AN: I'm really giving this kid a hard time...I'm sorry Lovi!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
"You listen to Silversun Pickups."
Lovino reached over and quickly snatched his electronic from Antonio's grasp, placing it next to himself on the floor. Out of Antonio's reach. Clearly it was not what either of them was searching for.
After the Italian had calmed down, Antonio had dragged the boy to his apartment forcing water and snacks on him. He had a surprising amount of gold fish crackers and Lovi had no problem scarfing half of them down.
He waited for his head to clear up a bit but eventually Lovino dumped his backpack on the Spaniard's living room floor, searching for a house key in vain. An uninvited Toni began to "help" by reading all of the Italian's english notes and going through his ipod.
"Fucking nosey bastard." Lovi mumbled snatching his notebook from Antonio's hands, throwing it on the carpet and avoiding the gaze of the taller man.
"Your penmanship is wonderful, Lovi. Like a girl's-"
"Why did you pretend not to know me?"
Tension made the air thick and Antonio's expression flashed to shock and then extreme hurt, as though Lovino had struck him across the face. The Italian had the sudden urge to apologize but he snuffed it out, frustration making its home in his voice as he asked again, "Why?"
The Spaniard moved closer to the teen on the floor, his expression now one of embarrassment and shame. It mirrored the look Mathew had given Lovi after accidentally hitting him in the face with a volleyball.
"We did not have..." The man swallowed hard,choosing his words carefully. "...the best of goodbyes."
Antonio looked at Lovi, attempting to gauge his expression. After what felt like years, Lovi lifted his hands and began to steadily clap. After 5 seconds he was full on applauding Toni.
"Lovino I'm serious!"
That caught the Italian's attention. His hands dropped to his sides and he narrowed his eyes. "Don't fucking tell me that's the only goddamn reason, Antonio."
"I kissed you! You're straight and I kissed you, Lovi!"
If words could punch you, Lovino would have been knocked out. His heart stopped and he opened his mouth to speak.
Closed it.
Opened it.
Closed it.
An icy realization seemed to hit Lovino's features and the boy stood, snatching up his items and throwing them into his bag. He threw it over his shoulder and hissed at the dull ache coming from his head wound.
"Lovi. Lovi, wait!"
The Italian was already opening the front door and the Spaniard was closely following. To Antonio's surprise, he stopped walking halfway across his yard. He turned to face the other brunette, not bothering to hide that he'd started to cry again.
"Don't mock me, you stupid Hot Topic bastard!"
Before Toni could fully register the sentence spit at him, Lovino was out of sight.