An: I had NO idea how to continue, so I'm trying my best. :( I'm just in a stupid writers block. :P oh and BTW; I has a bad head cold, so every ten minutes I have to take a sneezing fit break, or I'll get snot all over my screen. Eew. Germs! p.s updates will be spazzy, since I'm at camp and like never have time to update :(


Antonio POV

*Time skip=next day*

Felicia called early the next morning reminding me that we were meeting at the police station by 12:00 for Lovina's questioning. I parked in the parking lot, right next to Felicia's red Ferrari. I walked through the doors, and found Lovi and Feli waiting on couches right inside the station.

As I approached them, Feli acknowledged me and waved, while Lovina seemed to have a sudden fixation with the floor. I sat down next to her, but even then she didn't tear her gaze away from the speck on the floor. We waited in an awkward silence for an interrogater to come out to retrieve us.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the ground, looking at Lovi out of the corner of my eye. I saw her eyes quickly look at the floor again, a blush creeping onto her face, her expression similar to that of a little kid who had been caught doing something bad. I stifled at little giggle when I realized she had been looking at me.

Without thinking about the consequences, I reached my hand over and placed it over hers. Her head shot up so fast, I worried she would get whiplash. with wide eyes, she pulled her hand towards her body, like my hand was an angry dog trying to bite her. 'She hates me so much she doesn't even want to touch me!' I thought dejectedly, staring at the floor.

Lovina POV

Oh fuck.

He auctually touched my hand! Does this mean her doesn't despise me?

Oh shit! I pulled my hand back by instinct! I was used to John grabbing my hand, then throwing me into a wall or something... Now he's looking at the floor. He probably thinks I don't like him.

What do I do! What do I do! I've never been in this kind of situation before. No one ever touch me comfortingly except for Felicia. I awkwardly raised My hand and laid it over Antonio's. I quickly looked away, probably blushing as his head jerked up in surprise to look at me. I felt his hand enclose mine. I looked to where Felicia was sitting and scowled. She had this stupid little smile on her face as she saw our joined hands.

An officer who introduced himself as Joe came from the front office. I pulled my hand out of Antonio's quickly and stood to follow him towards the interrogation rooms.

"Now id you could all take a seat-" how said, gesturing towards three chairs. I was about to say "All of us?" when i whipped around and realized Felicia and The tomato bastard were with me. they just smiled at my shocked expression.

We all took a seat and waited for some instructions from joe to do something. He sat down with a piece of paper with questions he is supposed to ask on it. He cleared his throat and addressed me.

"So. What happened between you and the accused, John Smith." I opened my mouth and began from the very beginning.

"Well, after Felicia broke up with him, he left town. A couple months ago, he started hanging out with Felicia again. One night, he came over our house to eat dinner Felicia was making, and he found me in my room, and...he broke my arm." I muttered out, looking at Joe, not looking at Felicia whatsoever. But alas, she spoke up.

"What? You said you fell down the stairs and broke it!" Felicia gasped. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Antonio's eyes widen in shock. Ignoring them, I continued my story.

"After that day, I never stayed home when he came over. He did find me sometimes, and hurt me, like in a classroom after school, he burned my back with a lighter." Antonio nodded in recognition of what I had explained to him. I looked at the police man, who was writing everything down. "And Felicia, me and John went to a movie a Week or two ago, and after felicia left to visit our sick grandfather, I had to bring John home. He threw me against the car and started kicking and punching me until I passed out. That's when Antonio and his friends stepped in and got him away from me. And A couple days ago, he threatened to hurt my little brother Sebby, so I met him at a park behind the school, and again he punched and kicked me until I was unconscious." I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding in when I finished my story. Joe nodded again and finished writing his report. I leaned back in my chair as he asked Felicia and Antonio a few questions about what happened during the times I was passed out.

"Thank you very much. With this information we can figure out how long the accused will be in jail for." he shook all of our hands and led us back to the front office, and outside. I climbed into Felicia's car, and waited for her to get in. When she did, Antonio poked his head in the passenger side window that I had rolled down.

"Do you girls want to stop somewhere and get some lunch?" he asked, looking at me and not Felicia. I looked to Felicia, who was getting a funny smile on her face. I asked "what the fuck are you smiling at!"

She smiled bigger "Well, I'm afraid I have to go visit Nonno, but it you want to go, I guess you could go with Antonio!" she smiled happily at me. I realized what Felicia had just done. She turned going out to lunch all together, into a date with Antonio.

I sighed. If I said no, Antonio might think I hate him, and Felicia would force me to go anyway.

"Fine. But I'm not going because I like you!" I snapped at the bastard. I got out of felicia's car and into his. He waved goodbye to my sorella as she backed out of the parking lot. Antonio pulled out to and drove to the closet Italian restaurant. We got a table for two and looked over the menu. I immediately picked out Fettucini Alfredo*, since I hadn't had it in a while. I watched Antonio's eyes sweep over the menu, and quickly looked away when he glanced up at me. The waitress came, placed a basket of garlic bread on the table, and wrote down our orders.

There was an awkward silence growing at the table. I munched on a breadstick, looking anywhere but where Antonio was, an I was pretty sure he was looking nowhere but at me. he tried a couple times to start a conversation, but since I'm a stupid anti-social, I always accidentally shot down his questions with one-word answers.

The waitress finally came back and placed our plates down. I picked up my fork and started eating. I felt someone watching me, and looked up. Antonio was ignoring his own spaghetti and meatballs, and was watching me again.

Antonio POV

She looked so cute eating. She would put some pasta in her mouth, and her eyes would light up, and the corners of her lips would turn upwards. I'm guessing she was mad at me for looking at her, cause she snapped

"Whatcha looking at, bastardo!" I just laughed and started eating.

When we were done, the waitress came back, took away our plates and handed me the check. I pulled out $30 and put it in the little black case. I heard Lovi mutter and embarrassed "thank you" I smiled giddily at her. She scowled at me and turned away. The waitress came back to take the money. I left $4 as a tip and Lovi and I left for my car. We got in and I drove her home. She got out, completely blowing me off and not inviting me into the house, and slammed the door behind her.

'she definitely doesn't hate me' I thought, remembering her warm hand over mine. I smiled to myself.


*my favorite pasta!

Short chapter is short. Sorry. I'll try to make the next one longer.

An: THE END IS NIGH! Yes that is right, this story is almost over! ;_; once I finish this I'm gonna start another story for Hetalia (probably with Romano and Spain :P) so look for that! Thanks for reading/favoriting/alerting/reviewing! It gives me inspiration to update quicker! :D