So... I was going to post this sooner, but then I started rereading the story, and you guys are amazing. I don't know how you guys made it through those chapters they were *shudders* I don't even want to think about it anymore. So I fixed up the first two and am slowly going through the rest. Hmm, you'll have to excuse me if I don't update as often as I should. I get lazy sometimes, sorry... Also, I stopped switching POV inbetween the chapter... do you like that more or...?

I hope the grammar has been improving. Shout out to MyChemPoison23 and Haiti2013 for your betareading skills of awesomeness. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. At all. Maybe the laptop I posted this on, but that's it.

Chapter 7: Midnight

"Come on!" Antonio exclaimed, taking hold of his friend's feet in a fruitless attempt to pull him out of bed.

"It's so early, just let me sleep for twenty four more hours," the German whined, grabbing onto the bedpost.

"If we go now, we can go get Mattie first. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you," the Spaniard coaxed, letting go of his roommate.

"You think?" The albino asked happily, lifting his head out of his pillow. "I mean I am pretty awesome. I don't see any reason she wouldn't want to see me." He sat up and looked at his classmate. "She will want to see me..." He started rubbing his arm uncomfortably. "Right? What if she likes Lovino? Are they a thing? I can't do this," Gilbert admitted, falling back onto his bed.

"Oh look. I got a text from Mattie. She wants to know where we are," Antonio said, glancing at his phone. "I guess-" he stopped talking when he saw the German in front of him, fully dressed and zipping up his red jacket.

The albino looked up to meet the eyes of his friend. "Let's go already!" With that said, he took the Spaniard's hand and headed out.

Gilbert pounded on the door to Mattie's dorm.

"Keep it down! Everyone's sleeping," Antonio warned.

"I thought you said Mattie texted you?" the albino asked, scratching the side of his head.

"I had to say something! You weren't going to come otherwise!" the Spaniard yell-whispered.

"Did you at least tell them we were coming?" the silver haired teen questioned, cocking his head a tad to the right.

"No," the teen admitted.

"Did they have any idea that today is our day together?"

"Did you tell them?"

"No."

"Then no."

"So we just came knocking at their door at midnight?"

"Si," Antonio nodded. The albino pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

"Two guys," Gilbert gestured to himself and his companion, "snuck into the girls' building, in the middle of the night, uninvited."

"ยกSi!"

Gilbert spent a good minute face palming before the door opened. A brunette was standing in the doorway leaning against the frame; she examined her frying pan before looking at her visitors.

"You better have a damn good reason for waking me up," she stated, glaring at her guests.

"Elizaveta," the albino said nervously. "Long time no see."

"Not long enough Gil," she began as she tapped the palm of her left hand with the cooking utensil. "Not nearly long enough." She pushed herself up so that she stood in the middle of the entrance and dropped her hands to her sides. "You still haven't given me a reason." She tightened her grip on the piece of metal.

"We're here to get Mattie," the albino explained with a shy smile.

"And both of you had to come?"

"We were going to get Lovino too," the Spaniard smiled.

"At midnight?" She asked dryly.

"We plan on spending the day with them," Gilbert stated.

"That still doesn't explain why you're here." The girl glared at the two teens, clearly annoyed.

"The entire day, so for the full twenty four hours."

"No," she stated plainly, already starting to close the door.

"Wait," the German began, sticking his foot out to stop the door. "If you don't let us in, I'll tell Ivan and Alfred about your pictures."

Elizaveta pulled the door open and stepped back.

"What pictures?" She asked in a voice that was the epitome of dumb girl.

"Don't even try that. Roderich tells me everything."

"Roderich tells you everything? Look at that pig fly," Elizaveta remarked pointing to the air behind them. The Spaniard turned around expectantly, but saw nothing.

"Ok... more like I force it out of him," the German began staring anywhere, but at the girl in front of him. "But that doesn't matter. Don't let us in and I'll tell them."

"You wouldn't." The two stared at each other for an intense moment before the brunette gave in.

"Her room is right over there," the Hungarian pointed, heading back to her room.

"Thanks," Gilbert grinned, walking in and closing the door once he and his friend entered.

Elizaveta stopped in front of her room and looked over her shoulder. "If you ever wake me up this early ever again, I'll knock you into next week," she warned grimly. "Have a nice night," the girl added with a smile. She went into her room to let the others think about what she had said.

"Pleasant, isn't she?" Gilbert asked sarcastically, knocking on Mattie's bedroom door.

Antonio simply smiled as the two waited for response. Another brunette answered the door. He stood before his guests solely in his boxers. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were filled with fatigue.

"What do you want?" Lovino barked.

"Lovino..." A feminine voice beckoned from inside the room. "Why did you get up? Close the door, come back to bed," the voice whined.

"We have visitors," the Italian stated calmly.

"Lovino?" Gilbert asked quietly.

"No, this is Arthur. The fuck do you want?" The irritated teen quipped.

Mattie walked up sleepily and hugged Lovino from behind, causing him to blush slightly. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered something to him. Then she opened the door and stood up properly so that her guests could see her fully. She was wearing the same button up shirt that Lovino had on earlier, as far as they knew, that's all she was wearing. Her hair was absent of her usual pigtails and completely unkempt. She ran her fingers through her hair to fix it.

"Is that Lovino's shirt?" Gilbert inquired.

Mattie blushed slightly. "Is it? I must not have noticed. I was so tired. Lovino was riding me all night." The albino stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what he heard.

"That's because you didn't listen to me the first time," the Italian argued, turning to face the girl, forgetting about the guests.

"You could've at least have gone easy on me," she protested modifying her stance to get a better view of the brunette.

"That takes the fun out of it!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "You know it wouldn't be good that way."

"Maybe just once," she muttered, twiddling her thumbs.

"If it's not rough it's a waste of time," he reasoned, crossing his arms.

"But I guess it was fun. There was a moment last night I was sure I would never be able to stand again," she smiled, meeting the boy's eyes.

"Hey, you knew fully well what you were getting into."

"Yeah but, I think I opened my mouth so wide it unhinged," she said, rubbing her jaw.

"You obviously need more practice," the Italian smirked, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"And who would I practice with? You? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow.

"Obviously, last night was amazing. We need to do that sort of thing more often," the brunette smiled.

"Yeah," the girl nodded. "But now I'm out of syrup. I've never-" the Canadian began, only to be interrupted by a certain red-faced albino. The German had finally gotten his grip back on reality.

"La la la la" Gilbert sang, plugging his hands into his ears. "I don't need to hear about any of your lewd acts ok," he stated, sick of hearing the two talk.

A/N: So I got to thinking, this is Spamano right? What's Spamano without severe misunderstandings? Nothing. If you liked this chapter, please review! That would be really encouraging. The next chapter is going be yesterday evening from Lovino's side. :D