Spamano is my OTP, so I gave up trying to for the most part keep it centered on the speaker. If language bothers you Romano is a main character in this one, so you have been warned.
Antonio shifted in his seat; he was up next and wondering if his chattering happy personality would help him get a good grade on his speech. He had only practiced a few times, and the stress was really starting to get to him. Groaning inwardly he began to gather up the props he would need to demonstrate with, careful to keep everything off of Lovino's desk. The teacher motioned for him to begin setting his things up at the front table. As he positioned his ingredients the Spaniard thought about his introduction and first few steps. The class, already anxious from sitting quietly from the first few speeches began to talk among themselves.
Turning to face his classmates and teacher Antonio took out his red and yellow notecards. Looking over at Lovino he was cursing at Ludwig, as was per usual. Sighing he glanced over at his extremely perverted French friend Francis. He was smiling and doing that crazy laugh of his as he watched Gilbert and Elizabeta argue and hit each other. Grimacing slightly at Francis' behavior he turned his steady gaze back to Lovino, who was by now screaming curse words at the tall blonde German.
Ludwig just shrugged back at him, used to the swearing by now, and looked back down at his speech notes. Seething the short-tempered Italian finally looked up at Antonio. Smiling now that he had his tomato's attention, even if it was meant to be mean and rude, the Spaniard began his speech.
Instead of making eye contact with everyone like the grading template said, he just stared at Lovino. Glancing around him Lovino tried to find what was so attention grabbing, then he realized what Antonio was doing. Blushing slightly he scowled and looked down at the notes he was supposed to be taking. The ever apparent smile was still present on the Spanish student's face.
"And that is how the first churro was made. To begin mixing your own batter-"Lovino zoned out and looked at the content look in his friend's eyes as he spoke about churros. If anyone really looked at him, the guy's entire body just screamed "I'm happy!" Snorting at his own thoughts Lovino caught Francis smirking at him with a knowing look on his face.
"Perverted French bastard!" He hissed over his shoulder in the Frenchman's direction. There was no way that he liked the tomato bastard that way! The idiot had kind of taken them in since they were little because his parents were drunks, but that just made him a thoughtful friend, right? Wait… He never had anyone except Feliciano, when did he start thinking of Antonio as a friend?!
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Lovino looked back up at the speaker. Antonio was demonstrating how to roll the churros.
"This is going to take way to long if I try to do this entire batch myself, any volunteers?" Antonio looked around the room. The only one who raised his head was Francis, and it was a possibility he might try to do more that make churros. Putting his most pitiful and depressed his face Antonio approached Lovino.
"Por favor, ayúdame Lovi."
"No."
"Por favooor!" He shook Lovino's shoulders while he spoke. Lovino pushed him away and cut him off.
"Fine! I'll shape your stupid churros." Groaning inwardly he slammed his chair under the table.
"Good luck fratello!" Feliciano, his idiot brother yelled from the other side of the room. Gritting his teeth Lovino stood next to Antonio, shaping and placing the churros on a cookie sheet. His eyes found Francis, who was silently gloating. 'Hurry up and finish your speech already tomato bastard!' He thought to himself.
Grinning Antonio grabbed Lovino's wrists to manipulate the cookie sheet of churros in his hands.
"If you place them evenly apart like Lovi has-" 'How dare he call me that stupid nickname in front of the whole class!' "-they will cook evenly all the way through." He twisted Lovino's arms slightly to show the class the churros before letting go when he realized that he was still holding the Italian's wrists.
"Lo siento," he whispered to Lovino as he removed his hands. A few seconds later Antonio wrapped up his speech and it was over. Pondering every angle of his speech Antonio began to pack up his supplies. Flustered and blushing from the unexpected hand holding Lovino slid silently into his seat. Chattering to anyone who would listen, Antonio plopped down into his own chair after handing his colorful notecards to the teacher.
Francis looked over at Lovino again, and this time it pushed him over the edge. Losing his temper the Italian turned around completely in his seat and flipped the French student off. Unfortunately, the teacher finished filing Antonio's cards just as his fingers were being lowered. She pressed the intercom button next to the door.
"Would Mr. Phillips please come to room 37, Mr. Phillips please come to room 37." 'Oh shit!' Thought Lovino to himself. 'There's no way I can get out of this one.' Placing defiant body language over his fear he went to wait by the door, a few minutes later he left with the councilor.
Antonio who was, as always, oblivious noticed that he was gone about five minutes later.
"Anyone know where Lovi went?" Gilbert sniggered at him.
"Not awesome enough to get out of trouble, that's what!" He broke off laughing again. Grumbling Antonio turned to watch the next speaker, really thinking about Lovino.
Terrible ending... Oh well. And to my personal China, England and America: Please don't review anything about what happened at 'America's' house. Other than that... All reviews are welcome, even flames.
