"Hey jackass, you can't come over after school," Lovino said as he and Antonio took their seats in math. Antonio's face was a mixture of surprise and disappointment, but he quickly put on a fake smile.

"Ahh, that's fine-"

"But if you still need to study we can go somewhere else," Lovino interjected. This time, Antonio's face was definitely a face of surprise.

"What… what do you mean, Lovi?" he asked.

"I mean, you can't come over. That fucking potato bastard is coming over after school and if I remember correctly, which I sure as hell do, then no one else is supposed to find out about this. So… we can go somewhere else if you want." He added the last part quickly, and Antonio blinked, wondering if he had actually heard him right.

"Of course I would like to!" Antonio said, a real smile not on his face that made Lovino look away. "I mean, uh, yes, that would be fine, because I really need to study for Spanish, after all, ahaha…" the older boy squirmed in his seat a bit, realizing what he had said, and rubbed the back of his neck. "So… where do you want to meet up?"

Lovino finally looked back at Antonio, and realized that he had no idea. "Well, uh, I don't know… It doesn't matter…"

"How about the Panera Bread in town?" Antonio suggested. "I love to go their on the weekends~"

"Whatever, as long as we actually get work done I don't want to waste my afternoon sitting in some café instead of working." The Italian grumbled, secretly pleased with the idea. Maybe sitting in a nice, cozy café with the Spaniard wouldn't be so bad, after all...

"Yes, we will get work done, I promise!" Antonio agreed with a (very enthusiastic) nod.

"But I need to run home after school first, so I'll just meet you there," Lovino mumbled, the scowl returning to his face.

"Okay, Lovi! I'll be waiting!" Lovino blushed and pretended he hadn't heard that last part, even though Antonio hadn't exactly been quiet.

So what was it Lovino had to go home after school for? Directions to Panera Bread. Of course, he could have walked with Antonio, but they were supposed to keep their meetings a secret, and he didn't want people to see them walking together, or there would most certainly be questions.

When school let out, Lovino quickly walked home so he could avoid Feliciano and his bastard friend. As he made his way to his room so he could get his computer, Lovino grabbed a V8 (tomato flavored, of course) out of the refrigerator for a snack. He sat down on his bed and turned on his computer, googling the Panera Bread in town and printing the directions. Snatching the warm paper from the printer, Lovino left the house and began his walk to town, grateful that he didn't run into his brother or anyone else.

After getting lost a couple times, Lovino finally found his destination, and shoved the directions in his bag so Antonio wouldn't see them, feeling a little out of breath. Lovino paused to catch his breath before pushing the door of the restaurant open.

Almost right away, he spotted the back of Antonio's head and silently walked over to the table, putting his backpack on the chair across from Antonio.

"Lovi! I didn't see you get here, ahaha… It's so good to see you!" Antonio greeted him cheerfully.

"Idiot, I saw you half an hour ago," was the grumbled reply.

"Yes, well… I got a bread bowl of tomato soup! To share!"

Lovino stared at Antonio, face paling, then turning bright red as he looked at the steaming bowl in front of him as he began to splutter. "Wh-what the hell? What is this? We're here to study! And you bought soup, expecting me to share it with you? We're not mar-" Lovino caught himself before he finished that sentence and turned even redder.

"Ahahahha, Lovi, your face is the same color as the soup!" Antonio ate a spoonful of the tomato soup, causing Lovino to blush furiously and look away so he wouldn't shoot daggers at Antonio, because he would probably make a comment about that too. But before either of them could say something else, something red began to spread across the table rapidly, and they both gasped.

"What the fuck is that, bastard?" Lovino shrieked as the liquid started to drip on the floor, looking suspiciously like blood.

"I, ah, I think it's the soup…" Antonio admitted nervously.

"Well how the hell did it get all over the fucking table? Get something to clean it up!" the Italian demanded.

"I think I ate the bottom of the bowl, ahahah," Antonio laughed and ran off to grab some napkins before Lovino could scream at him some more for being such an idiot. Which he was.

By the time Antonio had finally cleaned up the mess from the tomato soup, Lovino was ready to bang his head repeatedly against the table. Their lesson had seemed to go well, yes, Antonio was getting better, if only a bit. But no, he had to keep trying to make the whole soup incident up to Lovino by offering to buy him dinner or come over and make some home-made paella (which sounded good, but not as good as Italian food).

As much as the gesture pleased him, he refused. He made it seem as if he was appalled by the suggestion, even though he really, really wanted to comply.

