The rain didn't seem to be lighting up at all. It kept coming down in buckets, though maybe buckets aren't quite the right words?

'When it all starts coming undone, baby you're the only one I run to,' Lovino heard through the headphones. He had no idea what this song was, but he liked it. It was catchy and the singers' voices sounded nice. It sounded sort of country. Lovino never really like country before, but he like this one it seemed.

The Italian was sort of confused as to why the German would own a song like this. Most of the songs he heard were mostly rock, some metal, and quite a few German ones too. He didn't hear one like this before. Gilbert probably had no idea the Italian was listening to this song, but Lovino couldn't help but wonder what the German would say if Lovino asked him about it.

Lovino looked up at Gilbert, who was looking out in front of him seeming so casual. He always tried to pass himself off as cocky and full of himself yet still, here the German was, being nice to Lovino walking him home in the pouring rain and not making fun of the Italian's stupid fear or even questioning it. Lovino couldn't help but wonder if the German had a whole different side to himself that he hasn't revealed to the Italian yet.

Lovino found himself being pulled to a stop, as the older student stopped walking. The warmth from around his shoulder disappeared as well.

"This the place?" Gilbert asked Lovino, staring at the large tan-colored house they were in front of.

"Uh, yeah." Lovino said looking up at his recently newly moved into house as he removed the German's headphones from his head and held them in his hands, not wanting them to get any more wet from his hair. It didn't surprise Lovino that Gilbert knew where his house was, he told him the street name and the house number after all.

"Alright then." Gilbert said as he leads Lovino down the path to the front porch. "Here's your bag." informed the German as he held out Lovino's backpack. Lovino didn't even realize he was carrying it.

"Oh, here's your headphones." Lovino said as he took his bag and gave Gilbert his black and white headphones back. "Uh, grazie. For walking me home, and for the headphone thing I guess. It helped…" Lovino blushed as he looked away.

This caused Gilbert to laugh a little and ruffle the shorter student's hair. "No problem, Vögelchen." he smiled as he started to walk away.

The Italian stood there for a few moments until, "Wait!" called out Lovino. He regretted saying that words as the German turned around to look at the Italian with those beautiful red eyes looking at him. Lovino mentally slapped himself as he blushed and continued. "Do you need a ride or something? I could probably get my Nonno to give you a ride." Before Lovino could stop himself, the words left his mouth.

"Nein, that's okay. I can walk. I'll see you around." the German waved as he started to turn away once again.

"Aspetti!" Lovino yelled once again. "What about your sweatshirt?" he asked tugging at the red fabric that was around his shoulders.

"Keep it." Gilbert smiled at Lovino, causing the Italian to get a weird feeling in his stomach. "I have plenty."

With that, Gilbert turned around and waved at the Italian one last time. "See you tomorrow, Vögelchen."

Lovino watched the German walk away for a few moments, before he felt a bit weird again and turned to his front door, taking out the key. The Italian sort of smiled to himself as he opened it up and stepped inside his warm house.

He looked at the sweatshirt that clung to his shoulders and smiled at it. Lovino thought what Gilbert had just done for him was incredibly nice. The only thing that bothered him now was that how was Lovino going to make it up to the German? Lovino believed in always repaying your dues in life, especially to those who offer free acts of kindness.

The Italian was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't realize that another person had entered the room.

"Oh Lovi, you're home!" smiled the tan, dark-haired Italian man. "Huh, you're all wet Lovino! And you're smiling. Are you feeling okay?" asked the man with concern.

"Cosa? Oh no, I'm fine, Nonno. I just walked home." Lovino informed trying to hide his smile.

"What? You walked? I was just got home and was on my way to pick you up." the boy's Grandfather explained. "I know how much you hate thunder storms and all so I-"

"I know." Lovino cut off the older man. "It's okay, though. I walked with a friend." Lovino said bluntly.

"What friend?" asked the man seeming to glow with happiness and excitement.

"Just some guy from school. He gave me his music so I didn't have to hear the storm." Lovino shrugged.

"Well that was nice of him." his Grandfather smiled. "Did he give you his jacket too?" he asked raising an eyebrow looking at the red sweatshirt.

Lovino's face formed to an annoyed expression. "I hate you." he said as he turned to the stairs.

"Lovino, wait!" called out the Italian man with a smile. "I just wanted to know! Now, is this boy nice? What does he look like? What's his name?" asked the brunette.

"I am not having this conversation with you now." Lovino said bluntly as he started walking up the stairs. He knew what his Grandfather was getting at.

'Me and Gilbert? No, t-that can't happen. We don't know each other like that…'

The Italian boy ignored his Grandfather's playful laughs as he stomped up to his room and shut his door.

Lovino removed Gilbert's sweatshirt and sat down at his desk chair, not wanting to get his bed wet. He thought to himself for a few moments before he went over to his dresser to put on some comfortable, and dry, clothing.

'He can't like me like that can he? I mean, we've just met each other! No, he couldn't I mean I'm… well me. He couldn't like me. I don't like him like that either. Do I?' he asked himself as he undid the last button on his wet, white dress shirt, throwing it into the corner by his laundry basket.

Lovino sighed as he pulled his favorite Italian football sweatshirt on over his head. 'Stupid Nonno for putting ideas in my head…'

The Italian jumped as a boom of thunder occurred. He quickly looked out his window, remembering the storm.

"Lovino?" asked his Nonno's voice from downstairs as if he knew the Italian was frightened. He probably did, after all these years. Though Lovino would never admit he was scared.

