A/N: Hello dear readers, I hope won't make problems again, and you'll understand this chapter is chapter 10 and half. So…this chapter focuses on Lovino and his misfortunes, or are they really misfortunes?
Reference corner: Last chapter's reference was the conversation "I'm not the dumb one!-You're no fun!-Shut!-Make us!", which is basically taken from "The nightmare before Christmas". Awesome movie! This chapter's reference comes from a wonderful book, which's author gains a lot of popularity recently. Good luck!
Lovino Vargas' day was officially bad. It started in the morning, when his twin brother woke earlier than him, made pasta and decided to eat it in bed. Seriously, waking up because pasta with mushroom sauce falls on your head could ruin the day for anyone. But if Lovino thought he got his share of bad luck for today, he was wrong. His misfortunes have just started.
As usual, his grandfather came to give him and his brother a ride to school. When he finally came downstairs he remembered he forgot his homework in his room, so he had to go back and find it under the mountain of paperwork on his desk, wasting precious time. When he was seated with his twin in the car, Feliciano remembered he forgot his lunch at home. After Feliciano returned he started playing with his food box, hence spilling spaghetti bolognese on Lovino's new white trousers. With a growl and a minor fight Lovino returned to the house and changed. When he looked at the clock he saw there were only seven minutes until class started, so he ran as fast as he could back to the car, tripping on his way.
The Vargas family arrived to school just in time. Lovino broke into sprint towards his classroom, only to enter a millisecond after Mr. Bragynski. Mr. Bragynski decided that Lovino was late, and told the Italian he'll punish him for this. A punishment assigned by Ivan Bragynski is hell squared, so all Lovino had to do for now was grumbling and awaiting his punishment with pure terror. After a whole class of Lovino being on pins and prickles, Mr. Bragynski said he'll tell him his punishment tomorrow, and that Lovino can be sure, he won't forget about him. In that scary atmosphere Lovino left class.
Later, he discovered that he accidentally took his French homework instead of the science one, so once again he had to suffer under the scary gaze of Mr. Oxenstierna, who said nothing in the end, but Lovino clearly didn't like how he wrote something in his class journal.
Then, at recess Lovino fell down the stairs. And landed on his nose. Twice. When he came to the infirmary no one was there, even though on other days the school nurse, nicknamed 'old Greece' was always there. When he tried to think positively that he at least didn't break his nose, the infamous Alfred F. Jones pushed him into a locker. He did it accidentally, because he was chased by a very angry Cuban named Carlos, but it still hurt.
When recess ended he was late to PE, and Mr. Køhler made him do two extra laps. At one of them he tripped again and fell square onto his poor suffering nose, and everybody laughed, even the teacher himself. At least Mr. Køhler apologized.
In the changing room he ran into Vash, the violent Swiss boy. Both of them had terribly short temper, and it almost came to a fight, but Vash saw his little sister outside and he rushed to her, leaving Lovino alone.
Later, at lunch he discovered his brother took his food as well, and when Lovino finally found him Feliciano already ate everything, and excused his behavior by saying he was hungry. Lovino started yelling at him, and suddenly a tall blond German student came to Feliciano's rescue. The blond pushed Lovino away from his brother and glared at him, cradling Feliciano to himself. Lovino, of course, lost his temper and screamed at the blond student he has no right to interfere, and he should go and eat his potatoes. The blond replied with a thick German accent he has all the rights to defend Feliciano from his violent twin, because he's Feliciano's boyfriend. "I was scared to tell you…" Feliciano admitted sheepishly as he leaned into Ludwig. They leaved Lovino at a loss of words as they walked away.
Lovino prayed and wished this horrible, monstrous, and terrible by all means day will end. But the world is not a wish-granting factory, so the poor Italian had to suffer two more hours of Arthur Kirkland with an especially boring piece of literature. In fact, it was so boring Lovino fell asleep. And it didn't do him any good he was woken up by Mr. Kirkland's thick book smashing into his skull.
Lovino had already suffered so much shock and misfortunes he didn't even scream. He was in a silent rage. The kind he was in only when he was seriously angered. The kind he was seeing red murderous tomatoes. It was a matter of time until he exploded.
But what bothered him the most was that there was no tomato-bastard-who-won't-stop-chasing-me-and-declare-his-love-to-me the whole day. "It's not like I care…" Lovino thought grumpily on his way to the parking lot. Someone almost ran into him, and he recognized the messy hair of his stalker-that-he-wasn't-attracted-to-at-all-really. "Oi! Watch where you're going!" he yelled at him, but Antonio ignored him completely. "What? No stickiness?" Lovino thought in shock. He saw Antonio talking to this blond guy that Lovino never remembered his name. "What does he want from him? He never talked to him before. Could it be he fell in love with this blondie?" Lovino's thoughts raced. His inner volcano started rattling. "After all this time, day after day, week after week, month after month he just leaves me?! Bastard, what the hell!? I don't like him, not at all, but he can't just leave!" Lovino thought frantically. He saw Antonio walking away from the blond, face in hands. "He's probably embarrassed after he confessed." Lovino decided. That was it. He walked sternly to Antonio, and caught him by the collar of the shirt, even if had to stand on his toes to do so.
"ARGGGGHHHH YOU TOMATO BASTARD! YOU JUST GO AND CHEAT ON ME WITH THAT RANDOM BLOND?! SHUT THE FUCK UP I KNOW WE'RE NOT A COUPLE IT'S STILL CHEATING! AS IF I EVER WANTED TO BE WITH YOU ANYWAYS! AND THIS IS JUST WHEN I STARTED TO THINK YOU'RE NOT THE WORST THING EVER! I HATE YOU!"
Lovino yelled and yelled and yelled, while Antonio was trapped flat against a car and tried to understand what has upset his cute Lovino so much. Partway through the screaming and beatings on his chest Antonio understood what happened. "Lovino…" he tried, but the Italian wasn't having any of that. Antonio desperately tried to make Lovino listen, but it just didn't work. The Spaniard gave up and executed the plan he waited to do for a very long time already: he kissed Lovino.
Everything stilled for the Italian. There were only hands gripping his wrists and hot lips on his own. For that entire magical moment that felt like it lasted millennia Lovino's eyes didn't close. They stared, but did not see anything. When Antonio's lips leaved his he felt like something fell into place. Like a puzzle that was finally solved. "Lovino?" he heard fuzzily. His view cleared and he met asking green eyes. "I don't like you, not at all." the Italian murmured weakly as he rested his head on Antonio's chest and gripped his shirt, but in another way. A chuckle that came from upwards because of their height difference breezed through his hair "of course you don't, amor."
*amor- Spanish for love
