't think of her as nice! She is evil, evil, evil! And Lars is kind of nice too, when he is not bothering Antonio (which is 75% of the time). But he did actually talk to me, and the four of us had a really good time. Wow, have I really sunken that low?

The answer is yes, and I am not proud of it.

My Spanish boyfriend closes the door. I begin walking to my room when Antonio takes my hand, but he does not stop me, just keeps walking and dragging me along. He stops in front of his room. I look up to see his little smile. Shit.

"You two seem to get along."

"Who?" I swallow hard. I already know whom he is talking about.

"Lars."

"Yeah…he is nice, I guess…" Slowly Lovino, slowly. Too late, he already pushes me through the door and closes it hard after us, and all along he is smiling his creepy and possessive smile.

It's finally Friday, and not any Friday. Because now Antonio and I have been together for 3 years! But sadly, the perfect day begins with a really sore back and me being tired as fuck.

The idiot is, of course, as happy as ever, no scratch that, he is even happier than usual. He always smiles, but today it even wider and brighter (if that is even possible). And now he sings me a Spanish love song and is so happy that the world might die from an overload of happiness.

He looks like he has slept for twelve hours; I on the other hand could have been taken for sleeping five. A lovely couple, I must say. One happy as fuck, and the other one looking so pissed that a big dog would run with their tail between their legs. Yeah…

"Lovi!" Happy voice.

"What?" Not so happy voice.

"Te amo."

"Fuck off."

"But, Lovi." He sounds like a kicked puppy. How can I refuse?

"Ti amo, bastardo."

"Awhh, Lovi, you're so cute! I think I need a hug!"

"No."

"A kiss?"

"No."

"But it is our anniversary, mi amor." He must know that I can't refuse his puppy packet.

If you wonder what the puppy packet is, then I will explain. It is an overdose of cuteness. It has the puppy eyes. The cute, little and childish pout, and don't forget the sparkles that automatically comes with the rest of the packet. No one but the victim can see those.

"Okay…" He squeals as he gives me a passionate kiss. The real shit, with tongue, teeth and the whole damn pack. It is not that I hate it, in fact, I love it, but I have my pride.

He pulls back and gives me a hug. That bastard smiles like an idiot, even when he looks at the clock on his arm and screams:

"LOVI, OMG, WE ARE LATE!" He throws me over his shoulder and runs to the car. We have history as the first class, and that means detention with Mr. Beilschmidt. Just great.

Stomme ezel – Dumb ass (Netherlands)

Maldito idiota holandés – You fucking dutch idiot (Spanish)

Vuile spaans varken – Dirty Spanish pig (Netherlands)

Maledetti idioti – Damn idiots (Italian)

Verdomde idioten – Damn idiots