Hell, Antonio had even offered to walk Lovino home again. Of course, Lovino objected because then he would have a lot of explaining to do when Feliciano saw them.

"So, tomorrow you're going to come over to do your math homework, right~?" Antonio interrupted Lovino's thoughts.

"R-right, bastard. And don't make tomato soup."

"But you love tomatoes!"

"If you make tomato soup, I swear-"
"Okay, I won't make tomato soup," Antonio said with a creepy eyebrow wiggle.

"You freak, I'm serious."

"As am I!"

Lovino left after that, making sure Antonio wasn't following him before pulling out the directions he had printed earlier so he could get home quickly. The November afternoon was chilly and it was starting to get darker outside.

When Lovino finally made it home, it was almost completely dark outside, and it was getting very cold. He walked into the kitchen only to find… something very unexpected.

Feliciano was on the floor, and Ludwig was… standing on top of the kitchen counter, scrubbing… the ceiling…?

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Lovino screeched, causing Ludwig to fall off the counter and on top of a startled Feliciano.

"L-Lovi"

"What are you doing on top of my brother?"

"Fratello! Let me explain!" Feliciano pleaded, seeing his brother's face turn a very angry shade of red.

"You better explain what the hell happened in here!" The kitchen was covered in a disgusting orangey-paste looking thing, and it had even managed to cover the ceiling and the floor. On top of the counter was the blender, which held even more of the disgusting mystery substance.

"Well you see, Ludwig and I were hungry, so I decided to make dinner!" Feliciano started, while Ludwig sat down on the floor next to him, rubbing the bump on the back of his head. Lovino smirked as Feliciano went on. "But I had a craving for a smoothie! I cooked the spaghetti noodles in a pot first, then put the noodles in the blender with a tomato and some wurst! And then a noodle got caught in the blade and the blender exploded! Ka-boom!"

If Lovino had been confused before, then right now, he was so lost, even Google maps wouldn't be able to find his location.

"You… put pasta in the blender? With wurst?" Oh, that potato bastard had done it. "What the hell, Feliciano? Since when do we put pasta in the fucking blender? And since when do we eat wurst? What the fuck have you done to my brother?" Lovino shouted at Ludwig, who didn't even blink.

"I did nothing," Ludwig said, trying his best to stay calm.

"Shut up! Shut up! Just… Just get out! But clean this mess up first!" Lovino shrieked, and Feliciano looked like he was about to cry.

"Well, we were cleaning, before you barged in and started yelling at us," Ludwig pointed out.

"This is my house! I can barge into the kitchen whenever the hell I want to! Now clean this mess up and get out!" Lovino screamed and left the room, going up to his bedroom.

As soon as Lovino left, Feliciano burst into tears. Ludwig put a comforting arm around the younger boy, whispering something into his ear before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Feliciano's cries came to a shuddering stop and buried his face into Ludwig's chest. The latter just stroked the Italian's hair softly.

"We should probably finish cleaning before your brother comes back," Ludwig murmured. Feliciano looked up, only to close his eyes in comfort as his companion pecked his forehead. Ludwig stood up and picked his cleaning cloth off the floor. Feliciano turned red and smiled as he grabbed his own cleaning cloth.

"You're right."

Slamming his bedroom door shut, Lovino began to realize that it probably wasn't a good idea to have left his little brother alone with that creepy potato bastard. Especially if that creepy potato bastard's brother was Gilbert, who hung out with Francis a lot.

Ah, screw it, Lovino thought. He was so upset at that moment that he really didn't want to deal with either his brother or that wurst-sucking bastard. For the time being, he would leave them alone… He had to be nice sometimes. But only sometimes.

A/N: Yay for some Gerita? |D Alright, I admit, this chapter was a LOT of fun to write. And it's pretty cracky. I'm actually going to write an alternate ending to this chapter, but I think it will be borderline M, so I may not include it with this story. Buuuut it's going to be interesting.

For the next chapter, don't be expecting much of Toni! I'm going to write a little bit of Lovino and Feliciano bonding time. Oh, it really seems like I hate Feli and Ludwig, but I really love them. They're just sort of crack characters thrown in for my personal enjoyment. sorta. I'm being really mean to them... So next chapter will have lots of Feli!

Yeah, I know I said I would try to get in two updates before next week, and I'm really going to try. If I don't get the next one up, I'm so sorry. ): Thanks to everyone for your patience with this story! Sorry for the long A/N; I love you all (: