Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia, credit goes to xoBlackIcex, idea originated from 'Mr Kirkland' written by her. Also, events that happen within this story may or may not have happened within the fic, this is purely imaginative.

Authors Note: Thanks so much for the reviews! They mean a lot to me, and it makes me smile a lot when I read them. The story will be finishing up within the next 3-4 chapters!

Modern Day

"Tomate! Wait up!" He exclaimed, chasing after his Lovino. The younger slowed down, his beautiful bronze eyes impatient. Where might they have been going? Well, Antonio was going to make sure Lovino got an education. Over the last 60 years that he had his Lovino, a lot of things had been brought up, but what bothered Antonio most was his Tomate's lack, or having hardly any of, an education. And so, he was going to be enrolled in the local high school, and graduate!

"B-bastardo," He wheezed, "We need to get there sooner! Or I'm gonna be fucking late," He hissed, and Antonio pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, sending a gentle shudder through Lovino that made him quite happy.

"Hush tomate, we will get there in time," He cooed, and stroked back his hair, and he blushed bright red, smacking away his hand. Antonio sighed. Perhaps he should let him age up a bit. Maybe. That might be necessary. Lovino grabbed his hand, and practically dragged him onto the campus. Lovino's eyes widened, and he looked around. Antonio watched him fondly, and gently took him up to the attendance office.

"Hola, I'm Antonio Carriedo, and this is my cousin, Lovino Vargas. He's staying with me, and I wanted to get him enrolled," He said, turning on the charm to full blast, giving the old ladies there a swoon practically. Lovino pinched his wrist slightly, getting jealous. Antonio gave his hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"O-of course," one replied, and got out paperwork, "You'll just need to fill this out," She replied, and handed the clip board with papers on it to him. Lovino looked at it, and to his disappointment, it wasn't in Italian. Damn.

"Muchas gracias! We will fill this out, and then when will he start classes?" He asked them, and gave them another dazzling smile.

"T-tomorrow, more than likely," She replied. Lovino glanced at her name plate, and it read Mrs. Goldburg. Hmph. Antonio pulled over his tomate to the chairs, and started filling it out, green eyes observing it. He began to write down all the information, contact things… All those things. Lovino's eyes were on him, and he smiled. Sweet tomate. But he frowned, seeing him stand up out of the corner of his eye.

"Lovino, sit down," He said, patting the spot next to him again.

'Lovino sit down' my ASS, he thought and scowled. No, he had a mission. A blonde dude had entered the office. He was taller than Lovino, had bright blue eyes and a persistent cowlick. He could see something around him… And the smell of apples… He held back a hiss. Only one fucked up man could do that, and it was Him

"Antonio." He hissed, "We need to leave. Now." He said, and Antonio looked up at him with frowning eyes.

"We just got here!" He exclaimed, before catching the aura and scent too. He scowled, and stood up, but turned on the friendly, "We'll come back later with everything filled out!" He exclaimed cheerfully. The blond guy looked at them, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Lovino puffed out his cheeks, that did not bode well.

"Alright, come before 3 o'clock," Mrs. Goldburg (she smelled like an old lady with too many cats) said, and saw the blond, "Alfred! What brings you here?" She asked, frowning.

"I uh… I got a note?" He said, snapping out of his daze, and smiling at her, "It said to come to the office?" He asked. She smiled.

"Oh! Right! Well, we have a new student that will be starting tomorrow, and they need to finish up paperwork. Lovino, would you like to go on a tour of the school?" She asked him. Lovino looked up at Antonio, and he had a tight lipped smile, but gave a quick nod of approval.

"S-si," He replied, "Whatever." Alfred looked at him and grinned brightly, in a way that could only be described as fucking obnoxious.

"Let's go! The hero will show you around!" He exclaimed, and puffed out his chest, before Lovino face palmed and shot Antonio a glare that only could read I will fucking murder you in your fucking sleep you dip shit, and then I will dance on your grave before pouring gasoline on it and BURNING IT MOTHER FUCKER.

"Whatever, let's get this over with."

Alfred was a fucking chatter box, as they left the room, and down the hall. He stopped once they were away from the office and looked at Lovino.

"Do you have a brother?" He asked suddenly, "Or a cousin? Because you look really, really familiar…" He said, and Lovino snorted.

"I live with Antonio, he's my family," He replied. But that didn't feel right. It never felt right when he said it. There was someone… But who? Every time he tried to remember, the black stickiness seemed to drag down whatever he was trying to remember further down. He had asked Antonio once, and he had gotten that dark and scary look on his face, so he had given up.

"I have a brother!" He exclaimed, "He's pretty chill…" He trailed off, seeing a blond in the hall, with the same eerie eyes as Antonio. Lovino scowled. He knew him. Arthur fucking Kirkland, what a bitch hole.

"Hello boys," He said in that fucking accent. Lovino's neck hairs raised, and he barred his teeth at him, getting out a tomato, and munched on it. Alfred looked at Arthur, and he looked slightly in a trance.

"Caio bitch," He replied dryly, and munched on his tomato. Arthur tsked, and walked over.

"Careful, other wise Antonio will be angry with you," He said, and smiled. Alfred seemed to snap out of it momentarily, and gave him a glare.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed, and Arthur turned his full attention to Alfred.

"Why, poppet, don't you remember? I work here now," He replied smoothly, and smirked, watching him with the same predatory look that Antonio so often watched Lovino with. Lovino's neck hairs raised again. Oh fuck. Poor bastard, he's been claimed by creepy ass British dude. Ulgh, fucking creatures. He thought, and scowled.

"… Right," Alfred muttered, "Well, I'm taking Lovino on a tour, so-" He started to walk away, but the British man smiled eerily again.

"Mind if I tag along? You won't even know I'm there," He said, and his voice entailed more. Lovino let out an awkward cough, and scowled.

"Sorry bastard, I'm already on this freak show tour. Come another fucking time," He said. The British man looked like he wanted to tear out his liver and feed it to vulture. Lovino held his gaze, eyes narrowing. He wasn't fucking scared. Sure, he should be, but he wouldn't let this damn man interrupt the fucking tour with some kind of perverted nonsense.

"Well, poppet, Lovino, I shall see you two later," He replied after a little bit, turning his gaze to Alfred, and had on that fucking creepy ass smile again, that made Lovino want to hold onto Tonio, "Oh, and Lovino?" He asked, looking at him, "Fire gets out the darkness," He said, before walking down a hall.

"That was fucked up," Lovino said, shuddering. He looked at Alfred, who was watching him.

"… How did you do that?!" He exclaimed, "How did you hold him off like that? Tell me," He said, tone pleading and eyes were wide with worry.

"Simple. You can't let them get to you. Now, let's finish up this damn tour."