"I'm coming right now!" Lovino shouted back almost immediately as he grabbed his backpack, because he had homework that needed to be done, and ran down stairs to his awaiting Grandfather.


Translations;

Grazie- thank you

Aspetti- wait

Nonno- Grandfather, Grandpa, etc.

Cosa- what

German;

Vögelchen- Birdie

Nein- No


The following days after Lovino and Gilbert's experience were pretty normal. Thankfully for the Italian, Gilbert hadn't mentioned that day in the rain since it happened. They continued their normal routine of Lovino trying to ignore the German and Gilbert trying to annoy the Italian.

Lovino laughed to himself about how he thought that the German was caring. Gilbert would always steal Lovino's lunches, follow him while the Italian tried to walk home, and not leave him and his other friends alone. Though that was okay because Elizabeta took care of him. To Lovino, Gilbert had to be the exact opposite of caring!

That is, until about two weeks later when Lovino was in gym class…

Lovino walked down the hall with the company of his friends, Alfred and Laura. Well, he was just barely walking.

What was wrong with the Italian? Lately he'd been feeling a whole lot drowsier than usual. He even tried sleeping at a different time, but nothing seemed to work. He'd still be tired. Maybe he should take some sleeping pills? The brunette tried to shake it off, as he kept quite as he listened to the two blondes talk to each other.

"Come on Laur, you can at least get me one of their numbers!" the American pleaded to the Belgian girl.

This only caused the other blonde to laugh. "Al, I don't think they'd be interested. I mean, you've already tried all the girls in our gym class." she reminded.

"Ah, but what would this world be without persistence, Laura?" Alfred smiled raising a finger.

The teen sighed and gave another cute laugh. "That is something you have a lot of…" she started. "Maybe," This caused the America to clench his fist and shout a 'YES!'. "I said maybe. Don't get so excited just yet."

"But still, how could they resist me? Look at me, I'm a stud!" Alfred shouted flashing a pose. "What do you think, Lovino?" he asked the Italian.

Lovino was too busy trying to keep himself from falling to the ground that he didn't hear the question being asked.

"Hey, Lovino!" Alfred shouted shaking Lovino's shoulders a bit, causing the Italian to jump slightly and look up with a scowl on his face. "You alright?" he asked concern filling his eyes.

"Yeah," Laura spoke up. "You seem a little tense and tired."

Lovino shook Alfred's arm off his shoulder. "I'm fine." came his blunt response, as he kept walking giving a scowl to the ground.

"What's wrong with you? You're acting ruder than usual." Alfred some-what complained, but in truth he was concerned.

"Why the hell do you care?" Lovino asked coldly. Before he continued, he took a slide glance at his two blonde friends and saw their hurt and confused expressions. "Sorry," he sighed. "I'm actually a bit tired. I just haven't been getting enough sleep I guess." he informed as he looked at the ground wearily.

"Het is goed." Laura smiled at him kindly. "We all get a little cranky now and then. You should try going to bed a bit earlier."

Lovino thought he should tell her that he has been, but just felt weary all the time no matter what, but just shook it off. They arrived at the gym anyway.

When they arrived in the gym, Lovino was upset to find out that they would actually be doing something today.

Laura waved goodbye for the moment as she made her way to the girls' locker room and Alfred and Lovino to the boys'.

After Lovino got through the awkward situation of change in front of other people, he and Alfred were in their gym uniforms standing in the gym.

They stood in line as they waited to be instructed by Mr. Karpusi. Lovino was surprised to see Gilbert standing next to the Greek man with a clipboard in his hand and a whistle around his neck.

"Alright class, settle down." Mr. Karpusi hushed the class, all of them now stopping their conversations. "As some of you may or may not know, it's Student Week at the WWA." he informed. Though it didn't really help Lovino that much. He turned to Lein who was standing next to him.

"Uh, what is Student Week?" he whispered to the Vietnamese girl.

The dark-haired girl turned to the Italian. "It's when a bunch of students get to play teacher for a day. It's only for the 3rd and 4th year students, though. It's pretty stupid, if you asked me." she whispered back as she looked towards the teacher once again.

Lovino nodded and looked to the German boy standing proudly with his usual grin. He didn't know how long he had been staring, but Gilbert soon saw the Italian's eyes on him and he flashed the boy a wink. Lovino felt his face heat up as he quickly turned away.

"This is Gilbert Beilschmidt, you'll address him as Mr. Beilschmidt while he's teaching in my place today." Mr. Karpusi instructed. The Greek man gave the German boy a pat on the shoulder. "Take it away, Gil." he said as he walked into his office.

"Alright!" grinned the 'teacher'. "How about we play a little game I like to call Völkerball. Otherwise known as Dodgeball." he smiled evilly.


Dutch Translations;

Het is goed- That's okay

German Translations;

Völkerball- Dodgeball


ARGHJDJSAD. I'm sorry guys! I wanted to post this chapter yesterday for Valentine's Day, but I didn't get to work on it that much 'cause I had school, I was lazy, my brother wanted me to watch Hotel Transylvania with him… The list goes on.

Anyway, I made this be a two part-er because I have to get working on the other chapters, and I wanted to update for you guys. This weekend I'll be going away and I'll get to write a lot were I'm going so~.

Also, more stuff will be revealed about Lovino later, we'll see more of the Science Trio, and would you guys want a "date" chapter for Lovino and Gilbert? I put "date" because they wouldn't really ask each other out they'd just be going as "friends". Yeah, sure guys.

That's all for now! Stay tuned~!