Chapter 11

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Lovino puffed out his cheeks, slightly in anger, as he sat in his seat. Fuck off you damn American! I don't want to fucking talk to you, so shut your big ass mouth, FUCK! Although, secretly, Lovino really liked the attention. But he'd never ever ever admit it. Ever. Nope. He scowled over at the American, and just listened to his mindless babble. Was he talking about hamburgers? What the fuck were those? Right, that damn heart attack on a bun, and diabetes in a cup. By diabetes in a cup, he meant those stupid milk shakes he went on and on about. Personally, Lovino only liked tomatoes, and that was the fault of the stupid Spaniard. Ulgh, what a fuck up. At least, on his part.

Class continued to drag on, and was very, very uneventful, until a certain creepy Englishman walked in. Lovino temporarily locked eyes with those venomous green ones and scowled. Arthur knew the laws on messing with another's already marked mate. That was a big no-no in their realm. He turned his focus to Alfred, who looked to be very, no extremely tense. Lovino frowned slightly. Poor guy. He did not even know the shit that these freaks would put him through.

"Pardon me, Miss Bonnefoy," He spoke, accent crisp (how the fuck an accent could be crisp, Lovino would never know, but damn, this certainly fit the description), "But could I please see Mr. Jones for a moment?" Arthur asked, and Alfred was giving him an odd mix between puppy adoration, and a sickly green face.

"I suppose so. Please have him back in before the bell," She replied, and started on the project. The bushy browed Englishman looked at Alfred, in a possessive, hungry way. Lovino watched as Alfred stood shakily to his feet. Against his better judgment, Lovino reached out to grab his arm.

"Remember, don't let him see your true emotions, bastard," He muttered, "Just stay strong and don't let him into your head anymore than he already might be."

Alfred gave him a confused look, the expression shattering for a moment, before he nodded. Lovino watched as the American walked out, and to 'talk' (probably more of getting sexually harassed by the older bastard). How mortals could be so oblivious to the existence of these creatures, Lovino would never know.

It was almost 20 minuets later, when Alfred walked back in, looking disheveled, and sat back in his seat. He looked very green, and Lovino almost gagged at the intense scent of overly sweet apples radiating off of him. What the fuck had happened to him?! However, Lovino was not stupid enough to try or say anything, so he just sat back.

Later, when Lovino was picked up, he climbed into the car, "Poor American," he started, as he got buckled. He got a confused look from Antonio. Lovino scowled, as he looked up, "What is that for?!" He asked heatedly. Lovino despised being looked at, if it was negative.

"Nothing! I'm just so glad mi tomate is learning compassion!" He replied, and hugged him around his middle, nuzzling his neck affectionately. Lovino's face flared up in a bright red color, and he looked away, trying to pry off the overly affectionate Spaniard.

"S-shut up! I'm just worried that the damn English bastard is taking advantage of him!" He replied, stuttering, and still tried to pry him off. Immediately, he sensed a change in Antonio's mood, as the grip tightened around him slightly.

"Lovino," He said warningly, "You know better than to mess with Kirkland! Especially when it comes to Alfred, it's all just-" He cut himself off, "Anyways! I have friends coming over tonight, remember Francis and Gilbert?" He asked, and grinned.

"Oh FUCK, not those dumbasses!" He yelled and his face immediately turned into an angry red color. The last time he had seen them, was about 4 years ago, and all they had done was tease him mercilessly. It bothered the SHIT out of him!

"Oh tomate! Don't be so rude! They're my friends!" Antonio chastised, before kissing him lightly on the cheek, "They'll be polite this time!" Lovino snorted at that, knowing Francis, all he'd do was waggle his eyebrows and tell Lovino that his legs were looking especially nice. Ulgh, it bothered the SHIT out of the poor Italian boy!

"As if," He replied, "If that pervert Francis makes one move on me, I'm going upstairs and you won't get me down!" He said. Antonio gave him another kiss on the cheek.

When they got home, Antonio was creating practically a storm in the kitchen. He was dicing up tomatoes (the regular ones, thank God), and making an entire flurry in the kitchen. Lovino knew better than to get involved with the crazy Spaniard and his love of the kitchen, so he just did homework. Lovino was actually really intelligent, despite his slightly very angry and irritated personality that made him seem less intelligent. This was about the 4th or 5th time he'd been through high school, and the damn Spaniard never let him age. He was always stuck at 16, which sucked, considering that he still had slightly boyish features.

Lovino was just finishing his trig homework, when there came an obnoxious laugh from the kitchen.

Fuck, it's Gilbert. And probably Francis.