Lovino was so glad that he had another day to think before going back to school. When he woke up in the morning, his head hurt, and all he could think about was the previous night. Antonio. It was always Antonio. What Bella had said to him on the phone didn't help, either.

Okay, maybe it did. But it didn't. She made him realize that, yes, after all, he did actually like Antonio, but no, he wouldn't ever admit it to anyone else.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up. Damn, he was so glad it was Sunday. Looking at the clock, he realized it was 10:30 and the house was very quiet.

Dammit, Feliciano and his mother had gone to church again. Without him. Lovino groaned and decided to go back to sleep.


Monday. Lovino really hated Mondays. They meant going back to school, waking up early, no siestas… He had ditched Feliciano on the way to school and was quietly walking alone. When he walked into the building, it was still pretty empty, and he went to his locker before collecting his materials for class.

Still half asleep, Lovino was grateful that the halls were still fairly quiet, and there were no obnoxious Germans (or as Gilbert would say, "Prussians") running through the hall. Yet. Slamming his locker shut, he made his way to the math room and took a seat. There were a couple other people in the room, but the talking was kept to a quiet buzz.

That was, until a certain Spaniard walked in.

"Hi, Lovi!" Antonio said, taking his seat behind the sleepy Italian. "How are you? How was your weekend? Well, how was your Sunday, considering I already know how your Sa-"

Lovino smacked Antonio in the face with his notebook. "Shut up, bastard!" he hissed. "Dammit, why do you have to be so loud?"

Antonio blinked, then realized that everybody in the classroom was staring at them, some with amused expressions, some confused, and a couple snickering.

"But Lovi, I-"

"Stop calling me Lovi, dammit!" Lovino turned red again, much to the delight of a certain junior.

"Ah, my apologies, but it just takes so much more time to say Lovino!" Antonio laughed, making the younger boy turn even redder. Damn, he liked Antonio's laugh. W-wait what?

"I-it's only one more syllable!" Lovino spluttered. "How stupid are you?"

Antonio looked like he was about to answer, but at that moment the bell rang and the teacher walked in, calling attention to the class. Lovino turned around and inwardly let out a sigh of relief.


The rest of the day seemed to go by without any trouble. Arthur and Lovino worked together on an English assignment, and had made plans to hang out that weekend. Everything seemed to be going fine, until science, that is…


"Bonjour, Lovino," Francis said as the Italian took his seat in science. The world must have hated him if he had to sit next to Francis in science, and Antonio in Spanish.

"What do you want, bastard?" Lovino grumbled. His day was officially ruined.

"To talk to you about Antonio~" Lovino froze. Francis had just gotten straight to the point, without saying anything beforehand.

"What about him?" Lovino asked slowly, not looking the Frenchman in the eye. Instead, he focused on his books.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Lovino," Francis winked.

"Pretend I don't know what?" He was getting impatient. Stupid bastard, messing with him and taking his time. They had a test that he hadn't studied for, and Lovino had been hoping to use this time to go over his notes.

"Ah, I want to talk about your relationship!" Okay. What?

"O-our relationship? Che cazzo? What the hell are you talking about? Antonio and I aren't in any sort of relationship, snail-sucker," Lovino snarled. Francis had to hide a snicker behind one hand. "I don't know what you're talking about!" At this, Francis began to chuckle, and Lovino had to resist the urge to slap him. The blond simply began to twirl a lock of his long hair, ignoring the glares from the Italian next to him.

"Ohonhonhon, you simply assume that I meant something other than what I actually said. A relationship can be friendship, too. Ah, you were right, though. But you see, you don't need to hide it. I already know." His eyes glinted.

Lovino sighed. "Bastard, I don't know what you're talking about. So either shut the fuck up and let me be, or tell me what the hell you're going on about here."

"You know very well what I'm talking about~"

"If I knew what you were talking about, why they flying fuck would I be asking you?" he sighed and put his head in his hands.

"There's no need to hide it. You're in love with Antonio." Again, straight to the point. Lovino froze once more.

"I-I don't know… W-what the fuck? W-why would you think I'm in love with that tomato bastard? Who even said I liked guys? Are you-" his voice started to rise and he began to speak faster.
"Lovino, Lovino, first things first. Denial. Always denial. More importantly, I can always tell these things. I am French, non? It is not hard to tell that you are in love with mon ami Antonio. He likes guys, too." Another wink. He smiled and went on. "There is no point in denying it. You must confess your love. Oh, and stop being such a little bitch." And that was it.

Well fuck. So that made two people who knew that Lovino was in love- no, two people who knew Lovino liked Antonio. A little bit. But how did that bastard find out? I-it wasn't that obvious, was it? And if Francis knew, did that mean that Gilbert knew? More importantly, did it mean Antonio knew?
Shitshitshit. There was no way Antonio could know. It's not like he liked Lovino anyways! Lovino groaned quietly, earning himself an amused smirk from Francis.

All he knew was that Spanish was going to be a dreadful affair, and they had a tutoring session that night. Great, just great. It seemed like the whole world was out to get Lovino.


The moment Lovino walked into his house, he went up to his room and collapsed on the bed.

Surviving science had been enough to drain all his energy, with Francis sending him several looks throughout the whole class and whatnot.

Antonio had been his usual oblivious self during Spanish, so Lovino found it safe to assume that he didn't know anything about Lovino l-liking him.

And then there was their tutoring session…

Lovino had walked home with Antonio after school, and nothing different seemed to happen. However, Lovino had wanted to get home as soon as possible, and even oblivious Antonio seemed to realize that the younger boy was anxious about it.

"What's wrong, Lovino?"

He had stopped writing when Antonio had asked him this. "N-nothing," he said, looking away.

"Well, if you say so…"

That was it. He groaned into his pillow and shut his eyes, trying to clear his head. Lovino could feel a huge headache coming on, and he hadn't eaten. Strangely, he wasn't even hungry. Plus, Lovino knew that if he went downstairs to get something eat, Feliciano would pounce on him to find out where he had been.

This day felt just like a day that had happened at the beginning of the year.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Lovino realized that he still had homework to do, and he was actually getting a bit hungry. Cursing, he got up and made his way downstairs quietly, trying not to make too much noise so that his brother wouldn't hear him.

Unfortunately, just as Lovino opened the refrigerator, Feliciano bounced into the room.

"Lovino!" he cried, giving his brother a huge hug. "Where have you been? You smell like tomatoes! I made some pizza and left you some right here!" Feliciano pointed to a plate on the shelf and Lovino took it out.

"Thanks," he muttered, sticking it in the microwave for thirty seconds.

"So where have you been, fratello?" Lovino bit his lip as he tried to come up with a lie.

"Uhh, I just took a walk into town for a little bit…"

"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Well at least he hadn't picked up on the lie.

"Mhmmm."

"Well, I'm going to go finish my homework! Ludwig helped me today~ He's coming over after school tomorrow!" Lovino froze, his hand squeezing on the microwave door.

"H-he's what? He's coming over?"

"Yep!" Feliciano smiled cheerfully.

"Merda…" This couldn't be happening. Antonio was supposed to come over.

"What's wrong, brother?" Feliciano tilted his head a little, surprised by his brother's reaction. At least he wasn't swearing at him.

"N-nothing! I just won't be home right away tomorrow!" Lovino took his pizza out of the microwave and all but sprinted up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Well, what was he going to do? Antonio couldn't come over anymore, so he would have to find somewhere else to meet up with him. Why did that stupid potato bastard have to ruin everything for him?

Okay, he didn't really, but Lovino didn't like him and wanted someone to blame everything on. Besides, there was obviously something going on between that bastard and his little brother. And there was no way Lovino would let that happen.

Checking the clock, Lovino sighed and pulled out his English homework. It was almost eight o'clock and he had a lot of work to do. It was going to be such a long night.


A/N: -hides- I know, I know, I was supposed to update yesterday. Please don't kill me D: My editor wasn't able to get to a computer and this chapter really needed help. SORRY FOR ANY PROBLEMS. FF was being messed up so there might be problems with this chapter... Aaaaand this chapter is pretty short and really sucks. I know. It was kinda a filler, and I had writer's block... Soooo yeah.

Updates: These next few weeks are going to be pretty busy for me. I'm going to TRY to get at least two chapters up before August 8th, because I'm leaving for Panama that week. Yay! And then I have my last week of summer, as well as band camp, sooo... Yeah. Gahhh I am so sorry.

There's stuff I'm forgetting to put here but I really can't think of what it is... But thank you to all my readers! I love you all so much and I'm sorry to disappoint with this chapter x-x' Maybe things will start to heat up soon... ;D